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I was born and raised in Yonkers, New York, and have the accent to prove it. My family is fun-loving and sometimes loud.
I’m a former reading specialist who taught kids how to read in unique ways. My books are filled with heart and humor. My characters are quirky, imperfect, and kind. I live with my husband and demanding tabby in a bucolic town in New York’s Hudson Valley where the beauty of every season takes my breath away. |
I remember experiencing every season of my childhood with delight!
- Hearing the cheerful music of the ice cream truck that parked on my street each summer
- Riding my super cool purple Sting-Ray bicycle
- Watching my mother make Italian waffle cookies called Pizzelles
A few not so wonderful memories:
- School Shoes shopping — My mom was more concerned with them fitting properly than how they looked. And boy, were they ugly
- Squeezing a tube of extra strength glue into my eye — my lid sealed shut and we thought I’d lose my vision. Luckily, the doctor was able to dissolve the glue
- Canceling my 13th birthday party because I woke up with chicken pox
A Childhood Confession...
One day, I watched a cartoon where a bunny snacked on a bar of soap. It looked so yummy. Luscious bubbles floated out of his little bunny mouth. So I offered (forced) my obliging little sister a few nibbles of Ivory soap. She didn't think it tasted delicious at all. She threw up.
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