About me

Raised without television, I started writing my own middle grade novels after I had read all of the ones in the library. I later discovered YA books, but never did make it to the adult section. When I'm not jotting down poems at stoplights, I can be found hanging out with my "little sister" from Big Brothers Big Sisters or stressing over performance classes at a model horse show.

I have both a Bachelors and Masters of Fine Art in graphic design, and my obsession with typography and layout naturally translates into formatting poetry on the page.

I am represented by Danielle Chiotti of Upstart Crow Literary.

I volunteer for the Society of Children's Book Writers and Illustrators, serving as the Assistant Regional Advisor for the Utah/Southern Idaho region.

I live in Eagle, Idaho with my husband, two Boston Terriers, and an appaloosa named Mr. Pots.


A QUESTION FROM A READER: What do you do when you aren't writing?

When I’m not writing and not at my day job you’ll probably find me in my backyard. And if I’m in my backyard, I am wearing my incredibly fashionable, black rubber irrigation boots. After all, it’s Idaho.

Irrigation boots are the perfect footwear for playing tennis with my Boston terriers Nickel and Buck because, if you have dogs, you know that don't want to step in any doggie landmines wearing anything but. Buck is an avid tennis player. I serve and he retrieves. Nicki is more into stealing the ball from Buck. Tennis at my house has a defensive line.

Irrigation boots are also great footwear for picking produce in my garden: blueberries in June, raspberries in July, zucchini in August, and tomatoes in September. Garden produce has made me many friends and a few enemies. Like the container of raspberry freezer jam I took to a potluck: friends. The co-worker who insisted she liked zucchini: I don’t see her much anymore.

Irrigation boots are a necessity for doing barn chores and work reasonably well as riding boots. (They have a little ridge on the heel that acts a little like a spur.) My horse, Mr. Pots, lives in my backyard. He’s quite handy and mows the grass, as well as produces massive amounts of fertilizer—thus the boots. We ride dressage—a sport that can be described as making the horse dance—although Mr. Pots isn’t a typical imported warmblood often seen in the dressage ring. He’s an Idaho native: half appaloosa and half BLM mustang. The appaloosa is Idaho’s state horse and mustangs run free here as well.

Appaloosa Gelding

And irrigation boots are a must for—you guessed it—irrigation. Southern Idaho is a desert and it would be impossible to grow our famous potatoes (or Mr. Pots’s pasture grass) without irrigation. The region, my neighborhood included, is crisscrossed with canals and ditches that divert the water from the rivers and reservoirs to the farms (and my backyard). So for six hours every six days, I direct water from the ditch to my property and flood it with about three inches of water. And the boots? They keep my toes dry.


Ballooning in Boise

I enjoy crewing for hot air balloons from time to time.

Boise, Idaho

A view of Boise, Idaho.

Sledding in Idaho

Growing up in Buffalo, New York, winter activities were a big part of my childhood, from ice hockey to skiing and sledding. After moving to Idaho and meeting my friend Kara, I learned that you don't need a hill to go sledding.