“Be yourself. Everyone else is already taken.” Oscar Wilde
I grew up outside of Detroit in a family with eight kids, two parents and lots of pets. I spent a lot of time skating, exploring, playing Clue and Spud and Kickball and getting more and more freckles. Our home was always crowded and noisy. My Irish grandmother sometimes lived with us. She was a good storyteller and so was my father. Grandma Mooney told us about all the sneaky things she did when she was a child (true) and Dad often told us about his exciting adventures as a cowboy (not-so-true). Dad also read us Grimm’s Fairy Tales and took us to the library every single week. Sometimes he took us to see movies about faraway places, too. I borrowed stacks and stacks of books, developed wanderlust, and eventually began to write stories of my own.
Travelling didn’t happen in my family growing up. We worked instead…the goal was college. Driving a Good Humor truck and packaging automobile parts during the summers was worth it…I loved going to the University of Michigan! But on my twenty-first birthday, I flew to London, and finally discovered the joys of seeing the world. I met a man on the move and married him. Together, we lived and worked in London and Paris for many years. One of our daughters was born in France and the other in England. Our family travelled all over Europe, and to north Africa and to the Middle East.
After our daughters grew up, my husband and I moved to New York City. My life now is similar in many ways to the way it was when I was a child. Whenever I can, I go skating, play games and look for places to explore. There’s never enough time for reading and writing. And family and friends will always be at the center of my life.