space ships, salt water, and sand

growing up on Florida’s space coast

As a child my friends were the children of the engineers who were bringing to life the infant U.S. Space program. I saw rocket launches and giant computers as a normal part of life.

But I also grew up digging shells on beaches, wading briny inland waterways to harvest oysters, and doing all the other year-round outdoor activities children did on Florida’s then barely populated Space Coast.

Exploring swamplands and spotting alligators while under the blinding-hot sun that fueled the yearly hurricanes make up my most nostalgic memories of childhood.

at the beach
My brother and I spent many days at our local beach.


An Aruac Indian village
I lived for months in the native village at the bottom of this valley in Colombia.

exploring the world

first south america, then north

I’d ridden a mule in glacier-crowned mountains in South America before I ever placed my foot onto fallen snow. (The only snow I saw in my youth was what my North Carolina aunt saved in the freezer until our summer visit. We ate that with cream and sugar.)

Then, for some reason, this Florida girl moved north.




Along the way, I earned a Bachelor’s degree in Literature and a Master’s degree in Communication, not in oceanography, as I had considered. But I have never lost my love of the outdoors or of scientific discoveries. Now my wilderness consists of the Blue Ridge Mountains. I spot deer, bears, and (could I dare to hope?) maybe a bigfoot.

After years of teaching and writing/editing professionally (not counting forays into being a tour guide, tractor driver, social worker, missionary–there’s a long list), I’m ready to let my creativity loose in whatever direction it travels. And with my background…

You can see why my website includes such varied elements.


Hay field
When I walk to the top of this rise, I can see the beautiful Blue Ridge Mountains. The mountains give us unique clouds.