I’ve always had my head in the clouds, with a tendency to drift off to faraway lands in almost any circumstance–especially in the middle of my high school classes. Over time, I learned to write some of those daydreams down, first in journal entries, then short stories, and eventually in novel-length fiction.
With the encouragement and support of my amazing family, I have been given the opportunity to write full-time. While the idea of being a full-time writer is daunting, I am embracing the opportunity. After all, what better career is there for a chronic daydreamer?
When not typing away, I love cooking and baking. New recipes, old recipes, or putting my twist on a classic, I find quality time in the kitchen to be both relaxing and invigorating. The daughter of a foodie father, I will try just about anything once. I love finding new restaurants then trying to duplicate our meals at home. (Check out some of my recipes here.)
I made one of the best decision of my life at twenty-two, when I agreed to marry my husband, who I affectionately call Pookie*. While we were young, it is one decision I have never questioned. We have one adorable little fur-baby, who would be happiest if I would spend less time in the kitchen and more time cuddling her!
Together, Pookie and I are avid sports fans, following the Phillies and the Red Sox, Duke and Notre Dame football and basketball, and the Bills and Raiders in the NFL. Baseball is one of our favorites, and we are fortunate enough to live in a town with a Triple-A team, for which we have a small season ticket plan.
We love spending time with family and friends, but we are both introverts in a world of extroverts. At the end of the day, there is nothing we love more than curling up on the sofa in front of our well-loaded DVR. We tend to be TV addicts, and record many more shows than I care to admit!* Years ago, before we were married, my husband and I were watching an episode of Frasier where Niles and Daphne were trying to figure out pet names for one another. At one point they came up with Pookie, which our 22-year-old selves found hilarious. As a joke, I started calling him Pookie. Somehow, it stuck, although it is usually only used when I am upset (Seriously, Pookie?) or I want something (Pookie, I love you! *bats eyelashes*). When I started my first blog, I decided I needed a nickname for my engineer husband so I didn’t embarrass him. For some reason, I thought Pookie would be less embarrassing than his actual name. Any guesses how that worked out?