I adore writing and reading YA novels. I grew up with an insatiable desire to read and then came the insatiable desire to write. I've been blessed to have both of those in my life.

Away from my writing, I'm the mother of the most adorable girls in the world, I have the best husband in the world, and I live in one of the prettiest places in the world (the Wasatch mountains are breathtaking!). I love to cook, sing, quilt, and play the piano.


I was born and raised in Ohio, land of gentle rolling hills, gorgeous autumn colors, and Cincinnati chili. Let's be honest, there really isn't any other chili out there. And if you've never had it, you're totally missing out.

But moving away from the food and onto other things. I loved to write. And I will mention here that my parents are amazing. And they instilled in me this confidence that I can do whatever I dream. Of course going through the awesomely awkward teenage years, there were setbacks where I didn't get my dreams, like trying out for cheerleading (honestly, what was I thinking?) or getting the lead in the musical (too much school politics among students, I tell you), but they still said it. You can achieve your dreams.

I went to college at Brigham Young University, and I decided from a few writing/reading classes to major in English, emphasis in writing and editing. I loved my major. I didn't love when I had to read Don Quijote (and all its approximately 1,000 page glory) in a week. But I adored my classes, I ate up my homework, and I thrived. And I kept writing. And then it dawned on me. Forget cheerleading, forget the musicals.

Writing is my dream.

So I kept at it. When I had minutes here and there, I worked on my first novel. (No, you will never read it. I don't think I even have it in my possession. Thank goodness.) It ended horribly, because I had no idea what I was really doing with this novel-writing business, but it ended. It was a complete novel. I had done it. And I had no desire to see it published. It really was that bad.

But I kept writing. That's the story of how this goes. I kept writing. In between the writing, I enjoyed real life. I worked full time at a children's software company in Salt Lake City, I married my best friend and man of my dreams (how did I luck out?), had four beautiful baby girls (who are now slightly bigger and way more mischievous), and now I have six  books published and there's no end in sight. Because my parents told me, "You can achieve your dreams."