As a California girl, I bought snow boots when I went off to college at Brigham Young University because I had no idea what a plow was. I thought I’d be cutting my own path. After I started teaching eighth grade science, my husband and I found ourselves without kids for years. I was so worried I’d never be a mom that I took a writing class to “find something to do.” Proving its sense of humor, life sent me five children over the next eight years. I kept writing because my critique group doled out hilarious commentary on our favorite TV shows. Now I’ve signed with Cedar Fort Publishing and haunt Instagram. I’m in the glasses in the photo on this page. If you and I are ever at a party, I bring wigs enough for several, so come find me and we’ll be silly together.