I was born in Illinois in 1957, yes, I am that old. I am the sixth child in a family of nine. My mother was an avid reader and passed on her love of the written word to me. My mother watches from above and my eight brothers and sisters continue to hold my literary hand.
To escape the craziness of a large, loud family, I would sneak away and write. In high school I was encouraged by Ms. Beck to enter two writing contests. I won first and second place, my first monetary acknowledgement of talent. Ms. Beck pushed me to attend The University of Iowa, Iowa’s Writer’s Workshop. Over 15 years passed before I followed her advice.
I attended the Iowa’s Writer’s Workshop and felt I had come home. Surrounded by other writers that understood the need, the burning inside that haunts your soul to write, I published my first online story, “Let Them Eat Cake”, a humorous story of my fight with breast cancer. My fellow writers yelled at me to “quit paying for classes and go write the damn books, Cindy!” I didn’t listen…
After my daughter, Ashley almost died in a car accident; life’s uncertainty changed me. I quit my Project Engineer’s job in Iowa, moved to Florida and wrote “The Postcard.” I listened.
I live in Florida with my husband, Mark and our three dogs, Sophie, Maddie and Moose. My daughter, Ashley, is a first grade teacher and is married to Isaac, a very old soul.
I recently finished my third book, “Spilled Coffee & Broken Cups,” a humorous story of a woman’s drive away from one life into another. Sound familiar?
