I was born October 10, 19… in good ole Queens, New
York. I had a difficult childhood, though it’s not your
usual abuse story. I developed severe eczema and most of my
schoolmates shunned me until high school. Books became my
friend.
Early in life, I found myself fascinated by the macabre.
I would actually set my alarm if one of my favorite Alfred
Hitchcock, Rod Serling or One Step Beyond was coming on late
at night. These kept me up ‘til the wee hours of the
morning.
Being raised in Amityville was the icing on the cake. My
biological mother died when I was thirteen, the age where
puberty reared its ugly head. Needless to say, I was a wife
and mother by the time I was seventeen, divorced at twenty.
Then I met Fred, my second, current and final husband. We’ve
been together 34 years. He helped me become an adult although
I went kicking and fighting the whole way. Together, we raised
six children.
Reading was my education. I can’t list my degrees or
college affiliations. I learned from the masters; Stephen
King, Dean Koontz, Jean Auel, even Sidney Sheldon. I love
you all. |
