Raising five wee daughters on the tippy top of a mountain in Virginia with my husband, I'm an Oregon transplant just trying to make it back home.
Writer, ghost hunter and the best little granola chef in the whole wide world, I'm trying to write the Great American Novel between Brownie permission slips and grocery lists. I once gave a cashier half a scene when I handed her a coupon. It was a toss-up which I needed more - coffee or if Esme would make it out alive. Coffee won.