more about me

I believe I’ve been a bit too scarce, and I certainly don’t mean to be evasive, but I never thought anyone would care to know that much about me. Since people have started making things up, I’ve decided it’s probably a good idea to post a few more details about myself.

My author photo is very formal. What you can’t see in that picture is that I’m wearing jeans and boots. I always wear boots except when it’s 90+ degrees outside, then I wear sandals and wish I was wearing boots. Next time I have my picture taken, it will be in front of the old pick-up truck so you can get a better read on my personality.

Over my life, I have been employed as a waitress, a DJ, a newspaper carrier, a factory worker, a legal assistant, a community workforce instructor, and finally as a cataloger in a community college library. I love my job and get to work with some really super people. If you have something bad to say about community colleges, don’t say it to me.

I live in a very rural area, which is sometimes good, sometimes boring. During my youth, my life was very, VERY exciting. I did a lot of exciting things, met a lot of electrifying people, engaged in a lot of stimulating activities, and saw things that would send most sane people howling into the woods.

I’ve had enough exhilaration for one lifetime and the brain damage to prove it. Given that self-preservation has never been one of my strong points, I’m lucky to be alive. It’s someone else’s turn. Have fun and tell them Teresa sent you, just don’t call me if you get into trouble. I’m not running a bail-bond service.

People who know me claim that I am warm and have a sense of humor. I think my personality can better be described as sharp and being around me is a little like biting on tinfoil. You’ll have to make your own determination if we ever meet.

I have a profound hearing impairment. I won’t make a big deal out of it if you won’t. It just means that sometimes I mispronounce words I’ve never heard and there may be times I’ll have to ask someone else to tell me what you’ve said if your voice goes out of my hearing range. I depend almost entirely on lip reading.

Remember: enunciation is our friend.

By late afternoon and evening, I have a very hard time concentrating. Lip reading all day takes a lot of concentration, and I get tired, so I’ll have a more difficult time with afternoon and evening conversations. That’s all. Bear with me, your words are important to me or I wouldn’t go to all this trouble to understand you.

If I’m coming to your con, I may ask if you have assistive listening devices available for the workshops. Please don’t panic. This does not mean I’m going whip out a copy of the ADA and whap you over the head if you don’t; it just means that if you do, my ability to hear what’s going on might be easier. Most workshop rooms at cons are intimate enough that all I have to do is sit up front. That’s cool too. I just don’t know until I ask.

No. I don’t know sign language. Neither do you, and even if you do, I don’t.

Neither my religion nor my politics are any of your damn business.

My hair is starting to turn silver and I like that.

My eyes are hazel. I like that too.

If you didn’t find the answer to your question here, I’ve set my Tumbr up so you can “Ask Me Anything.”