A thousand others will say writing is their passion. Well, I am one of them. Sharing my writing with the world, while always a dream, scares the heck out of me. It’s not coming up with the right word or finding a comma splice, it is connecting readers to my content in a way that not only inspires but also empowers them to act.

I started as Editor-in-chief at Wisconsin’s Osseo Area Times. The owner’s daughter was not shy to point out my mistakes. Like all first-timers, I went home crying thinking I had no idea what I was doing, and I am not sure that I actually did, but I returned and kept writing and rewriting, sometimes for space, but mostly to learn that well-written sound bites sell papers. That was 21 years ago.

Fast forward past the paper, three television stations, and a few waitress jobs in-between, and at 43 I am a freelance writer. Excitedly looking for my next relationship to use my writing to sell products and/or creatively market nonprofits and small businesses.

“With my 15-year-old-son” is my answer to the age-old question of, “if you could have lunch with anyone in the world, who would it be?” People tell us the reason we argue all of the time is that we are too much alike, poor kid. He’s walked through his own hell, and I love him for the strength it takes to live each day.

My husband is the one with whom I would most like to have dinner, assuming he is cooking. I love him for his distinguished humbleness, which is why I can only mention his cooking. But I will sneak in that I feel his love every day, and it is powerful.

Pets? Yep, we have them. Buttons is our nine-pound kitty who moved into our garage eight years ago right at the same time we brought our new puppy, Vinny, home. They are growing up together, and yes. Buttons is the boss.

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