The Early Years
I was born in a farming community in rural Nebraska with more cattle than people. Disenchanted with milking Heidi, our ever-lactating Hereford, I took to reading books. After plowing through the Catcher and the Rye in high school, I decided I, too, could write. The University of Nebraska, Lincoln, must have agreed, because I graduated in 1977 with a BA in journalism. After college I served as media manager for a gubernatorial candidate and as a legislative lobbyist. But I’d always harbored a secret desire to live in a foreign land where I was the one with an accent, so I moved to Dallas. There I met and married Peter, my husband. After working for three years as a media relations manager for a Fortune 200 company in this sweltering metopolitan city, God proved that He does indeed have a sense of humor–he moved Peter and me back to cattle country where we became owners of an IBM computer store (sadly, Heidi was now in cow heaven). Our venture didn’t make us rich, but my Windows knowledge helped me Excel at my next position as promotion manager for the University of California, Irvine. (Ahh, beach and sunshine–thank you God!) And then we had kids.
Our daughters rocked my world. I was scared to death to be entrusted with such precious treasures. What if I dropped them? or broke them? I knew plenty about politics, promotion, and public relations–but nothing about parenting. I can honestly say that our daughters taught me more than I ever taught them. God graciously allowed me to capture what I learned in my first book, Diapers, Pacifiers, and Other Holy Things. I left the corporate world to be a full-time mom who wrote articles at 3 a.m on scraps of paper found in the trash and took weekend speaking engagements.
The “Now” Years
The kids grew up. Somehow, this surprised me because I secretly believed that changing diapers would be a permanent part of my existence. My minstry to women also grew. I met my forever life-long friend Linda Dillow, also an author and speaker. Together we wrote three books on God’s perspective of sex and traveled all around the world speaking to women about the messages the Lord had put on our hearts. In thirteen years we led more than 85 conferences in places as far aways as Poland, Ireland and Hungry.
I care about the issues that affect women. My latest book, Jump Off the Hormone Swing (Moody Publishers–okay, that’s funny. A publisher named MOODY publishes a book on hormones?), deals with the Physical, Mental, and Spiritual symptoms of PMS and Peri-menopause. One of the goals of this book is to provide sound, biblical advice to the question that plagues so many of us: “How can I be a godly woman when once a month I want to march my bloated ankles over to my neighbor’s yard and smack him and shoot his ugly dog?”
Many of my weekends are taken up with having writing clients join me in our Colorado home where they get personalized help on their writing project. This combines my love of hospitality with the skills I’ve gained these last thirty years writing, editing and designing hundreds of projects. And my clients get to enjoy the breath-taking beauty of the Colorado Rockies.
What Brings Me Joy?
My husband bring me joy. Our daughters delight me. Studying God’s Word excites me. But I also take great delight in speaking God’s messages to God’s women and coaching other writers so they, too, can spread the Good News about God’s wonderful kindness and love. If you have an interest in a writing coach or coming to a writer’s retreat in my home go to the “writing coach” on this web site and you’ll find details.
My husband, Peter, is a certified life coach and consultant. He helps others apply a transcendent life perspective characterized by mystery, adventure, sacredness, and wisdom in their professional and personal lives. We both coach through Metochoi Development Corporation. Metochoi means “partners with Christ.” View Peter’s coaching and consulting website Wild Goose Coaching at www.wildgoosecoaching.com.
To contact me about speaking for your women’s event, email me at firstname.lastname@example.org.