Middle child. Less than two years separating me from either sister. That psychological detail alone explains diversionary worlds. There’s more…
Immigrant parents. Yes. England counts. My father, the Limey, mowed our patch of suburban-Detroit grass in a dress shirt, Bermuda shorts, knee-high socks, and brown leather lace-ups. “Have a cup of tea,” was my mother’s remedy for all ailments—emotional or physical. Yep. Immigrant parents.
Foreign born. Canada counts too. I have the birth certificate and crazy Canuck relations to prove it.
Bachelor’s degree – Michigan State University
Master’s degree – California State University, Long Beach
A year abroad – Paris and Nice
Corporate America – ten years in the travel industry
I currently reside in Des Moines.