I didn't have a conventional upbringing. My mother was a new-aged hippie and my step-father dreamed of a world where he didn't have to work for 'the man'. As a result, we spent much of my childhood moving from city to city, town to town, home to home, never quite sure where we would end up. I've lived in the following: motels, hotels, a hamburger wagon, an abandoned miner's shack, a relative's house, a house in the hills, a haunted house, a van, an apartment, a karate studio, a campground, and a trailer. I've lived in small towns and big cities and everywhere in between.
Though we had little money and changed schools often my mother was a firm believer in the power of books. We might have to leave most of our belongings behind in a storage shed when we moved, but books were welcome to make the journey. My mother provided us with books on the occult and history and geology and anthropology and my step-father supplied us with books on religion and fantasy and science fiction. I, myself, read everything I could get my hands on and most of the people I met, upon seeing my love of books, would let me raid their libraries. In essence, While I was living a story I was reading as many others as I could get my hands on.
Today, I'm a (social) homebody, happily settled in the suburbs of Portland, OR. I enjoy the comforts of a warm bed and a cup of coffee when I need it, and a laptop that is permanently charged when the urge to write hits me.
I still have the wanderlust however, always wanting to experience new things and meet new people. I can spend long hours listening to someone tell me their story, explaining how they got from point a to point b. It drives me.
I only wish I had enough time in my life to write everyone's story. I think once you know what someone has been through you become a more compassionate and understanding person.
My hope is to write books with interesting characters who are unique and yet representative of us all, the good and the bad. And of course, I'm a sucker for love stories and happily ever afters (as well as a little existential dread) so I tend to throw that in as well.
Deep in the forests of Central Oregon is a town called Dark Root, a place shrouded in secrets, mystery, and witchcraft.
But for Maggie Maddock, Dark Root is also a prison, a place where she is forced to spend her days working in her mother’s magick shop, forfeiting any dreams of her own. So when a mysterious stranger suddenly appears and offers to take her away from it all, Maggie jumps at the chance.
Now, seven years later, a strange phone call sends Maggie back to Dark Root and she is unprepared for what awaits her: a dying town, a sick mother, a renewed sibling rivalry, and a past she had hoped to forget.
Part Practical Magic, part Divine Secrets of the Ya-Ya Sisterhood, The Witches of Dark Root is a tale that seamlessly weaves the normal with the mystical, the mundane with the fantastic. Zipping in and out of time from Maggie’s childhood as an apprentice witch to current day, where Maggie struggles with her increasing powers, as well as family obligations, The Witches of Dark Root is a book rich in both fantasy and heart which will leave readers believing in magic.