

In my third year, I took a Comparative Legal History class, and wrote a paper on the Scottish Clan System and Feudalism. Law School was also where I fell in love with Scotland. Once I survived the stress of the first semester, law school proved to be one of the best times of my life-garnering me a JD, life-long friends, a husband, and an unexpectedly intimate knowledge of baseball. So leaving Tommy Trojan behind, I traveled back up north to Palo Alto for three more years of study at Stanford Law School. With that kind of fun, four years of college wasn’t quite enough. I joined the Kappa Kappa Gamma sorority, and when I wasn’t studying or at football games, did my best to support the local bartending industry. After reading War and Peace, I wasn’t easily intimidated.Īfter graduation, I loaded up the VW (Jetta not Bus) and trekked down I-5 to attend the University of Southern California, majoring in Political Science and minoring in English (see why all that reading helped!). Some of them were tough going for a teenager, but the experience would prove an invaluable foundation for college. In high school, with the encouragement of my father (who I think was a little concerned about the steady diet of romances), I read over eighty of the Franklin Library’s One Hundred Greatest Books ever written-including Tolstoy, Confucius, Plato, and the entire works of Shakespeare. I quickly read through the inventory of the local library and was soon buying bags of romances at garage sales. After that rather brief conversation, she paid a little closer attention to what had disappeared off her book shelf, and steered me in the direction of Harlequin and Barbara Cartland romances. I can still remember the look of abject horror on my mom’s Catholic-girl-face when I asked her what a virgin was.

Some, like Sidney Sheldon’s The Other Side of Midnight, probably weren’t the most appropriate choice for a pre-adolescent-although they were definitely illuminating. Once I cleared off my bookshelf, I started swiping books from my mom. I started with the usual fare: The Little House on the Prairie series, The Chronicles of Narnia, The Hobbit, Watership Down, Nancy Drew, and everything by Judy Blume. Growing up in California there was always plenty to do outside, but all too often I could be found inside curled up with a book (or two or three). Like most writers, I’ve always loved to read.

What do you get when you mix a legal career, a baseball career, motherhood, and a love of history with a voracious reader? In my case, a Historical Romance Author.
