I was born in Reading, Pennsylvania. I grew up in a tiny borough just outside the city limits called Mount Penn. I played hopscotch on my sidewalk and other silly street games like Mother May I and Red Light, Green Light. From these antics I learned valuable skills like screaming, running fast, standing on one foot, and asking permission.
I sported a hideous uniform including pleats, a Peter Pan collar, and eventually, polyester pants, during my decade-plus in parochial school. Long before I graduated from Reading Central Catholic, I knew that college wasn’t for me. Although I was a good student, member of the National Honor Society, and particularly excelled at Language Arts, I was uncomfortable in a traditional classroom situation. I would rather have been twirling in a tutu, or riding the Bieber bus back and forth to Manhattan, which I started doing at the age of 12. That’s when I fell in love with New York for the first time.
Dancing my way through childhood at the Carol Ennis School of Dance, I later joined La Petite Ballet, which matured into the regional company Berks Ballet Theater. I aspired to be a professional ballerina and danced the fairytale role of the Sugar Plum Fairy at the age of 14, but I loved food way too much to pursue ballet as a career. (I still love food!)
I had a series of retail jobs in my early twenties that barely paid for my leotard and tights, so I decided that I would go back to school. After a bad break-up, I packed my bags and my cat, pilfered used furniture, and moved to the City of Brotherly Love. I attended the Art Institute of Philadelphia to major in interior design and study the art of drinking red wine. I graduated and then asked myself, “What’s next?”
After a brief stint in London, I returned to Pennsylvania where I honed my residential design skills while working for a small business. In 1995, I moved to Atlanta to cook delicious food, decorate historic homes, and meet my husband. Michael and I renovated houses and managed to stay married through all three. I became a certified professional oenophile, and transformed myself into an avid gardener after living my life with a black thumb.
When the recession hit, Michael had several opportunities to work in Manhattan. I needed a change of scenery and began packing almost immediately. We sold our 2,800 square foot Victorian bungalow, headed north with a dog and two kitties in tow, and landed in New York City. I started writing upon arrival, and hoped that one day I could do it full-time.
After several sales jobs in Manhattan and the purchase of a new wardrobe, my dream came true. Now, I’m a New York writer and I work out of my pajamas and commute two feet to my desk. This is one of the few advantages of living in a New York apartment, and well, so much for that wardrobe.
You can find my byline in publications like Metro NY, TravelMag, Olive Oil Times, Business Insider, Mabuhay Magazine, The Epoch Times, and others. I spend many hours of my day writing, editing, and running my own blog…..
I am the co-author of the 48-hour New York Guide published by National Geographic. The guidebook is available in French and Italian right now (how chic!), but the English version will be available in 2018. Check back for details.
I live in Manhattan with my husband and our furry family. When I’m not in front of my laptop, I’m probably wandering the streets of the city I love or off discovering another part of the planet.
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