Meet Genny
To cut a long story short …
I write books, love my family, idolize authors, hike a lot, sing off key, water ski, and text with one finger.
As a kid, I was not a particularly good reader, so I didn’t read that much. But I loved imaginative play. Growing up in rural southeastern Wisconsin on Duck Creek Road, which is as quaint and scenic as it sounds, I built forts in the fence lines and entire worlds in the cornfields.
As a teen, I was as an exchange student in Caracas, Venezuela for a year. Turns out, there’s a lot to explore beyond the cornfields.
As a young adult, I graduated from Marquette University with a social work degree, and then lived in El Paso, Texas and Juarez, Mexico working with undocumented refugees and political asylum seekers.
At twenty-five, I hiked the 2000-mile-long Appalachian Trail, which taught me a lot about perseverance.
The best of my thirties and forties revolved around being a mom. (I won’t embarrass my sons by gushing about them.) I also loved teaching. All that time I was a closet writer.
Not anymore!

In the five decades it took me to claim a life as a full-time writer, I held an interesting assortment of jobs. Which one do you think I’m fibbing about?
Correct Answer:
I applied for a part-time position as a mortician’s assistant when I lived in Missoula, MT in my early twenties, but I never got an interview. In hindsight, I’m really glad.