About the Author

Born in Los Angeles, California, I moved with my family to Irvine, California in 1974. I asked my parents why on earth we had moved to a place that had more orange trees than it did people. They told me to be patient.

As the lovely orange groves quickly turned into housing developments I found myself gazing out at the diminishing hillsides with longing.

In my early twenties I discovered that horses fulfilled that deep longing and that there were still lots of hillsides to ride a horse up and down. When I bought my first horse, a beautiful white Quarter horse named Tednick, my father shook his head in despair. “She’s almost 25. 1-low is she ever going to find a husband now?” he asked my mother. She told him to be patient.

A few years later my father happily ate his words when my husband James and I got married. We met at the stables where I kept my horse.

Now at almost 28 years old, Tednick has outlived most horses. Yet he continues to carry me up and down the beautiful hillsides of Castro Valley California, where we now reside, almost daily.

A few years ago I created Lindy to keep me company on trail. When Lindy grabbed the reins of my life and ran off uncontrollably, my husband insisted that I write it all down, hoping to change our topics of discussion at dinner, I am certain.

I listened to my husband and picked up a legal pad of paper and started writing. After going through a good 20 pads of paper (and one heck of a hand-cramp) my husband surrendered and bought me a computer. When I filled up our hard drive with “Dreamcatcher”, my husband grumbled then upgraded our still new-smelling computer. “Please get this thing published” he sighed. “I need some space for my games.”