I was born and raised in a small town in North Carolina, in the American South, where I spent my winters buried in books and my summers drinking sweet iced tea and catching crabs in the river.
I wrote my first major opus the year my age hit double digits: 1977, the year Star Wars came out. I sent George Lucas a script for a second movie, first written by hand and then pecked out on the classroom typewriter. It was a pretty stirring script, let me tell you. Sadly, I never heard back. (Hollywood’s a tough nut to crack.)
I left home at 15 to attend the North Carolina School of Science and Mathematics. After high school, I earned my bachelor’s degree in math with a hefty helping of physics, astronomy, and computer graphics. After college, I programmed parallel digital signal processors way down in their geeky little innards. After that, I worked as a freelance translator and copywriter for fifteen years. After some soul-searching in 2016, I now exclusively translate strong, thoughtful journalism and fiction.
I met my husband in 1995, and in 2002, we moved to the Netherlands, his home country. I currently live in the town of Nieuw-Vennep in the Haarlemmermeer polder: surrounded by tulip fields, a stone’s throw from Schiphol Airport and Amsterdam, and some twenty feet under sea level.