I grew up in the Bronx, a borough of New York City, the middle kid between my older sister and younger brother. We lived not far from my grandmother (a nurse) and a multitude of aunts, uncles and cousins (lots of birthday cakes and parties!). There were many things I loved about growing up in the Bronx: riding bikes and eating black and white cookies with my best friend Wilfredo, playing street games like ace-king-queen and skully with kids from our apartment building, summer trips to Rockaway Beach, and visiting my father at Engine 90, the firehouse where he worked.
As a firefighter’s kid I enjoyed special privileges, like trying on the gear, climbing into the fire truck, and clanging the big silver bell. It was a special world that my sister and brother and I loved being a part of. My father once helped save a fellow firefighter who was falling through a porch roof at a fire—and a photo of that moment was splashed on the front page of the Daily News, and years later, on the cover of a book!
All the seeds of my writing life were planted in the Bronx, where I created stories and poems, wrote and illustrated my own cartoons, and read piles and piles of books from the Jerome Park Library on Eames Place, near my grandmother’s apartment. I still love libraries; I do some of my best writing there.
An undergraduate degree in Communications, a Masters in Early Childhood Education, and many moves later, I landed in Massachusetts. After teaching preschool in Boston, then kindergarten and special education in the public schools of Cambridge, MA, I moved to Cape Cod, continuing to write, teach, and read—children’s books, time-travel stories, poetry, and history.
A few years ago I went back to school once more, to Vermont College of Fine Arts, to earn a Master in Fine Arts in Writing for Children and Young Adults. Now I teach college classes in the two professional areas that mean the most to me: the education of young children, and writing. I teach both English and Early Childhood Education. I have also taught creative writing at Barnstable County Correctional Facility, to the inmates in the women’s unit. I’ve had the chance to go back to the school my mother attended, St. Luke’s School in the South Bronx, and teach a poetry workshop there.
Whether you are a reader or a writer, a student or a teacher, my wish for you is that books and writing bring you joy… every day! Thanks for visiting my website.