About Lynn

I grew up in semi-rural New Jersey. When I was in 9th grade, my family moved settling on a dairy farm in upstate New York where we had  wooded hills, a creek, a ravine, a spring, pastures and fields, and of course barns and cows. Some of the fields were optimistically located on hills that were steep enough to make planting and harvesting quite difficult and not a little dangerous. But the family managed to learn the art of the dairy farm and those were very good, though also very hard, years.

The years that followed were spent in college where I majored in the wrong subject, but the Women’s Glee Club, in which I often soloed, was where I grew and thrived. Then there were the years of employment followed by the rest of the years being a stay at home mom. Those years never end.

During those years my friends began to identify me as a gifted listener and I was recruited to volunteer on a suicide prevention helpline. It was in helping people talk through the difficulties of life that I figured out what my college major should have been and encountered the events that eventually led to my writing career.

If you are wondering about the drawing, it was done for me by my daughter and was inspired by the Sesame Street sketch where the tiny frog climbs a tiny branch and sings, “It’s a long hard climb, but I’m gonna get there.” Such is life.