Meet Stacy

My press bio is here.

I was born in Milwaukee, Wisconsin, the oldest of four sisters. (I’m one minute older than my twin, Stephanie. We are not identical.) We had a black cat named Puff, and a series of parakeets and canaries, whose names I can’t remember.

When I was a kid, I went to Brewers baseball games with my dad; took family road trips to Madison or Chicago; spent Sundays at both sets of grandparents’ houses, and ate double Sunday dinners.

I was an awkward teenager. My legs were too long, and my feet were too big. I wore braces. Twice. I did not make the cut for cheerleader. I warmed the bench for my softball team. Which was probably just as well, since I liked the library better anyway.

Now I live in Connecticut, in a small town with trees, farms, and a lovely library. From my office window I’ve seen deer, foxes, lots of birds and squirrels, and even (sometimes) a black bear. I still love going to baseball games and taking trips. Among other really cool places, I have visited a rain forest in Argentina, and hiked the length of Hadrian’s Wall in England.

Even though now I am Grown Up, I still feel pretty much like the awkward teenager I used to be.

Except when I write. When I write I feel beautiful and graceful.