Hi, I’m Sue. That’s me below, the angel with the curly hair.

Young Sue

The horse’s name was Surprise. He surprised me moments later when he threw me off!

Unfortunately, I looked like this until I was thirteen. No, really. Our mom didn’t know how to handle curly hair so she kept it short. Sometimes we even went to a barber for our haircuts! And our mom used a brush –a no-no for curly hair. We didn’t want short hair or to look like we had fuzz atop our heads. My brother didn’t care about it one way or the other, so only my sister and I are scarred from the experience!

While growing up, I spent my summers at camp in northern Wisconsin, where I learned how to sail, canoe, water ski and ride. I loved riding and especially jumping. I worked hard to master canoeing and camp craft skills, because I liked getting away from the camp and going on trips, real camping with tents and using canoes for travel, shooting rapids, and portaging. 

Matt, Sue, and CarolynI finally got my way and grew my hair in 9th grade. My sister and brother did, too! (Okay, it’s not long exactly, but it was a start.)

I swam and took as few writing classes as humanly possible. Sticking with the comfortable right and wrong of math and science was a safe zone. Fear of failure kept me from doing what I really wanted—to write!

Sue working on stained glass project
At work in a stained glass studio

I also worked at a stained-glass studio, taught aerobics, and was a <gasp!> telemarketer. Don’t hate me.

I graduated with a B.S. in Zoology and a minor in Chemistry, then went straight to Marquette University School of Dentistry. I met my future husband there. Shortly after graduation, we moved to New York for residencies at a Veterans’ hospital.

Tim and Chelsea
My husband, Tim, and our first dog, Chelsea

Soon Tim decided that he didn’t like practicing dentistry after all. We both believe that it’s important to follow your heart, (even though I was a chicken about my dream) so he went back to school while I worked.

Sue's three sons
my three sons

Flash forward….we have three boys, so I consider myself a boy expert!

That’s Derby in the pic with our boys on the right. I also think I’m a dog expert.

When our oldest son was in third grade, his teacher considered him a talented writer with a lot of potential. He must have acquired that talent from somewhere. Maybe even from me!

I sat down and wrote a novel—in long hand—start to finish. After reading that draft, I realized it was time to learn how to write. Tim agreed.

It was my turn to finally try to do what I’d always wanted.

I’ve since sold dozens of stories to publications such as Highlights, Ask, Muse, Ladybug, Boys’ Life and more. I’ve won an honorable mention or two. I’m still a little afraid, but I’m working on it. And learning! 

And I know that bubble baths require no-more-tears shampoo

Louie the Science dog can't type
Louie wishes that he had opposable thumbs because he’s got great story ideas, mostly involving tag, keep away and tug-of-war.
Sue's Desk
My desk on a neat day. Ozzie, our bearded dragon thinks he’s a copy editor. …Don’t ask how he marks up copy he doesn’t like!
Bubble bath
No-more-tears shampoo is needed!