Once I told a stranger I was a writer. He told me his niece was a writer and maybe I could help her get published. She was nine. I don’t tell people I’m a writer anymore. Now, I lie and tell people things I wish I did for a living. Maybe a marine biologist in Fiji. Or, an Olympic skier. Some days, I’m a wildlife photographer and travel around the world. It’s not that I’m a compulsive liar all the time. I never tell people that I’m a plumber. Or a ticket taker at a toll booth.

Really, I’m a mom, the job I love best (on most days). Dan and I live in Colorado, as close to skiing as we can afford, and shuttle three kids to the mountain often. I am the author of Soul Sunday: A Family’s Guide to Exploring Faith and Teaching Tolerance and host seminars about the book around the country. I also run workshops in schools, for businesses, community organizations, and for anyone interested in diversity and communication.

I was raised Lutheran in Toledo, Ohio but lived with a Muslim family in North Africa. Funny, I married into a Jewish family. I claim to know nothing.

Besides skiing, I love to read, practice yoga, hike, watch football, and eat really good food. I also like to eavesdrop on conversations at coffee shops when I pretend to write. Be careful what you say. . . I might write about you in a blog.

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