I’m a life-long resident of New England (well, at least since the age of seven), and a graduate of Smith College in Northampton, Massachusetts. I attended the University of Connecticut Law School and have practiced divorce law in Hartford, Connecticut for over twenty-five years. While Tell Me When It Hurts is my first novel, writing is what I do daily so it felt familiar.
I’ve always been interested in how people cope with heartbreak. My own exploration of that topic started early. When I was seven, my parents died five months apart of unrelated causes. My father had been a Presbyterian Minister in Clifton, New Jersey, a suburb of Manhattan. My mother was a school teacher. A bitter custody battle pitted my maternal grandparents, Hungarian immigrants who lived close by, against my paternal aunts, whom I knew only slightly. Within the space of six weeks, all ties with my close-knit church community were benignly severed when my aunts prevailed in the legal contest, and my sister and I were carted off to a strange land called Connecticut. While my aunts and uncle were wonderful, loving people, filled with the best of intentions, my uncle had a drinking problem which created family secrets and dark corners.