I moved to Phoenix in 1993, with husband, eleven-year-old son, and Labrador retriever, to build a science museum. Serving as CEO, I led the team that opened the Arizona Science Center and later welcomed nearly 400,000 visitors each year.


        Towards the end of my tenure, my mother had a stroke. She declined over a period of eleven months, losing memories, then words, and then sense of herself. So I felt compelled to write her story down, and then I realized I wanted to write more. Not analytic stuff about museums, but something looser and evocative. So I turned to fiction at age 63.



            Writing as a "second act" is thrilling and humbling. I use skills and work habits learned in my first act to express thoughts and feelings--the fruit of decades--that I hadn't tackled before. Every new chapter poses a challenge: make it better than the last. I'm not always sure how to do so, but I'm more than willing to try.


            In addition to career and motherhood, I’ve practiced yoga, hiked, and dabbled in foreign languages. Born in a taxi in Manhattan, I studied at the Bronx High School of Science, Harvard University, and the University of California at Berkeley. I continue to live in Phoenix with my husband and  our new, rescued dog.      


            To see some of my past work—a storybook for early elementary grades, a guide to designing science museums—please click here.