I moved to Phoenix in 1993 with my husband, eleven-year-old son,  and our Labrador retriever  to build a science museum. Serving as CEO, I led the team that opened the Arizona Science Center and 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 articulated before. I'm still engaged with the world, but I'm exploring in a different dimension.


In addition to career and motherhood, I’ve practiced yoga 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.  


To see some of my past work--a guide to designing science museums--click here. To read my blog about living in a continuing care retirement community (CCRC) and other issues of interest to mature women, click here. Sign up for my monthly newsletter here.