Hello. People call me Trouble.
I’m 79 years old, and I’ve lived long enough to know that the stories worth keeping are rarely the tidy ones. They’re the moments that went sideways. The ones where you learned something after the fact. The ones that still make you laugh, even if you didn’t laugh at the time.
I’ve been a Navy wife, a single mother, a student later in life, and more other things than I can list without losing the thread. I’ve moved more times than I can remember, raised three children, and learned that humor is sometimes the only thing standing between you and falling apart.
These stories are not lessons. I’m not trying to teach anyone how to live. I wrote them because certain moments refused to be forgotten, and because they seem to matter more when they’re shared.
Some of the stories are funny. Some are tender. A few are quietly sharp. All of them are true.
Right now, my first book of the Trouble’s Tales planned series, The First Laugh: Humor, Heart, and the Occasional Disaster, is in its final stretch. The stories are being edited, the illustrations are coming together, and I’m getting ready to send it off to Amazon. That part is exciting. It’s also a little terrifying. But I’ve learned that most good things live right there in that mix.
If you’d like to come along for the rest of the journey, I’d love to have you.