About Me

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Once I get an idea in my head, I have a hard time letting go. I like to think of new ways of doing things. I’ve got to give my parents some credit for this. They made living aboard a sailboat part of the year and windsurfing most windy days fit with full-time careers and raising me. Growing up, I felt so incredibly lucky. I never felt jealous of kids with bigger houses or better toys. Nothing compared to being on the water.

In my sophmore year of high school, I applied to and was admitted into Dreyfoos School of the Arts. As a child writing and art had been imaginative play, and as I grew older they became forms of outlet and self-expression, but at Dreyfoos art and writing became passions worthy of pursuit for their own end.

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Sofie, our sweet little dog from Taiwan

At Stetson University I majored in English, with my focus in creative writing, and minored in philosophy and psychology. I devoted myself to my writing workshop classes, enjoyed my course classes, and struggled hopelessly through the requirements. I met my now fiancé, Justin, and graduated with honors. Together we said goodbye to our parents and college friends and traveled across the world to Taiwan, where we taught at an after-school English program, HESS International Education Organization. We earned our TEFL (Teaching English as a Foreign Language) through Hess. I worked with incredible teachers and talented students, and learned more about English than I had thought possible by looking at my native language through their eyes.

When we returned to the States, Justin went to work in publishing, as is logical for an English major, while I pursued an irrational love of dogs. Dogs were all I could think about. All I wanted to do was learn about and work IMG_3020with dogs. “Dogs, dogs, dogs,” Justin said often during those years. We had fostered dozens of dogs in college and after, and had a sweet fluff ball named Sofie who flew with us back from Taiwan in a little carrier under our seats. Dogs at home weren’t enough though. I wanted to spend all my time with dogs, so when I saw a job as a kennel tech at a family owned dog daycare I leapt on the chance. I spent my days surrounded by groups of dogs, learning about and managing their social interactions, grooming them, training them, and loving them. I became marketing manager, then general manager. The owners worked full time and the work was minimum wage and had difficult hours, besides being considered dangerous, and so workers were hard to find. As a consequence I worked long days and  often communicated with employees while off work. I didn’t care. I worked there until I knew I had to find something that could pay the bills and provide benefits. I cried saying goodbye to the dogs and the owners looked at me a little funny.

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Lisa and Winston

I went to work as a liaison at UF Small Animal Hospital. The job was multifaceted: part cashier, part messenger, part enforcer of rules. Communication was good and employees were passionate about what they did, and while I found the work challenging at first, I humbled myself and learned quickly. Soon I became liaison of zoology, neurology, and integrative medicine. I loved each of these departments for their own reasons, and spent as much time in their treatment rooms as possible. Zoo medicine was constant bustle, strange noises, glimpses through cage coverings of distressed wildlife and exotic pets. Neurology saw some of the most emotionally intense cases in the hospital. Doctors in this department made paralyzed dogs or dogs in debilitating pain normal again. Sometimes they couldn’t, and owners faced heartbreaking decisions. Dogs in recovery from surgery of all kinds, as well as dogs with chronic conditions or conditions of aging, all received therapy from integrative medicine. These were some of the dogs I got to know best, as some came week after week for years.

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Winston rocking his pink wheelchair

Some of the stories from UF became personal. When a nine month old King Charles Cavalier suddenly and inexplicably became paralyzed in the hind, MRI images revealed that nothing could be done surgically or medically to reverse the injury. It most likely resulted from a congenital weakness, and would have happened sometime or other. The owners had been away when it happened, the puppy and his sibling being with caretakers. The owners were overwhelmed, and decided to wake the puppy from anesthesia and do therapy for a few days while they made up their minds. It was at this time that I met Winston. He didn’t care much about his paralysis. We were always chasing after him. He was afraid of nothing and no one. He met every dog, person, and new experience with enthusiasm. He threw his all into everything. What can I say? I fell for him. When the owners decided they couldn’t take him home and they couldn’t afford another week of therapy and boarding, and all the rescues they contacted had turned him down, and no one at the hospital could guarantee more than a week, I signed the papers, bought a big box of diapers, and brought him home, his donated pink wheelchair slung into the back seat.

20161220_134725Now I write full time. I still am obsessed with dogs, and much of my writing centers around them, but I enjoy researching and writing about all kinds of things. When I’m feeling brave, I even post some of my creative fiction. Enjoy my site, and don’t hesitate to contact me with any question or comment, or to talk to me about freelance writing or art.