Margaret was born in Ypsilanti, Michigan.
When she was a little girl, her family was always moving, across the country, across the state, across town.
In each setting she found secret friends living in a closet, under a porch, in the hollow of a tree, or
beneath the cut bank of a woodland creek. Blessed with a vivid imagination and sense of wonder,
she wrote stories about the pretend worlds she created. She was thirteen before her folks managed
to take root in one place. By that time she had pretty much become a loner, and writing stories was a favorite recreation.
Margaret's affection for animals led her to help found an animal welfare organization and develop an award-winning
program for children about caring for pets. Working with children provided even more
fodder for her imagination.
“I have notebooks alive with ideas for future stories, partially fleshed-out characters and plots."
Margaret admits she may never get to all of them, but sometimes a whole story gels from something
as simple as an unusual article clipped from a newspaper. Recently published, Gramma’s Box,
came from a snippet about lithopedions, commonly called stone babies, that she found
in a local newspaper.
“I had that little piece tucked away for a long time. I knew I’d write a stone baby
story one day. If the idea is rich enough, it will sprout wings and grow.”
Recently published, The Last Dragon seems to have created a little stir. I did a reading
and have included it. If you wish to listen, please click the Dragon link at the left to access the page.