My parents named me Sandra. But I also go by Sandy, or even Snady–the result of a typo that stuck. I live in Michigan in the same 150-year-old farmhouse my husband grew up in.
Dennis and I married in 1971, only six months after we met in an OB/GYN office. We lived in New Jersey, Illinois, Georgia (three times), and Florida before returning to our home state.
I’ve worked in intensive care, office, operating room, and public health nursing as well as community health education.
I’ve been a medical transcription editor, mentor and educator.
I was a church secretary and even sold life insurance, water filters, and some kind of cosmetics–each for a very brief time.
My neighbor once shook his head. “Sandy, you have a terrible work history!”
But always, always. always there’s been the desire–the need–to write. And look at all the experiences I have to draw on!
I love chocolate and the Detroit Tigers, and I teach a ladies Bible study.
I keep my nursing license intact–just in case. I can still give a good shot, and who knows if I won’t be called to give immunizations in some far country.
But mostly I write.
“You don’t choose your family. They are God’s gift to you, as you are to them.” ~Desmond Tutu