Virginia has been making up stories for fun since she was a skinny, shy kid with straight hair down to her waist. She’s now less shy, less skinny, and has shorter hair. However, she still loves fantasy novels, other novels, other books, the beach, the woods, animals, birds of prey, and thinking, writing, and talking about how to make the world better.
Most of her waking hours, Virginia is reading and writing: books, emails, blog posts, essays, magazine articles, book reviews, and – oh, yeah! – stories and poems! She’s an award-winning news journalist and her poetry, articles and essays have been published in Clover, A Literary Rag, Friends Journal, various newspapers, and the anthology, Enlivened by the Mystery. She is a Walk Award winner of the Sue C. Boynton Poetry Contest. Often when Virginia is reading, editing, or writing, she has a dog at her feet and a cat cruising back and forth between her and her monitor and/or book. This is not 
convenient. It is not efficient. But it is the way she rolls.
Speaking of rolling, she also sometimes trains in Aikido in her other waking hours. Aikido is a “peaceful” martial art. In theory it’s a bit like Tai Chi, which you sometimes see people doing in parks and on beaches. Slowly. Meditatively. In practice, Aikido is not much like that. There’s a lot of lunging, punching, falling down, and putting people in shoulder locks. When she does it right, the punches never land, the pins are nice stretches, the falls are like flying, and Virginia ends up laughing a lot.
She has been a secretary, pet groomer, lobbyist, newspaper reporter, newspaper editor, and Aikido instructor. Now she edits books, and writes poems, short stories and as-yet-unpublished novels. (Stay tuned!) Over the years, Virginia has fostered more than fifty cats and kittens, and is very proud that she has only kept three!
A member of the Bellingham Friends (Quaker) Meeting in Washington state, Virginia lives with her sometime-sailor husband, a black cat named Galadriel, a gray-and-white cat named Frodo (missing a toe on one forepaw) and a miniature schnauzer named Strider. She may foster more kittens. If Strider will promise not to chase them. Okay, Strider? … Strider?