I'm a native of Phoenix, Arizona and grew up the youngest
of three in an irreverent, arts-oriented family. If there
is such a thing as reincarnation, I feel sure I was a
Victorian Englishwoman in a former life. I love to laugh
in my opinion - a wry sense of humor. Among my unsuspected
talents is my ability to sing like a chicken.
While majoring in Theatre at an Arizona university,
I realized I didn't have the intestinal fortitude required
to pursue acting as a career. But when one door shuts, another one
opens, and while still in college I also discovered L-O-V-E
in the form of my jazz history instructor. I developed quite a crush on the young lecturer and, throwing caution to the
wind, wrote him a love note on a test paper. ("By the way, Mike, I have a crush on you. Do I have a chance?")
Intrigued and not a little frightened, the unattached instructor
was curious about the student who'd so brashly declared
herself, and he
called my name after his lecture one day. The rest is, as
they say, history, because we've been together ever since.
I took a brief employment break in 1991, after nearly
a decade as a top administrator with the preeminent builder
of retirement communities. That was a wonderful stint - several
stints, in fact, as I held various positions - not only because
of the stellar caliber people with whom I worked, but because
of how high I learned to set my standards. I then worked for
a number of years in a large property management firm where
I learned a lot and won some awards, yet ultimately grew to
feel discouraged at my inability to effect true change within
the organization. I began working for one of that firm's rival
property management companies in 2006. I loved
it but left in early 2009 not only because my boss had resigned
two months prior, but because the company's financial struggles
had impaired the management team's judgment.
I have had my share of supportive as well as tyrannical supervisors over the years, and have
experienced a number of interesting job interviews. Highlights of the latter include
one sports franchise CEO who asked me, "Can you be a bitch? I need someone who can be a bitch".
Then there was the millionaire developer who said he wanted an "office wife" who would wash his car and
shuttle his dog to the groomer, another firm where the interviewer told me, "The boss is an
S.O.B. but we love him," and one company principal unabashedly broke the law by asking me directly if I had kids. One unethical recruiter edited my résumé to better please the client
(and secure a fat commission), and yet another described the boss at hand as "rude and condescending",
then seemed mystified when I declined the job offer. Ah, yes . . . good times, good times.
Traveling the peaks and valleys of my career path, I try to behave like a Class Act, maintain grace under pressure, and always keep a sense of humor. Secure in the
knowledge that the work I produce, whatever the endeavor, is the highest possible quality, I
nevertheless remain unsure about what I want to be when I grow up.
I enjoy writing, cooking and gardening; I love music
and my taste runs the gamut from Beatles, Mozart and Ella
Fitzgerald, to Antonio Carlos Jobim, Aerosmith,
Andy Williams, Queen and Ozzy Osbourne. I adore Earth Wind
and Fire and any music with even a hint of funk (Rick James
was a God) to it. I've tried mastering the
bongos as well as the concertina but, alas, had to give up
on the latter when a button got stuck.
I consider myself a whiz at Andy
Griffith Show and Dick Van Dyke Show trivia,
I love What's My Line? and M*A*S*H,
and my favorite Twilight Zone episodes include "A Stop at Willoughby" and "Walking
Distance", because of Serling's achingly wistful writing. Thanks to my
mom and my Auntie Em, I can bake a mean rum cake, and
I count toast among my favorite foods.
The best expression that describes me is, I think, "Still waters run deep," because I'm a different
person once you get to know me. Although a rather loaded statement, what that means, basically, is that I
am focused, professional and serious at the office, and a rather silly free spirit on my own time.
(I mean, I do sing like a chicken after all!) I respect the opinions of others but tend to keep mine
to myself; I support our troops but not war; censorship singes my proverbial drawers but I am by no means
an anarchist; I don't suffer fools gladly; I try to steer clear of false friends, and I detest ego,
especially when the goods are missing to back it up. I have great expectations of others, believe in a
Higher Power, and I think usage of the hackneyed words "awesome" and "dude" by any adult over the age of
18 should be strictly prohibited. If you choose to pass judgment and label me as "quiet" after an
initial meeting with me, you'd be wrong: my outwardly calm exterior belies the fire and sense of
And if you underestimate my commitment to my principles, you'd be even wrong-er.