My name is Rachel. I’ve been married to Tim since 2005 and we have a 100 pound dog named Roxie. I have a master’s degree in management and work in the field of employee relations. In August 2014, my family moved from Indianapolis, Indiana to Seattle to advance my career and allow me to fulfill a long-held dream of mine to live in the Pacific Northwest. In October 2015, we moved West again – this time to the other side of Puget Sound – when we bought our first home in Port Orchard, Washington. We now live a quarter-mile from the saltwater shores of Sinclair Inlet in a little cottage built in 1923.
I’m a writer. Besides blogging, I always have at least four novel premises and eight characters that live in my head full-time. Needless to say, there’s a war going on for which story gets written. Right now, I’m focusing on only one novel and it’s in the developmental stages. I was a prolific fanfiction writer during the first part of the “Glee” TV show craze, but that has waned. I no longer watch enough TV to justify writing any form of fanfiction at all. I dream of writing my own romance novel a la Susan Elizabeth Phillips, but life keeps getting in my way.
I’m also an avid reader, stealing moments of time to get lost in words whenever I can. I mainly read historical nonfiction, historical fiction, contemporary romance, and memoirs about people who gave everything up to go live on farms. I also like to blog about what I’m reading.
I’m nostalgic. Truly, I am captivated by the 1940s. (And by “captivated”, I mean that my heart literally aches over the fact that I didn’t get to experience the 1940s firsthand.) I collect both antique radios and the episodes of old time radio shows that would have been heard on those radios. Old time radio shows are a constant companion to me. I’m not much for modern TV and movies, but OTR is never far away! I also adore big band music (mainly Tommy Dorsey) and Bing Crosby.
I have a chronic illness. I was diagnosed with Psoriatic Arthritis in early 2015, and I’ve been on a medical roller coaster since. While my flare-ups are currently under control and my pain level is moderate, I struggle with profound fatigue.
I’m a woman who has long struggled with her faith, but am happy to report that the struggle is over. Raised Protestant, I married a Catholic and converted to Catholicism in 2007. We left the church in 2010 due to both the sex abuse scandal and the Catholic obsession with anti-abortion efforts at the expense of every other aspect of Christian life. I was a United Methodist for many years and then attended an Anabaptist church for a while. After a lot of soul searching, I accepted the fact that, deep down, I’ve never believed in Jesus. As a result, I started studying other religions and their beliefs, which led me to the discovery that everything I believed about God resided within Judaism. After an 18 month conversion process under the tutelage of a rabbi, my conversion is complete. I am Jewish.