My name is Rachel. I’ve been married to Tim since 2005 and we have a 140 pound dog named Roxie. I have a master’s degree in management and work in the field of employee relations. We live 15 miles west of Seattle on the Kitsap Peninsula (which is attached to the Olympic Peninsula) in a little, nearly 100-year-old house about a quarter-mile from the saltwater shores of Sinclair Inlet, which is an arm of Puget Sound.
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 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, memoirs about people who gave everything up to go live on farms, and religious texts of all kinds.
We are avid RVers. We have a campsite at a private campground on a lake in the middle of the forest on the Olympic Peninsula and we go there frequently. We keep our travel trailer there and would go there all the time if we could!
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 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 was a fraud because I never really believed the Jesus story. 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 a long conversion process under the tutelage of a rabbi, I entered the mikveh and emerged Jewish. It is much more than a religion but a way of thought and of life.