Rachel Elizabeth

I kissed my husband for the first time in Psychology Lab 101. He was blindfolded and hooked up to a millivoltmeter at the time. Truly! Our assignment was to surprise some willing but unsuspecting victim—I mean volunteer—and measure their reaction with the millivoltmeter. My group routinely got the needle on the meter to stand straight up when other groups were having trouble getting it to move at all. When it was my turn to find a volunteer, I walked out of the Science Building into the ‘Valley’ and just happened to notice this cute guy I suspected had a crush on me. (I didn’t hate him, either.) Of course, since I was doing the kissing, I couldn’t see the meter. But I was assured by three other lab mates that the needle pegged three times in rapid succession before standing straight up. I made an A on that paper. And now I’m enjoying writing about kissing once again! I am blessed to have had the rare experience of being cherished by many godly men who now show up as the heroes in my stories. My father was quite possibly the best Dad—ever. And my husband of more than three decades is my best friend as well as the love of my life. Together we have three handsome, smart, tall, athletic, kind, and awesome sons who have in turn produced superlative words-fail-me grandchildren. I love to watch my giant plecostomus (sucker fish) hang upside down in his tank. I love to spoil my six grandchildren and spend time with friends. A voracious reader all my life, I surprised myself by discovering I love to write stories. The first idea rolled downhill in 2016 and dislodged an avalanche. I am busy trying to get them at least outlined as more ideas roll my way. I love everything Narnian. And from the world of Jane Austen. And just about any story where the bad guy ‘gets it’ and the good guy goes home with the good girl. I hope you enjoy reading my stories as much as I did writing them!