photo credit: Jackson Kuja

Hi!  I’m Natasha.

I became a writer in great thanks to my parents, who raised me in a house without a TV.  At the time, I thought this was the worst form of torture. Now I understand the method to their madness: they wanted me to be a reader.

I spent much of my childhood in the Hamilton Public Library in upstate New York, where I found my mecca, the young-adult section, and my idol, Judy Blume. Not long after discovering Are You There God, It’s Me Margaret, I began dictating stories to my father, who typed them up on his 1930’s Remington typewriter. Most involved rainbows, unicorns, and poor orphan girls discovering treasure.


I knew I was supposed to be a real writer in seventh grade, when a sweet boy wrote me a love poem and I felt compelled to correct it for syntax and rhyme scheme.  (No, I did not grade it, and I did not hand it back to him.  I kept it, and I treasure it still.)


Because my spiritual age is 13, I was a middle-school teacher for a while.  Then I was a camp director.  I decided to give full-time writing a shot after I got married because I knew I wanted to be a stay-at-home mom. My first book, Perfect, was published right after my first baby arrived.  I wrote a second book.  I had another baby.  Wrote two more books, had another baby.  Now, three kids and seven books later, I feel like I’m just hitting my stride.


I love being a writing mom.  When I’m not working on my latest book, I’m building forts and making chocolate-chip pancakes.  Often, I am wearing a silly hat.  Sometimes a press-on mustache.  I sing a lot.  I read voraciously.  I eat peanut butter and banana sandwiches for breakfast.  I like a clean house, but I am a horrible housekeeper.  I would rather be having a spontaneous talent show in my dirty kitchen.  Or writing another book.



xo,  NF