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.