Writing and editing
I’ve been a professional writer and editor since 1992, and the places I stayed the longest are Intuit and Google. For more about that sort of thing, see my LinkedIn profile.
I love to write, and I’m currently finishing my first novel, a sci-fi story about the human soul.
Until I was in my mid-twenties, I didn’t sing at all. Then I discovered that not only do I enjoy singing, but I also have a desire to write and record my own songs. Go figure!
I’ve been a spiritual director since 2002, and a spiritual-direction supervisor since 2008. I completed the Diploma in the Art of Spiritual Direction (DASD) program at San Francisco Theological Seminary in 2004, then worked on staff during the 2005, 2006, 2012, and 2014 January DASD intensives. I completed the Together in the Mystery supervisor-training program in 2009.
I currently work with individual directees and supervisees in person, over the phone, and using Skype. Since 2009, I’ve been a group spiritual director for New College Berkeley.
Nowadays I’m part of the Oakland Quaker worship group, but I’ve attended and been part of many churches since I came to believe in God in 1985: Vineyard, Lutheran, Episcopal, UCC, Presbyterian, and of course my favorite, the church of G.O.D. (the Great Outdoors).
The rest, in brief…
I was born in Linköping, Sweden, and lived in California, Belgium, and Iran while I was growing up. I went to high school in Lafayette, California, and then attended Stanford, from which I have a B.S. in Mathematical and Computational Science.
I married Gene Anderson (Cal grad!) in June of 2000 and have lived mostly in Oakland since 1997. This is my longest stay anywhere, and I love it.
About my housemates
I live with my husband Gene (author of the blog Our Oakland and the book Legendary Locals of Oakland) and our cats, Star and Rosie. Of the cats, I list Star first because she’s the elder, but if it were up to her she might choose to be listed second, or not at all, because she’s the recluse of the two.
According to dictionary.com, a perfectly serviceable synonym for “recluse” is “troglodyte.” (This is yet another reason to pay for a subscription to a real dictionary.) Star is not a prehistoric cave dweller—except on very cold nights, when she crawls under the covers with us.
Rosie is a small cat, and for reasons we can’t fathom she has no whiskers. She had them when we got her; she doesn’t have them now. Also, she was born missing a few toes. But what she lacks in bulk and toes and whiskers, she makes up for in chutzpah. She’s our extravert.
This photo shows Rosie resting up. You have to get a lot of sleep to be as brazen as this kitty can be.
But enough about the cats already.