Josie Dorans lives in the mountains of West Virginia with her very own "That Guy" - you know the type, he's the one to go to when something needs fixed or an idea needs to find a way into the world - and far too many cats to be considered rational. She has survived the raising (and home schooling) of two extraordinary young men with wicked senses of humor. She considers this feat to be her greatest accomplishment in this life (and possibly any other). Her alter ego writes and illustrates children's books, makes roses out of pine cones, and tries to be far nicer than the world has encouraged her to be.