“Be nice and don’t eat sugar!” Dee DeTarsio lives by that motto every day, or at least until nine o’clock in the morning. Dee is petrified of tornadoes, but thankfully grew up in Ohio in a small town called Fremont, which her parents told her is Indian for “land of no tornadoes.” (Could that possibly be true?)
She loves vegetables, as long as they are hot and buttered and come in a big red bowl courtesy of Orville. Dee is an early bird, evening showerer, and, thanks to crashing biorhythms the exact same time every day (3:32), afternoon blight.
She says an author bio is b-o-r-i-n-g. Unless it’s your own—in which case, tweaking it is like getting to second base, with yourself. She is considering a nom de plume, believing that Delilah could come up with better steamy scenes.
Dee DeTarsio is a graduate of The Ohio State University and lives in southern California with her family. She did not teach herself to read at an early age or write stories by the time she was in kindergarten. She was still wetting the bed and playing in the can cupboard.