Hello, welcome to my bio. Please, note that I find the very fact that you’re reading this extremely weird, but then I, too, have found myself idle and looking for something—anything—to read. Usually, that just happens in the bathroom, though, and isn’t it nice that the Internet came along and rescued us all from that old standby, the back of the toothpaste tube? Who even cares what four out of five dentists think?
I’m Tim’s wife and partner, which means I’m the one he talked into starting a magazine almost 30 years ago. I still can’t fully explain how he did that, but I’m pretty sure it involved his extraordinary sales talent as well as the fact that we were just out of college and I needed fodder for my resumé. I was right—owning a couple of national magazines does look great on my resumé. Of course, now I don’t need one, so maybe it wasn’t such a great idea after all.
I don’t do a lot of the public stuff for the magazines, preferring instead to stay closer to home to handle the details of running a publishing company. I do enjoy talking to our readers and advertisers on the phone, but I sound like some random lady to callers, so people usually ask to be transferred to one of the guys—okay, ANY guy—instead of talking to me.
I run the business end of the business, which involves a thing called “double-entry accounting.” This enables me to produce more things called “financial statements,” which the government uses to extract money from me. If you get a check from Motorsport Marketing, Inc., I signed it. If you don’t, you call me … and I answer in my best nondescript voice. (I’m actually very prompt with my bills because I’m also the person who makes our phone collections calls. That’s really not as awful as it sounds, by the way: Most people are nice if you’re nice to them.)
I sometimes do other stuff that people rarely associate with the glamorous world of sports car journalism, including rewriting and copyediting—which basically means putting in or taking out the semicolons—and adding things like introductions and conclusions when our writers mysteriously choose to forget them. I sometimes write stories as well, though they tell me I’d get to write more if I were more prompt about deadlines.
I’m the proud mom of two college students, Tom and Katie. My daily driver is a 1988 BMW 528e, and my toy is a 1963 Corvair Monza Spyder that I rarely drive because it violated my trust early on in our relationship.
