Author RoseMary Griffith is a lifelong red-haired, freckle-covered woman. I come with assorted baggage. I grew up short, with a cackling laugh, and a wicked bad temper that faded over the decades.

My parents taught me to laugh often, never ever take myself seriously, be helpful and laugh … oh wait I said that already. They also taught me to believe in and follow the golden rules of life.

I grew up in the country outside of Johnstown, Pennsylvania. After graduating from York College of Pennsylvania, I hung out in Denver, Colorado for a while. There was a return to PA, then Columbus, Ohio, onto Whittier, California, to my beloved Montana, and back to PA. My Uncle D accuses me of being in the Witness Protection program. Somehow he keeps finding me!!

As a stumbling, learning Christian, I’m trying to figure out what the Bible is all about. 

author, RoseMary Griffith in Paris

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My husband, Alex, only allows me to say so much about him. Mostly, I adhere to that. Oh, who am I kidding? Although he’s the reticent type and too much publicity makes him antsy, I keep writing. 

My siblings and friends on the other hand, know that they’re fair game!

Life is good–let’s celebrate it with joy every day!


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