Patricia Davids, tell us a little about yourself.
I’d love to. Pull up a chair. This may take a while.
I was born to a farm family in north-central Kansas. I was the second of five children and the only girl. Yes, I grew up with four brothers. Number 1, that tells you I’m tough. Number 2, that tells you that I am a peacemaker. Number 3, that tells you I don’t throw a baseball like a girl.
I had an idyllic childhood on the farm. There was a creek at the bottom of the hill where we went swimming and fishing in the summer. I had horses to ride whenever I wanted and miles of back roads and open pastures to race across. The only down side I remember was having to feed the chickens and gather the eggs every day. Chickens are too stupid to live. At least in my opinion.
My best friend Susan and I went through school together from the second grade all the way through high school, college and nurses training. Marriage finally made us part ways. While I was my final year of nurses training, at the request of another friend, I wrote a letter to a lonely sailor. He came home, took me out on a date and stole my heart. Then my life took a big turn.
A year later we were married. I said goodbye to Kansas and moved to Groton, Connecticut. Those of you who are familiar with the town will deduce that I married a submariner. It was not an easy life. My sailor husband was gone under the ocean for six months out of the year. Happily, he was in home port when our daughter was born. When she turned 2, he left the service and we came back to Kansas.
The focus of my nursing career was in the NICU. I loved, loved, loved taking care of premature babies. I became a member of the neonatal transport team and flew many times to rural Kansas hospitals to bring sick infants to our major medical center for treatment. It was exciting work.
My husband and I were also archery enthusiasts. He loved hunting more than I did, but I enjoyed every moment I got to spend in the great outdoors. As competitive target archers, we traveled to tournaments throughout Kansas, Missouri, Oklahoma and Texas. One year, we were both Kansas State champions in our respective classes. The only thing more exciting was when our daughter made us grandparents. Being a grandmother is the best job EVER. We lost our home in a fire that same year and my life took another turn.
It was about that time that I decided I wanted to write a book. With the encouragement of my husband, I joined a local writers group and the national organization, Romance Writers of America. After eight long years and numerous rejections, Love Inspired Books finally purchased one of my manuscripts in 2004. I have published thirty-five novels to date. About 20 of them are Amish themed.
Sadly, the love of my life passed away from cancer in 2011. A year later I retired from nursing. Since that time, I have concentrated on my grandchildren and on my career as a writer. I’ve traveled the world and like Dorothy in the Wizard of Oz I came back to Kansas and to the same farm where I grew up.
I helped care for my ailing mother until she passed away in 2015. I’m currently, nurse, housekeeper, cook and chauffeur for my 86-year-old father. I wouldn’t have it any other way. I have a makeshift desk in an upstairs bedroom with a view of the creek I still fish in and enough spare time to keep on writing. That’s my life in a nutshell.