Debra Randall

In 2018, I was working on a book about a woman who suddenly dies in mid-November, when I faced my own medical emergency. In mid-November. Ironic, to say the least. My heart didn’t beat on its own for a week and I spent three months in the hospital. But fortunately, unlike my character, I lived to tell the tale.
My husband and I reside in Utah. Our six children and thirteen grandchildren are now mostly scattered to the four corners of the country. I read, write, tend plants, enjoy long walks, and like just about anything pepperminty.