Born and raised in the heart of the Ozarks, Dixie Jackson learned a love of the written word at a young age. She remembers spinning tales before she could even write them down, but it was the encouragement of her sixth grade creative writing teacher which would plant the idea that just never seemed to go away. She wanted to someday see her works in print. It wasn’t until the magical number thirty-nine popped up on her radar, however, that she took the notion seriously and thus the journey to publication began.
The onset of the journey would see her through a pen name she’s since retired, three publishers, and over a dozen retired titles. The journey would stall due to life circumstances, and in the midst of the chaos, Dixie knew a sabbatical was in order. After taking a much needed break from all things publishing and writing, she has returned to foster the idea that still will not go away.
Dixie makes her home in the Great Smoky Mountains with her retired Marine husband, two rescue dogs, and her beloved chickens. When she’s not writing, you can find her digging in the dirt and nurturing her plants like a true Southern gramma while plotting the next step in one story line or another. She also loves experimenting in her kitchen, embroidering, quilting, crocheting, tracing her family’s twisted tree, and of course reading. She’s also frequently found planning her next vacation, which likely involves a travel trailer and her grandchildren.