Rochelle Miller was born Shelly Baccus on September 10, 1956, in the territory of Alaska to a family of two older brothers and about two years later a baby sister.

March 27, 1964, my world was shaken. The Quake of ’64! I remember it like it happened yesterday. Our house was the only one in our neighborhood that survived its indoor plumbing. We had a big spaghetti feed!

I changed my first name, legally, when I was going through an identity crisis-my mid 20’s. I wanted to be different than what I saw Shelly to be (shy, insecure, a door mat). Rochelle is more confident, secure and knows what she wants.

My family and I moved to Oregon, onto the farm where my grandfather was born in 1901, when I was 9 years old.

Many fond memories were made on that farm. And many life lessons were learned there. Responsibility, love of nature and animals. I learned how to truly care for life and people.

I never thought of myself as a writer, no less as an author, till about 20 years ago when a few of my friends and I were talking about our experiences in our respective jobs. After I told a few of mine, a friend told me that I should write a book. Years later, I do! That’s how this book was born.

Some of my joys in life include but not limited to creating designs on my computer, photography, photo editing, photo restoration, helping my neighbors, playing with Tucker (my fur baby), and now writing books.