An Army brat on a miltary base near the Pacific Ocean, Debby was born to run, wild and free. She climbed the tallest trees, played in the sand dunes, the rivers and danced in the waterfalls of the Oregon National Forests.  Although she struggled with the violin, she loved playing in the school orchestra, a good place to hide at the time. When she refused to wear her glasses in class and couldn't read the sheet music, she developed her own style, composed little tunes and fell in love with creating music, one note at a time.  

Raised in a strict military household, Debby refused to follow orders and was determined to carve her own path in life. She was rebellious. Some called her a work in progress.

High School Graduation Day meant Debby was free to live life on her own terms. Adventurous Debby left town fast to travel the country, working small jobs to pay the way. She washed dishes in Oregon, folded paper in Kansas and she sold cowboy hats and boots to the Kansas City to Chicago truck drivers.

She knew she was on a fast train to nowhere until the day she enrolled in the St. Louis Technical School of Drafting and Design. She studied ElectroMechanical drafting and design until she landed her first "real job"  with a prominent St. Louis Architectural Engineering firm. She became more confident with her abilities, new career choice and pursued it with a passion. She studied Engineering but remembered those crazy days in high school and the well meaning counselor who told her she could do well in life, if she would only apply herself. When she finally decided to apply herself, she discovered that she could do anything she put her mind to. There was no stopping her now. Debby began applying herself with a passion. She studied the things she loved the most; music, more music, poetry, religions, the sciences and business. She was guided by the music of the day and wrestled with her demons of lonliness, fatique, anxiety and her self destructive tendencies. She wrote her poetry to the tune of the day and  sang herself to sleep at night.

She traded her  violin for a Gibson, an Alverez and a Takamine guitar, devoted herself to study the chord charts of the Bob Dylan, the Cat Stevens song books, and the poetry of the Bible. Debby became a workaholic and she cherished the tranquil moments of expressing herself in poetry and music. Songs no one ever heard. Songs of sadness and joy, songs of working too hard, songs of new love and lost love, songs of scripture and of survival. Furthering her career in Industrial Engineering, she worked long days, went to college at night and wrote music in her Jeep on the drive to somewhere. Debby was burning the candle at both ends. Exhausted, she needed a vacation. After exploring the Pacific Northwest and the Mighty Mississippi riverbanks, she  wanted to see New England in the Fall. Imagining the great Lewis and Clark Expedition, she quit her good job in the city, packed her Jeep and drove the other way, East. She discovered northern Pennsylvania and found the Allegheny views breathtaking. She discovered the Adirondacks of New York with the pristine waters and singing loons. She danced in the Atlantic Ocean, tasted sweet lobster and swordfish on Cape Cod. The country girl marveled at Grand Central Station, smiled to use the ladies room at the Waldorf Astoria and hailed a New York City yellow cab. Strolling down Park Avenue looking up, she realized "Wow! This little girl finally grew up and It feels so good just to be alive in New York!"

Debby is living proof that carving a path in life is usually an uphill struggle, but the miracle of music reminds us that "Life is good and worth living every minute of  it". Debby never forgot where she came from and who she was before she discovered that the music was always her guiding light on that long road to somewhere else. Always searching for "Home", she found it within her wherever she happened to be.