Jennifer Ritch lives near a dry riverbed in Pasadena, California where she writes and goes for long walks, usually with an old dog for company. She appreciates sarcasm and kindness and always roots for the underdog.

Thanks to years working as a post producer in the entertainment industry followed by a stretch as a nurse in the operating room, she is oddly adept at problem solving, thinking on her feet and compartmentalizing.

In addition to crippling self doubt and a bad lower back, her unusual professional background has provided her with an endless supply of source material for her writing, which ranges from absurdly dark poetry to absurdly hopeful romances.