Amy is a mom to two preteens, married to one very patient man, and managed by a dog with strong opinions about snacks. She reads like it’s a competitive sport, travels for plot twists, and cooks recipes that occasionally set off the smoke alarm. When she’s not testing spice levels or boarding a plane, she’s at CrossFit so she can carry every grocery bag in one trip. You can usually find her somewhere between the bookshelf and the boarding gate—probably with dog hair on her sweater.