She was born in Missouri where her parents, both native Coloradans, paused briefly before finally settling in Minnesota. There she spent long winters reading the entire inventory of the Long Lake library. In high school, Alison declared her ambition to write the definitive American novel to anyone brave enough to ask what she wanted to do in life.

In Zurich, she kept such a close eye on the competition, a Reuters journalist, that they married. A year later, when the biggest story of their lifetime blew up – the fall of the Iron Curtain – Alison was in the delivery room of the University of Zurich Hospital. Not to miss out on these historic changes, the family moved to Budapest in 1990, where Alison attempted to raise a family, learn Hungarian and freelance for the Journal. Through a series of miscommunication she wound up organizing training for nurses on behalf of Unicef and the World Health Organization. This is a long story Alison will happily regale over a glass of wine.

That stint ended when her husband was transferred back to Zurich. When Covid hit, Alison, her husband, daughter and their dog moved into a 300-year old farm house in a remote corner of the Alps. There, she decided she’d try her hand at meeting that high school goal of writing a novel.

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