Your life to date:
Two years out of high school, at the age of 19, I married my college sweetheart, Fred Garlett, who holds both a master's and a doctorate from Columbia University in NYC. Fred currently serves as Dean of the School of Adult and Professional Studies at Azusa Pacific University. We have traveled through all of our degrees and professorates together. My master's degree is from Vanderbilt University, my Ed.S. from Wichita State University, and my Ph.D. from the Claremont Colleges.
My career has been in education, mostly as a teacher educator and college dean. When I was "Miss Marti," the on-air teacher for the children's television program Romper Room, I was simultaneously a full-time professor. Later, I became the Founding Dean of the Teachers College at Western Governors University, offering the first online competency-based educator licensure programs in the United States. I traveled to all 50 state capitals throughout the course of this job. I have also traveled the world (35+ countries on six continents) and taught graduate students on-site in Africa, Asia, Europe, and South America. I retired on disability in 2009 after a diagnosis of idiopathic pulmonary hypertension, an incurable and progressive disease. That said, I remain on the Board of Directors of the National Council on Teacher Quality (NCTQ) in Washington, DC. My energy is compromised but not my passions.
My youngest son, Kyle, was diagnosed with Hodgkin's lymphoma as a senior in high school. It recurred about two years later after his freshman year in college. Then in another two years or so, it came back for a third time. He underwent a grueling bone marrow transplant, which had several bad side effects: it compromised the blood flow in his joints (he had both a shoulder and hip replacement); it caused a secondary cancer, in his case leukemia; and it essentially killed his heart. After more than five years on the heart transplant list, Kyle finally received his new heart in 2006 and is now an inspiring triathlete whose memoir is entitled "Heart of Iron." Just this last December 2012, my husband Fred was diagnosed with a rare skin cancer that had invaded his entire right trigeminal (facial) nerve. He completed radiation and chemotherapy late February 2013. I fancy myself as somewhat of a medical expert, at least where patient advocacy is concerned.
I'm now (2014) serving as Client Services Director for my son Marc, a family trust attorney.