She has one son, an aspiring writer, and a fish named Spud.
Jamie never believed in the supernatural until she lived among the Zuni Indians of New Mexico. On the Pueblo, the spiritual and mundane worlds intersect. To chance upon rain dancers on a summer evening or stride past "boogie men" Kachina intimidating a child were not unusual events
Twenty-five years have passed since she worked as a social worker with the Indian Health Service, but she still vividly recalls the stomp of multi-colored costumed Kachina to a chant; mesas glowing crimson red in the slanting rays of the setting sun; narrow, rutted roads winding past beehive ovens and wooden horse troughs. The scent of sage and burning pinion remains with her to this day. Like Kiva Fire's heroine, she met witches and was "witched." Only a medicine man could relieve her of the spell. Submerged in mysticism, she could hardly remain immune to it. Yes, Jamie believes in witches and spirits--she has encountered them.