For as long as I can remember, I’ve been writing. My earliest attempt was my first grade recounting of my nearly fatal tumble into a swamp at the age of 6. Then, as I grew into the demands of school assignments, more stories and essays came. High school and college research papers were squeezed out of me. All the while, my love for language increased as I devoured books of all kinds. Gradually the joy of the written word took over and I began to write for the sheer pleasure of it. Life was rushing by at such an incredible rate, so precious and ephemeral. How to capture the poignancy, the beauty, the absurdity?
So I began to journal. Falling in love. The terrifying thrill of my first baby. The persistent longing for my father, who died when I was so young.The enchantment of the Pacific Northwest, my home town, the San Juan Islands, the North Cascades. Our adventures in the UK. The joys of my children and grandchildren. The fascination of “ordinary” people. My years in Special Education. My faith.
I’d love to hear from you and I welcome your feedback.