Words wander and drift, they come near, and they speak to me.
My love of story was captured by teachers who put the inspired words of writers into my hands. I could think of nothing more than to be a teacher too, who brought such gifts to children. Then as a teacher, inspired by the children who read words and found the value in life to change the world they live; I could think of nothing more than to become a writer.
Teaching children the love of reading is an awestruck moment delivered in story. I cannot teach without story and I cannot write without finding a way to make a difference with words. I can read from countless books, a favorite line or a character sentiment that changes the heart to feel and connects a child with words to inspire. In these moments of teaching shared with little faces I understand the word, Education.
I love to listen to students ponder and present their reflections of a story. Watching them with eager ears makes me so very glad. I feel completely fortunate to have a moment with words that speak out, walk side by side, and touch the inner soul. This to me is the wonder of STORY.
I live in a small Oregon town, where the historic home to one of my favorite beloved authors, Beverly Cleary, is nearby. I love an old house with walls that speak and floors that creak. A small town the same, as characters whisper from the wind around each corner. I often ponder on walks how my characters would talk with hers and become friends. Such is the life with an author mind who has been stuck in books with such fabulously crafted characters and friends.
In reality, I live with my husband, three boys, two sheep, seven chickens, one loud rooster and a cat named Fossil. Who all help me write what matters for family; having fun, getting through the rough spots of life, imagining a happy ending and taking steps to get there.
For the love of writers…stories matter to touch the souls of change, the dreams of understanding and words to inspire. Deepest gratitude for writers who change lives.