stories

I grew up with them.  My dad told stories at the dinner table each night.  Sometimes the same ones over and over.  Those stories simmered
with life, emotion, passions, and yearning. 

Later, when I finally got my education degree at the age of forty – call me a late bloomer, I found my place  in the 7th grade classroom.  
Stories
opened the world to my students.

Now when I write, I always have one of those kids sitting on my shoulder.

My husband, Vern,  and I live in Coconut Grove, Florida.  We raised our three children in Los Angeles, San Francisco, and Chicago. 
We meet many wonderful people in our travels here and there and spend .good time with our family and four granddaughters

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