I was told from a very early age that, having dyslexia, I would never be a writer. Looking into my daughters’ eyes made me think. How can I tell them that they can be whatever they want to be if I am too afraid to believe in those words myself?
I’ve been telling stories as long as I can remember.
After graduating from Brewster Academy, in Wolfeboro New Hampshire, I went to Whitman College where I pursued a degree in Anthropology and a minor in studio art. After a semester abroad, at Monash University in Melbourne Australia, (where I learned more about scuba diving and beach volley ball than anything else) I transferred to the University of Washington where I graduated with a degree in communications.
Recent Blog Posts
July 23, 2014 |
1. The idea for the story started with my father, when I was ten years old. We had a 38-foot sailboat and spent...
July 9, 2014 |
I am not a public speaker. At least that is what my brain tells me every time I get up on a stage. My heart...