While growing up in Italy; Miss Chennault, my fifth grade teacher at Brindisi Elementary on San Vito Air Force Base, was my favorite. Years later, I've often reflected back and wondered if she knew of my struggles at home. She seemed to favor the skinny, neglected, stringy-haired girl who sometimes wore scarves to try and … Continue reading Witches and Mean Kids and Treats… My God!
As a young teen, I moved from Texas to Alaska; a huge change in climate, weather, scenery, and wildlife. Texas had been hot and humid, with temperamental storms coming out of nowhere, drenching us in the middle of a sweltering, sunny day. The sky was a vast, pale blue; the brown desert ground was flat … Continue reading Waiting for the Fireworks… and Waiting
It hurts... this feeling inside of me. I'm missing a city I've always wanted to visit and finally did. I ache to go back to the ancient cathedrals and castles. I yearn to pause and take in the incredibly beautiful paintings by renown artists, such as Van Gogh, Renoir, and Monet. I wish to laugh … Continue reading Homesick for London… a City I’ve Only Visited
As a teen, I lived in Alaska, in two different houses, over a five year period. I snuck out several times from both, and ran away from each one. Some of these times were known to others, and some were not. But of the two times I felt the most desperate need bolt, the most … Continue reading She’s a Little Runaway: A Journey from Rejection to Acceptance