Children's Author
My family loves to listen to audiobooks together, but it’s not always easy to find a book that a fifty-year-old man, forty-year-old woman, ten-year-old boy, and eight-year-old girl are all eager to listen to, but The Wingfeather Saga by Andrew Peterson definitely fits that bill.
The summer I turned eight years old I spent a day at the beach. It was supposed to be fun—a family day with my sister, mom, dad, cousins, aunt, and uncle.
Any time we move into a new country, a part of us will change. We have to. We learn a new language (or at least pieces of one) or other tricks to enable communication. We learn cultural taboos and make sure we don’t commit them.
What do you see when you look at this picture? An old shoe box? Garbage that’s been picked up off the ground? Probably not valuable objects worth saving, right?
My husband tells me stories of his family history that are filled with such adventure that the pictures and emotions they conjure up in me linger for hours.
After over four months of living in Beijing, I step back into my house on a cold, wet winter day, and as I hang up my coat, the heater blows on my numb fingers.
When I graduated from high school, my mom gave me Dr. Seuss’s beloved book Oh, The Places You’ll Go!, and, boy, did I believe it!