I write about life. My life.
My childhood adventures in the small village of Ames, New York speak to a time when Popsicles were double-sized ice treats for a nickel and a split rail fence turned into a wild stallion lassoed with a jump rope on a summer afternoon.
Missteps and mistakes fortified my tiny voice as I explored my backyard world.
I left home after high school. I pet kangaroos in Australia. I rode a camel in Morocco. I lived in Spain and drank wine before noon.
Every summer I journey home to Ames. My white bedroom furniture welcomes me. A trace of Jean Nate cologne lingers in the bathroom. My primitively etched name on the barn wall is still legible.
I am a child again.
Step into my world and sit a spell.