writer of books for children and young adults
When I was eleven traveling home with my family from a fishing trip
in northern California, I fell in love with a pair of ladies’ shoes.
I found them in a junk shop attached to a gas station in a former gold mining town.
My dad, sensing my enthusiasm, unhooked them from the rafters and bought them for me.
Over the next hour of our journey, I told my dad and older brother about each woman
who had worn the boots, from first to last, until the moment I tried them on and
found they fit me exactly. Dad and my brother clapped and cheered at the story’s
conclusion. Were they simply relieved? No matter. From that time on I was
hooked on storytelling and the imagined people who move into my soul.
I write because I want to know how it feels to be someone else, how daily life would be
in a different time, and how the past weaves its way into the present.