![]() ![]() Imagine you have just landed in a lifeboat on a hostile shore. ![]() I know my life sounds boring, but for me it is filled with all the adventure, excitement and drama I can find and make in books. But most of the time, I am at home, gardening, cooking, washing, and ironing. I give speeches to teachers, librarians, and others. My first published book was a story for children (CIRCLE OF GIVING, 1984). I rediscovered stories and remembered my dream of writing them. ![]() It was in college that an important thing happened. By then, my family included not only my daughter Beth, but my husband's daughters, Cynthia, Laurie, and Shaley. It was not until I was in my mid-thirties, after marriage, a child, divorce, and remarriage, that I was able to complete college. Most of all, I loved to read! And I dreamed of a time when, a grown-up married lady with thirteen children, I would write books.īut childhood dreams have a way of getting lost. I liked dolls, too, right through eighth grade, and only fear of what others would say made me give them up then. At school, I was able, but not brilliant. ![]() I grew up in a large and loving family-parents, grandparents, and three children all under the same roof, a big white house in Portland, Oregon. Yet I would not trade it for anyone else's. The reason is simple: My own life is boring. Children sometimes ask, "Do you write about your own life?" I have to answer that I do not. ![]()
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