I was born in a small town outside of Tulsa, called Bartlesville Oklahoma. My earliest memory is catching baby turtles in the lake. (I now realize, they were snapping turtles… Oh, turtle man where were you then?) I grew up spoiled to death as the first girl in a family of all boys. My grandmother had 3 boys, they had 4 boys, and then this angel made her entrance. It would have been perfect too, if my sister would have left me to have all the spotlight. Enter baby brother. We moved to California when I turned 7, and despite my weird pronunciation of creek (“crick”), and an insane bowl cut, I made friends. I excelled in school and sports and took advanced classes in fifth grade. That was the year I received my first “C” and joined (and quit) band. From then on my goals in life changed: it became more about joy and art, and less about getting good grades. I ‘dated’ so many boys in junior high that by high school I was burnt out on testosterone. Instead, I took up photography, and fell in love. I joined the school paper and became the photo editor just so I could use the camera whenever I wanted. Being a slacker worked out for me, as I met my husband at Community College. We became friends, best friends, and decided to do this marriage thing. We now live in Washington, where I continue to pursue photography, art and joy.
Day 1/31 of blogging every day in May.