My first memory of you was in 1976 this beautiful, happy, blonde sitting on the couch at WSU with your long flowing blonde hair! You probably don’t remember this, but from the very beginning, you taught me about the bigger world.
Swing low, sweet chariot …were the words I sung to myself as an eight year old girl, clutching my brown Grizzly bear to my chest in bed. Seattle rain was pelting our penny-flat rooftop at the top of Queen Anne Hill. It was a school night. My sister was two. My ginger and white Read the rest of this post »