I grew up in the country.
My mom taught me to identify plants and bugs. My dad built a place for me to hang out, high up in a tree, in the woods. My big brothers showed me how to revel in the displays of dramatic summer lighting storms.
We always had pets – dogs that accompanied walks around the lake and cats that would tolerate the antics and imagination of a 5 year old. Wildlife would walk through our backyard, on the regular. And the windows of my bedroom looked out on the crooked network of branches of old oak trees.
Undeniably, this all shaped my perspective on the world.Read More