There is something sacred about stories. I’m so happy you’re here—stepping into this space with me, where words have the power to open hearts, awaken memory, and carry us somewhere just beyond the edge of what we know. Some of my most treasured childhood memories live inside the pages of books. I remember Pippi in the South Seas, The Secret Garden, Mary Poppins, and Mrs. Piggle-Wiggle—each one a doorway into a different world, each one leaving something behind in me that neve

When I was in high school, my parents moved us to a farm in the Methow Valley. We had a cattle ranch, along with chickens, a goat, horses, dogs, and cats. Beyond the fence line, the wild was always present—coyotes, rattlesnakes, cougars, bears, deer, and an abundance of birds. Owls, eagles, pheasants, ravens, and so many more filled the skies and trees around us. We were surrounded by the Cascade Mountain Range, and at the center of it all—what felt like the center of the wor

Like my brother, I have always loved animals. I would spend hours watching ants make their steady journeys across the patio, or building tiny stick homes for the delicate sow bugs that curled softly in the palm of my hand. In the spring, I would run to the edge of the pond just to watch the dreamy white clouds of eggs floating on the dark water. Everything around me felt alive. The buzzing, the humming, the quiet cracking of branches—all of it fed something deep within me, so