About

I grew up on a farm and ranch near Roswell, New Mexico.  I attended a rural school with children from the ages of five to twenty-one.  We all rode a bus, and the route was sometimes two hours long!

I couldn’t wait to get away from the isolation and loneliness of that time and place.  I lived away from Roswell, happily, until my husband’s work brought us back thirty years ago.  I am finally embracing the uniqueness of my childhood.  How many children today can say that the principal kept a bed in his office for their dog, who followed them to school every day?  Or learned Spanish from their friends on the bus?

My children and grandchildren need to hear these stories, and I need to voice them.  They’ve been buried at the back of the closet in a dusty box for too many years.  I hope you’ll enjoy the ride with me.

And don’t forget to close the gate.