Dear Friend,
Art and words have always comingled for me. I love illustrations in books and find it incredible that most adults books are not full of pictures. Why not?
I started this as a deeper look at loneliness, and before I knew it, the story swept me up into a memoir of growing up Mennonite, getting lost in Guatemalan city streets, and the pain of losing my mom suddenly. I started to illustrate what I was writing and feeling about friendship and love.
It’s good to have you here. The tea kettle is on and the fire is blazing. Sit down, as I tell you a story about a girl who didn’t think she had a story, or a creative bone in her body.
