Reading, breathing, living.

I grew up the youngest of four kids in a suburb of Seattle. I also grew up being disabled and partially deaf, and all the challenges that went with that set of circumstances. My books provided not just an adventure, but a way to try out lives.
I will never ski, but I can read about the thrills of streaking down a glistening slope in Austria.
I will not travel much, but through books I can almost smell the spices in the markets of India, see the Elephants crossing the lowlands of Africa, and I can imagine 5th Avenue in NYC...with the wide boulevards, honking horns, and the sea of yellow taxis as far as the eye can see.
I have seen all these places and more. I have flown, swam, fought, created peace...all through the lives of characters.
Where will I go tomorrow, and what will my name be? Will I be a hero, villian, or ambitious nobody?

Books are my escape and my destination rolled into one, and for that I thank the authors.
I am whatever I want to be in their pages.