Where it started
A letter from camp
I started writing when I was about eight or nine — a letter to my Dad from Swiss Croft Camp in Wisconsin, on special paper with extra-thick spaced lines. He hung it on the wall of the room where he grew up. He was that proud.
I never set out to be an author. Grammar, syntax, punctuation — all of it takes enormous effort for me, and I’ve always struggled there. What I had instead were journals: years of entries from when my Dad was alive, teaching me how to live. One day I simply decided to gather them up and shape them into something others could hold.