How It All Began

I read A Gift From The Sea years ago and that’s one reason I’m sitting here in Somerset England right now, looking through the mist at a sheep pasture. “Drawing inspiration from the shells on the shore, Lindbergh’s musings on the shape of a woman’s life bring new understanding to both men and women at any stage of life...During a brief escape from everyday demands, she helps readers find a space for contemplation and creativity within their own lives.”

Ever since I was little, I’d played games about traveling. My dolls drove covered wagons across the prairie (back lawn), built rafts to travel across ocean (the bathtub) in search of new lands, built log cabins (cardboard boxes) and, once I discovered Star Trek, they’d beam to new planets. I’d sit in bed and pray to God to send aliens to abduct me. (Still waiting) Once I discovered this book and others by women who chose to live alone for awhile, it’s been my fantasy to rent a small cottage in little seaside or country town during the winter and spend time writing. Well, here I am! I’m even being kept company by then breed of dog I imagined! My joke is that I’m writing my memoirs called There’s No Place Like Home, Thank God. I dedicate my Crone Journey to women who dream of alone time.