On my birthday, stars fall. I came to earth in the thick of the Perseid meteor shower, plunking down on singular soil: the Upper Peninsula of Michigan. I am at once proud and embarrassed by the riches of a childhood spent wandering the woods, reading the classics, and playing pretend.
" . . . but then there was a star danced,
and under that was I born."
― William Shakespeare,
Much Ado About Nothing
After first grade I moved to Washington State, where overcrowded schools resulted in homeschooling. I also did stints at a Christian middle school, and then all four years at Capital High School in Olympia, WA. In the former I learned that people can be snobby, and in the latter I learned that people can be mean. I learned lovely things too, but those were perhaps the most important lessons for one who tended toward the Pollyanna, or at very least the Jo March.
I aspire to be Jane Eyre, delight in comparisons with Anne Shirley, and fear that I am Emma Woodhouse. Show me anything British and I will love it, even if I hate it. I also love curious students, commercial flights, Art Nouveau, reading something when I'm supposed to be reading something else, autumn camping, IPAs, the N on the Meyers-Briggs personality spectrum, cooking, someone else cooking, current passports, scholar farmers, gaff-rigged catboats, and lyrics by Over the Rhine. When I have my camera in my hand, it is like I'm seeing the world for the first time.
At least one love of mine demands his own paragraph. I live with a housebroken Gentlebun of Leisure named Derby. He fancies juicy apples, spontaneous athletics, the peerage, seventeenth-century metaphysical poetry, himself, and me.
Oh, and you can call me Katie.
"All that I hope to say in books, all that I ever hope to say, is that I love the world."
― E.B. White
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