When I walk into our basement at a certain time of the morning on a sunny day, I am swept back in time to when my two youngest sons were growing up. It’s the light streaming through those carrot-colored curtains. The whole room is washed in vivid orange. I can almost hear my sons’ voices as they play with their train set or rehearse for a show on the downstairs stage their dad built them. The cacophony of drums, guitar and keyboard comes rushing back to me. Sometimes, I stand

When I was in fifth grade at Mercy Middle School on Okinawa, I lucked out. I got Miss Capuson for my teacher. And every day after lunch she read to us for thirty minutes. One of the books she read aloud was Little House in the Big Woods by Laura Ingalls Wilder – the first in a series that’s come to be known as the Little House on the Prairie books. I loved the story and read the whole series in the next few weeks, immediately deciding that I should write my autobiography, whi