Notes From a Reader: Your Story is My Story!

A writer will tell that he or she writes because they have to.  A writer cannot NOT Write.  But to touch another life is bliss.   This book written so long ago, still connecting and sharing

Dear Karen

I have just finished reading "When Africa was Home" to my 10 year old son Michael. Then I found myself searching the website and found your email.

I spent one hour explaining every detail in your book to my son. We used google to look up Paw Paw trees and Ant Hills. I explained in detail because, it is my story too. When Africa Was Home....I lived such a very different life than I do today.

I am a mother of 3 boys, currently in Phoenix Arizona. I am holding myself from writing a back right here as this is simply an introduction email. However, I would love to share with you so much.

Thank you for all that you do. My son was so excited and now feels that he understands a little bit about my upbringing and why I cook the corn paste with fish sauce and why we eat with our hands.He finally knows why the bottom of my feet is soooo hard.

Sincere thanks,

And this:   Early riser just like me! I used to fetch water pushed wheelbarrow up the hill around this time...but now I rise and I miss the dew under my feet, the sound of the train, the abundance of happy birds and the squirrel that used to greet me every morning.