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  • I live near Baltimore in a stone house across from a huge dairy farm. My days and nights are filled with wondrous, grateful, interesting people. Each day something fun happens... someone says something funny, or I read a story, or someone I've never met teaches me something. I know I learn at least one 'something new' every single day. I grew up southwest of Philadelphia and in Bucks County, PA.

    Once-upon-a-time I played or sat or waded in a beautiful Bucks Co. stream and watched flat red stones change shapes underwater. In deep heavy summers my brothers and I watched the glistening magical stuff as it bubbled and wound across the flatstones in the creek, while an entrancing man told us stories in words that rhymed. His wife, Peggy, made sugar cookies and brought us freshly squeezed lemonade in real glasses tinted green. She sat with us by creekside as my brothers and I splashed around and tried to run upstream against the wispy, slippery, fickle current. It took many years for me to realize (though it was never a secret, per se) that the quiet, gentle fellow telling us stories with funny rhyming words, was Dr. Suess. We knew him as Theodore.

    From the very moment of my birth up to and including now, amazing things, interesting people, and great talent has been shown to me. I am like a sponge. I can't seem to get enough! I know great talent is everywhere. Everywhere!

    Lessons have been learned. They didn't always feel good, nor were they easy lessons, but they were important. Over time I've learned the hardest of all lessons are almost always the greatest teachers. It's the lessons we barely notice... like fairy dust, or laughter, or birdsong, or mist, or fireworks, flowers or children...(and they are not unnoticeable!) that are gifts in their own right. And these are in endless supply.
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