Through My Eyes

The memories I carry of my childhood in the deset are rich and magical in my mind.  I want to share what it was like growing up in the Mojave back in a time when the sky was blue, the air was clean, the stars at night shone like diamonds and the air carried the scent of damp earth and sage from far-off storms.  I feel a deep sense of connection to it that never leaves me.  I hope to share some of the joy and magic that filled my life in those early years.