Born on a kibbutz in Israel to pioneering parents, I spent my boyhood playing on the hills of Haifa.
Just before turning nine, my family moved back to England. Learning English shaped my ear for sounds, and the British climate and temperament fashioned my life over the next 25 years, until I met and married an American living in London.
We moved to Northern California with our daughter in 1993. My partner died from cancer in 2002, and for the following years it’s been my privilege to raise our daughter.
I have worked with children of all ages for almost 30 years. I live in an old apple orchard outside of Sebastopol, and consider myself richly blessed.
I also live with Chron’s Disease. I first heard the term after an emergency operation when I was 29. It has been a great teacher, forcing me over the years to pay attention to messages from my gut and to relate to my emotions in a fuller and more conscious way.
In 2008, after surgery on my small and large intestine, Chron’s swept into the forefront of my life. Not only did I have to retire, but much more difficult has been the process of learning to lovingly care for myself.
Leading life at a much slower pace is great for observing, writing, and being. The daily opportunities for gratitude and wonder seem to multiply with a life-threatening illness.