Personal Childhood Web

My Dad......he was my protector.One of my strongest memories of my dad was when I first started kindergarten. I am left handed and my teacher, a nun, wanted me to either write with my right hand or turn it so it curled all the way around. He walked me to school early one morning to speak to her explaining that he was also a lefty who made it all the way through Catholic College without a problem and I was allowed to be a lefty!
Today I am advocate for the underdog, a lesson learned for my dad.


Aunt Nancy......aunt was a title of respect, she was really a close friend of my mom. When she and her family moved to South Carolina when I was young my family began vacationing at their home. We were often there for my birthday and she would bake me a red velvet cake from scratch. I loved spending time in the kitchen with her. My entire family spends time in the kitchen and all of my children have their own cooking specialties.


The Billimeyers.....they were actually my friend's grandparents, I had no living grandparents after the age of 9 so they took on that role in my life. They lived within walking distance and I spent my summers in their pool and was included in just about everything they did for their grandchildren. Today I know that my children have many families they feel apart of, their biological family, their church family and their scouting families. All filled with adult who nurture them in different ways.


Miss. Soriano......she was my 6th grade teacher and was the most creative teacher I had ever met. Her classroom was the first one where I felt everyone was equal member of the class. After being her student was when I knew I wanted to be a teacher and that I wanted to emulate her style in my own classroom.