Welcome to Jenny Kalahar's Worlds of Wonder ('n Whatnot)
Thank you for visiting my site. If you're visiting because you've read my first novel, I want to let you know just how much each and every reader means to me! I hope to finish the sequel this year. I will! I hope! Probably! Kris and Stomper and Buglit and the O'Malley's have been bugging me to hurry up and let people know everything that they've been up to since the first story ended. So, I guess I'd better get writing! Especially since I did this interview with Jeff Rivera.
Now, in case you want to know a little about me: I was born at a very young age -- just a baby, really -- to two parents who already had four boys. We all moved from the state of Washington clear across to Michigan. My parents were both from the U.P. of Michigan, but we settled down near the southeastern part of the state, near the same city where my parents had honeymooned years before. They bought a house in a little town of about a thousand residents, one stop light, and a good swimming lake. I was raised there with protective neighbors, a bunch of cats, a giant dog, and my brothers’ gang of friends.
My hometown had the full effects of all four seasons: tons of snow (not like today – it was tremendous at times!); dandelions and pale green grass in the spring; a warm lake to swim in during the summer; and loads of colorful, crunchy leaves in the fall, with fat woolly-bear caterpillars slumbering among them. There were snow forts, tree swings, hula hoops, bikes, ice cream cones from the drug store, sidewalks to sit on, comics to read, badminton, Frisbees, whole days spent in bathing suits, and mittens on long strings through coat sleeves. All that jazz.
Oh, there were bad and sad times, too, of course. But a lot of that has gotten layered over with pleasant memories, sugar-coated so that my fingers are sticky with nostalgia. I’m not so naïve that I don’t know I’m glossing over, but I will say that I feel fortunate to have it all placed firmly under my butt as a great support for the rest of my life.
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Some of the gang visiting our grandparents. Cats always seemed to find me -- even away from home!