Exactly. I grew up in San Diego. I remember that our sweet, young sixth grade teacher (who grew up in Kentucky with no TV) taught us U.S. and world history via books and records, slide projectors. It wasn't until 1973 when I was attending San Diego City College that our U.S. history professor assigned "Bury My Heart at Wounded Knee" as our history text.
Her writing muse lurks in the volcanic hills amidst mustangs, marmots and jackalopes. While hiking with her dogs, Ann stumbles upon stories of dark humor.
Her writing muse lurks in the volcanic hills amidst mustangs, marmots and jackalopes. While hiking with her dogs, Ann stumbles upon stories of dark humor.
