I grew up in and around the very small, rural town of Cobleskill in upstate New York. Over the course of my 18 or so year there, I lived in a trailer, on a farm, in small apartments, and at the homes of my friends. I fed calves and mucked out pig pens, I collected maple sap for making homemade syrup, and I tended a family garden the size of a football field. My years there made me self-sufficient, comfortable with peace and quiet, a lover of reading, an advocate of education, and a gifted daydreamer.
Since I left Cobleskill, I’ve been around. I’ve lived and worked in New York, Maine, Arkansas, Washington, Tennessee, Nebraska, Oregon, California, and Virginia. I’ve visited all but four U.S. states. Alaska was the coolest. I’ve also been to England and Wales and Canada, and I liked Wales best. The whole country reminded me of my little home town. I like small towns when they’re not too terribly far away from bigger cities. I like road trips and train cars and bus rides and long flights.
Most of my career thus far has been divided among three things: teaching, making theatre, and the kinds of jobs one does to pay the bills rather than because one loves them. In 2013 I went back to school to become a librarian. And guess what happened when I started looking for librarian jobs? I found one I was perfectly qualified for… in the small, rural town of Cobleskill, New York. What are the chances, right?