Eating a napkin. I now know why my children like to eat paper; it's genetically ingrained.
I was born in a little town in upstate New York called Rome on January 31, 1985. Fourteen months later I got a brother and three years after that a sister. I've never lived in any one place for more than five years my entire life; this lack of real roots is very much a part of who I am. The idea of new places and new faces excites me. I enjoyed the perfect model of an ideal early childhood. My favorite memories include Sunday afternoon bike rides around Pearl Harbor and camping at the beach with my family. My parents divorced when I was eight. That was hard. My mom remarried when I was twelve. That was even harder. In kindergarten I began playing the violin. My talent paid for college and took me on tour to Europe. I feel as if my violin and I are interconnected somehow; I love it to my very core. In high school I think my priorities would have been listed in this order: boys, my next lacrosse game, and homework. I graduated from BYU-Idaho with a degree in Health Science in 2007. A month later I married my husband. Now we have a house, two little boys we love dearly, and a dog named Tyke. I love sunshine, running for miles, and photography, but mostly I love spending time with my boys. It's a genuinely good life and I am authentically happy.
My first violin with my first violin teacher, Hiroko Primrose.
I loved that woman. She was strict but she made me feel special.