I grew up on a chicken farm in Maine in the '50s when it was almost possible to believe that life was good and would only get better for everyone. I say almost, because even then we had rumors of A-bombs. My favorite uncle built a bomb shelter. But children are full of life and do their best to ignore the ominous. I roamed the fields and woods on my own, playing private games and picking berries. I've hiked Mt. Katahdin seven times. I love a campfire story. I have raised my family and have, as a profession, helped young families with the problems of their lives. I lived for a decade among spiritual hippies. My book Sweet Potato Suppers is about that adventure.