"So, last week I posted a comment on a blog I enjoy a lot (Pureland Mountain) and Tabor asked who I was and why I didn't have a blogsite. I got to thinking about that. Why didn't I?
***I come from a long line of strong women. My tenth great-grandmother was one of the first three arrested for witchcraft in Salem. My great-grandmother refused to promise to obey when she got married in the 1890s. One of my other great-grandmothers was raised by her widowed grandmother and her great-grandmother, who was born when Washington was president and died after the Civil War.
I live on the side of a mountain overlooking the Gastineau Channel, can watch bald eagles circling below my window, and sometimes knock on my own front door and yell before I open it from the inside because bears have been known to use my stairs.
I stopped being a hippy before the word was in the common vocabulary and am as opinionated as they come."
Some good reading and interesting perspectives ahead, looks like. Lives on a mountainside, too, does Maya's Granny. (And her granddaughter's name is very like 'Kaya'!)