My name is Kerry Peterson and I have always loved words. I think it’s a genetic trait passed on in a yet unidentified gene. I loved words more when I could use them to beat my children at Scrabble or Boggle, but sadly those days are definitely over, as my three “lil ones” are not so little anymore.
If I can’t beat my kids at board games, I would love to contribute to the world’s happiness or understanding of itself like so many authors have helped me. I don’t kid myself and think I’ll do it on any sort of grand scale like our favorite authors do. Brilliant writers are my heroes: from C.S Lewis’s Mere Christianity to Kate DiCamillo’s Tale of Despereaux, I have learned a lot about the world. I’ve also learned some really cool words like “chiaroscuro” and “perfidy”. I try to slip them into conversation on occasion.
Never one for keeping up well with chronicling life events in a journal, I have found the expression of my soul’s wonderings and longings through poetry therapeutic, and much more fun. Our family has experienced some challenges the past few years, as I venture to guess yours has as well. I try to make sense of them and of faith through poetry. I share them in hopes that any reader who stumbles across them finds encouragement in their own trials, which are probably not so different from mine.
Photography courtesy of my ever so artistic husband Brian and eldest son Trevor, and the occasional guest professional photographer. Unless they are the less than ideal pictures with power lines in them, etc., in which case it was me.