When I was growing up my house was always full of the most interesting characters. My mom was an archaeologist and for a very long time worked in the science and art museums in town, which meant my house was filled with artists, scientists, writers, adventure seekers and sometimes a combination of all four. This meant two things, I was blessed to grow up in a house where I saw a lot of people living their lives in so many different ways. Some were married, others were not, some were gay, some were straight, some had high paying jobs, others had several low paying jobs, some were the corporate type and came in suits, others were hippies who loved living off the grid. Some had children, some had cats.
It also meant that there was ALWAYS food being served at our house. Perhaps it's the reason why people were always hanging out there! My mom was known for inviting people over for full English teas (cucumber sandwiches, buttery scones and all), in the middle of the tropical heat and weather of Venezuela, might I add.Read More