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About Me — Laurie Morin
A Free-Spirited Renaissance Baby Boomer Living in Post-Modern America
As far back as I can remember, I have always been a dreamer and an idealist. My mother used to tell me my head was in the clouds when I was lost in a book and didn’t answer her shouts to come to supper
Reading was my escape from a chaotic world. While other kids were out playing kick the can, I would be curled up on the couch escaping to other worlds. I read everything I could get my hands on, from Nancy Drew mysteries to autobiographies of real- life heroines like Anne Frank.
Once, when I was babysitting next door, I fell asleep and woke up convinced I was blind after reading “The Story of My Life” by Helen Keller. I wanted to be every strong woman character I read about, even if their lives were difficult or tragic.
I imagined I was Jo in “Little Women,” chopping off my hair and writing stories to save my family from poverty. I dreamed about becoming an anthropologist, traveling the world to learn about other cultures, after reading about Pearl Buck and Margaret Mead.
I envisioned myself riding in a convertible with my long scarf trailing like Isadora Duncan (without the ghoulish accident that tragically took her life). But mostly, I longed to be a writer living on the Left Bank of…
