Karen grew up in and around Hartford, Connecticut as a small-town city girl.
She loves to make spaces beautiful and then to welcome people (and dogs) into them. If you haven’t been a guest in Karen’s kitchen, you haven’t eaten. Give her big water—an ocean, a Great Lake, a really big river—and she’ll make all sorts of happy and really awkward ‘ooh’ and ‘ah’ sounds.
David is a Pennsylvania Dutchman (that’s what Pennsylvania Germans are 
called, for complicated reasons). He grew up in a tiny town amid the mountains and still seeks out mountains at the drop of a hat. The largest chunks of his adult life have been spent in Latin America. He keeps up another blog over at Canter Bridge.
We’re both introverts who love people. We have both suffered loss. These things color who we are as we walk redemption’s path towards what we shall be.
We have six children and nine awesome grandchildren (with a tenth on the way). We’re not nearly as old as that sounds.
Rhea is our rescue doggy. We think she’s part Labbie and part Whippet, but nobody’s signing on the dotted line about that. Her first months were filled with peril and abuse at the hands of people who maybe didn’t know better. We don’t know who they were. Rhea remembers them and shudders. But she gets happier and more trusting every day.
We do too, mostly.
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