My family has a long history in Idaho, reaching back to the 1800’s. I was born and lived there for the first 6 years of my life. Years that shaped my sense of self, self worth and rudimentary understanding of how the world works. I went back to my childhood home after being gone for nearly 30 years to see if I could find some essential truth about myself.

I visited my childhood home that was built after the Teton Dam broke and washed my parents first home away. I met the family who now lives in the home my great-great grandparents built, grandparents lived in and ultimately lost when the farm went bankrupt in the late 70’s. I went back to the cross roads where my sister and I were the only two students that had to get off the school bus before everyone else went to Mormon temple afterschool. I found an old abandon house that tuned out to be my great-great aunts home.