It was the summer of 1978. I was five months pregnant. As a final jaunt without encumbering children, my husband and I mapped out a four-week trip to Scandinavia. Then Dan, a first-year professor in Political Science at Indiana University, was offered a position for the summer working with President Carter’s science advisor. Part of his recruitment was lunch in the white house dining room.
Dan called me later that evening. “Imagine all the people who want to have lunch there. And I ate there. Maybe the next time I go I can have lunch with someone like Schlessinger, the Secretary of Energy. How can I say ‘no’ to an opportunity like this? What can I do to make a summer in Washington D.C. work for you?”
"With all the beauty surrounding me here above the Verde Valley, how could I not create more beauty?"