We we were little, we often climbed up the mango tree in our backyard and spent hour after hour there. We played and we talked and we read and we sang and we rested. The tree was a place of sharing--of time, of ideas, of our imaginations, of ourselves. We have since grown up, but we'd like to think that we have not outgrown our tree. This blog offers us--two sisters living an ocean and continent apart--a place to gather still.