Sedonya (is adopted)

One of four first cousins named after places in the American West because their mothers (four sisters from a large New England family) all dreamed of hunky cowboys.  Her mother’s spelling of the Arizona town was a little off, but Sedonya likes the way her name sounds… even when it was loudly shouted by the nuns trying to get attention back into the classroom. Years later, all that day-dreaming paid off, as she designed several labor-saving procedures for pediatric nursing.  Today in retirement she regularly visits children’s hospitals, where her colorful pigtails never fail to bring smiles and giggles.

(a PJH story)

Cheyenne (is adopted)

One of four first cousins named after places in the American West because their mothers (four sisters from a large New England family) all dreamed of hunky cowboys.  Unlike her mother, Cheyenne dreamed of tepees and riding horses bareback.  Following her college graduation from Harvard, she packed up and went west to apply her doctorate in urban planning to the challenges of modernizing Native American reservations.  As an adopted member of several tribes, she regularly grabs her peace-keeping spear for a war dance or two.

(a PJH story)

Nevada (is adopted)

One of four first cousins named after places in the American West because their mothers (four sisters from a large New England family) all dreamed of hunky cowboys. She has yet to set foot west of the Mississippi, but she loves horsepower, especially the kind found in the engines of the vintage Aston-Martins that she restores.  While her mother was disappointed with her career choice, the hunky (and wealthy) race car drivers almost overshadowed the dreams of cowboys.

(a PJH story)

Montana (is adopted)

One of four first cousins named after places in the American West because their mothers (four sisters from a large New England family) all dreamed of hunky cowboys. She realized her mother’s dream when she met and married a handsome rancher who shared her loves of geology and cheerleading.  Now competition judges, they travel the Southwest in search of perfect pyramids.

(a PJH story)

Regina and Beverly (are adopted)

Regina and Beverly were sisters, separated by only 20 months, and best friends from the time of their earliest memories.   Their parents loved music of all types, but Regina and Beverly were especially enamored by R&B, laughing quietly at the irony of that abbreviation.    As they grew older, they envisioned careers performing with their favorite artists.   But, alas, neither Regina nor Beverly could sing.  Oh, they tried, but almost everyone agreed that they should choose a different career path.   Not deterred by lack of singing ability, they entered the R&B scene, partying with all their favorites, staying on the road for weeks following tours, and generally having a very, very good time, especially after they discovered that they could make a lot of money by helping performers manage their finances.   So it was that Regina and Beverly spent many years, had many good times (some of which they even remembered!), and made a small fortune being close to what they love.   And, now in retirement you can find them still enjoying R&B music ........... but beware if you encounter them on karaoke night at the senior center, because they still can not sing!

(a PJH story)

Staranise (is adopted)

As a child she was fascinated with light. Prisms and magnifiers and kaleidoscopes were her favorite toys.
Lightning and rainbows made her anticipate storms and watch their fury with wonder and respect for the power held there. Her most prized possession was a huge MAGLITE flashlight which, at almost 2 pounds, she carried everywhere. Once, after many years, as she was leaving a laser weaponry conference at the Pentagon, she was accosted by a pair of burly thugs. A few paces behind, her military escort advanced to her rescue.By the time they reached her, she had stunned one with the bright light of her "MAGGIE" and whacked the other hard in the knees with the grip. The MPs cleaned up the rest. When questioned about the incident  later she was quoted," they were up to dark deeds but  I believe they saw the light ."
(an EPS story)

Indigo Kapute

Having always favored the color blue, even as hair color, she was never a slave to fashion or convention. As a young woman she was always on the fringes of the music scene writing for indie bands and street buskers. Some of her more outrageous performance pieces were " If you put a bow tie on a turnip", "that is one bad looking baby" and, the holiday classic, " six feet past where the guy who got my goat left my goat".  She now leads the Worship band at the All Points of the Compass, non-denominational congregation of Directional Meditation. She is described as steadfast and dependable by her fellow meditators but sometimes, after service, left all alone, she will wail the opening vamp of "Jumping Jack Flash" on the lonely alto sax.   (an EPS story)