R. Leanda

In the late fifties through the sixties, Rebecca Leanda grew up moving. She went to school in both the eastern and western hemispheres. Young Becky often lived in areas that didn't have niceties like television, but she always had books.


So much moving left Rebecca wondering about people who grew up in one place. It also left her wondering about how to explain how difficult it is to be accepted when you aren't from "around here."


She spent the first part of her adulthood in the Virginia suburbs of the D.C area. Almost two decades ago, she moved to North Carolina. In between, she raised four beautiful children and started writing her own stories. 


She and her partner ended on a farm near Hillsborough, North Carolina. Rebecca has developed a slight southern accent, but is still trying to figure out how to accept things like tomato sandwiches, Brunswick stew, and mowing a yard with a tractor. 


Since moving to the farm, she has had her first bout with poison ivy and wasp stings; and determined that bluebirds like to poop on cars. Rebecca discovered that the black snake is a good snake and spiders make glorious webs on the outside of windows that have just been cleaned. And yes, stink-bugs are real.


But the stars are bright at night and she wouldn't live anywhere else, probably.