Although k.m. huber grew up just north of Seattle watching Mount Rainier (the imposing Tahoma) play hide and seek with
the clouds, she once lived in the mountain's southwest shadow near the tiny town of Mossyrock, Washington. She roamed through
fields and forests and empty barns with her five younger siblings, ever conscious that as soon as the new dam was done, their
world would be gone. The flavor of that experience, with the looming specter of the lake to come and the ephemeral nature
of that year's reality, left an indelible mark on her psyche and imagination. If she ever figures out what that means, she'll
probably write about it.
Back in Seattle, the notorious weather never really bothered her since rainy days made for good excuses to curl up
with books (and she was always the last one to be picked for the sandlot baseball teams, anyway). Huber happened to leave
for college just as Starbucks was about to turn her hometown into the caffeine capital of the world, but she was privileged
to live in Portland, Oregon while the original Rose's Restaurant was still providing the best chocolate cake ever.
At Lewis and Clark College, she dove into the theater program. The college library was her second home and her primary
employment and she swears on her grandmother's mysterious Mexican necklace that she worked in every department from basement
archives to architect's attic. She also got her first freshman philosophy lesson from the library restroom graffiti: "To
be is to do. -Socrates. To do is to be. -Sartre. To be do be do. -Sinatra."
She went off to the land of Socrates for two terms in Greece and made a point on her way back home of reading Nausea
and Notes from Undergound while riding the Paris subways. Which turned out to be a bad idea since she did not notice the pickpocket
stealing her passport. But then again, there are worse things than being stranded in France for an extra week. Soon after,
she had the added luck of being able to take her vagabond shoes to New York, New York to spend a semester in Frankie's town.
She fell in love with the city. After graduation, Huber moved back to the Big Apple, taking up residence on the Lower East
Side with her roommate and her one object of value: a typewriter. Once she got used to not saying hello to everyone on the
street, she settled into a decade in Manhattan, where she obtained an MSW from Columbia University and permanently entwined
her fate with that of her Peruvian husband, Milo.
In 1986, they left NYC and arrived in Lima with an intrepid toddler and a newborn baby, and rather unprepared for
the political and economic disaster that was about to explode in Peru. The era of Shining Path terrorism and water, power,
and food shortages served as a good reminder about what life can be like outside of the "North American Bubble."
...the stuff of novels, to be sure. Six years and an added daughter later, work took the family to San Jose, Costa Rica for
two years where she nurtured her gestating novel paralleling the story of WWI pilots and pacifists and their descendants who
later joined the Vietnam anti-war movement. During the next three years in La Paz, Bolivia she plugged away at the novel while
working as a counselor for Peace Corps volunteers and had great fun exploring the country with the family.
Spoiled by so much access to pristine wilderness without fences or hoards of people, the family was poorly prepared
for their return to the US with three energetic dogs in tow only to discover the meaning of neighborhood covenants. No more
hammocks in the front yard, no peace signs in the the windows, and fences too low to keep the dogs away from the neighbor's
pet rabbits. Although they eventually adjusted to life in the Atlanta suburbs, Huber is happy to be back to Lima again where
she now lives with her husband and a rescued dog named Kusi whose name means joy and happiness in Quechua. Huber is very grateful
for the technology that makes it possible to stay updated on their kids' grown up adventures back in the U.S.
Since landing her first job at age 10, Huber has been employed in a variety of settings from babysitter to berry
picker and beyond. She has been a dental assistant, waitress, camp counselor, fruit market manager, theatre shop carpenter,
amateur welder, New York nanny, secretary, type-setter, teacher, school librarian, social worker, youth worker, manager, interpreter,
translator, program planner, organizer, counselor, therapist, consultant, and apprentice documentary filmmaker ... on top
of being wife, mother, dog lover, cat tolerator and hedgehog custodian.
Above all, Huber is a traveler and explorer fascinated by the human experience - who still dreams of weaving it all
into series of riveting novels (maybe not the coveted heartwarming-heartbreaking-works-of-staggering-genius, but at least
something worthy of the reader's time.)
Hence, this website is dedicated to words and wanderings and some of the things that interest, intrigue and inspire
along the way...