I grew up on the south side of Chicago, in the Hyde Park
neighborhood, near the University of Chicago. When I was very
young, my father worked as an editor at the Field Museum of Natural
History, where he worked with many different types of scientists.
One of my earliest memories was going behind-the-scenes at the
Museum to see row after row after row of beautiful, iridescent
insects pinned in trays.
My mother worked at the University of Chicago, where she
was friends with many, many different anthropologists and
archaeologists. Although I did not know it at the time,
anthropology would prove a life-long interest. When I took my first
anthropology course as a senior at Kenwood Academy, I knew I was
hooked.
I got my first museum job in high school, working as a
tour guide at the Museum of Science and Industry Although I did not
know it at the time museums would also become a life-long
interest.
I went to Grinnell College in Iowa, where I had the
privilege of going on my first archaeological dig, at Lizardman
Village near Flagstaff, Arizona, which was named after a
distinctive figure on a rock art panel nearby. After college, I
worked on archaeological projects in Illinois and Israel, then
enrolled in graduate school at the University of Arizona, and have
since worked all over the American West and in southwestern
France.
Looking back, what have I learned? You can always make
more money, but you can't make more time. Therefore, when it comes
to your career choice, follow your heart, your gut, your passion,
and your intellect; don't (necessarily) follow your
wallet. Encourage your children to do the same. I know plenty of
people who are rich in money but poor in spirit. What's the point
in that?