My earliest memories of writing are bittersweet. I grew up in a large family surrounded by a loving sister, parents, grandparents, aunts, uncles, and cousins. At the house of my favorite aunt and uncle, in the basement, sat a computer - one of the first computers in our family. And, I was allowed to sit at the desk in a hard silver and black metal chair and type the stories that popped into my head, for hours. Then, I'd print those stories and carry the pages home with me. Those were glorious times! That beautiful aunt and that charismatic uncle have since passed away. But, the freedom they gave me to express myself and to memorialize that expression, will remain with me forever.
It's not without some sadness that I thinking about the fact that they will never get the chance to hold and to open and to read my first publication...
Fast forward more than thirty years and here I am releasing a little book full of short stories - my specialty - exactly where I left off all those years ago. Before the high school diploma, the B.A., the J.D.. Before deciding to quit my job and devote myself completely to my family. After countless rejection letters. My editor has taken a chance on me. And, I've finally found my way back to my dream.
I look forward to sharing this journey with you. But, even more, I look forward to releasing my book out into the world, and to all the feedback that may come.