A lot of people ask me how did I become a writer. I’m never really sure how to answer that question because there weren’t’ any writers in my family, no one who encouraged me to become a writer, nor any footsteps to follow.
My mother was the librarian at our school where my three sisters and I attended. She was an avid reader of books, but also of newspapers, so reading was always a big part of our home life. I always say, you can’t be a writer without being a reader. I didn’t read widely but I read deeply. My favorite book was The Secret Garden; I must have read that book a dozen times looking for clues into my own life.
For my 10th birthday, my mother and father gave me one of those little diaries with a lock and key attached, and I started to write poems, record my feelings, thoughts and secrets. For family birthdays, I wrote down my poems and gave them away as birthday gifts. I was amazed that sometimes my words brought tears to my mother or father’s eyes. It was then I realized that words have the power to open/touch hearts.