Mommy, I want to be a writer when I grow up.

I want to be a firemen, a policemen, a ballerina, a vet... When you are a child the choices are endless. For me, there was only one choice. I hated books when I was a child, especially at Christmas. On Christmas Eve my brother and I would avoid any packages that would slightly resemble anything... Continue Reading →

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