Little Girl Dreaming

Sometime around my 12th or 13th birthday I began dreaming of being a writer. That dream was prompted by my love of books. I was surrounded by them. There were stacks and stacks of books everywhere in our home. On bookshelves, in boxes. Literally everywhere: math textbooks (my parents were high school math teachers), yearbooks, Bibles, encyclopedias. My… Continue reading Little Girl Dreaming