When I Grow Up…

You can ask my mother about this, but when I was younger, I would always say that I wanted to be the next Barbara Walters. I would pretend I was a television newswoman, staring at my reflection in the microwave oven door, reading the news stories I had written. Then when I was about 16 years old, I began writing. I may have strayed from my original path as a writer from time to time, mainly because school and life got in the way. A couple of years ago, my passion for writing was reignited and I began a blog… […]

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