Born in Brooklyn, New York, our family moved out to Long Island when I was five. I don't consider myself a "city" girl especially since my current roots are growing in the North Carolina red clay! Something very strange occurred during our Exodus to the Island. Perhaps it was a true revelation or just a mere happenstance. Nevertheless, the relocation proved to be mind-boggling for my Mother and an expansion of my creative ability.
At age five when I began to learn how to write, I felt the power in the pencil. By the time I could spell simple words, I would amuse myself by writing funny books! The earliest book was about a fly that followed me to school. Books were fascinating. I wanted to be a writer! From that point in my life, I have never stopped writing!
As an adult I would submit editorials to the local paper concerning controversial topics of the day. Reactions from readers, whether it was for or against what was written, gave me the self-awareness that I had the power to move emotions with ink. Not only could I stir emotions, but I could also change attitudes.
I never considered myself a writer because I was not really published. After writing many books, denials could paper my living room wall. My husband, who is my best friend, encouraged me to keep on going. He said, "You are a writer and a good one at that." That's when I knew I was a writer. I didn't have to be published. My best friend gave me that title and I pursued the vocation with great gusto! Today my work is published, and I am the writer that I set out to be when I was five years old. Took some time, but after all, good things come to those who wait!
Biography provided by the author, May 2002