The first book I read, took me on a journey to the continent of Africa. That book was "Curious George", it drew me in to a world never before seen through the eyes of a young black girl growing on the streets of the inner-city. I didn't start writing until I was forty-eight years old, after an epiphany forced me to realize how truly blessed I was. Actually, I started out journaling, which resulted in a magnificent metamorphic transferrance of my book, "Back 2/1: I Invite You Into My Serenity".
The first people to read my writings were family and friends, then it branched out to total strangers. Because of the nature of my writing, spiritual & metaphisical, I began to leave copies my poetry in the waiting room, for patients suffering from Cancer, at the local hospital where my mom was receiving Radiation Treatment and Kemo. When they found out it was me leaving the poetry, they began to tell me how much the poems had helped them make it through. This meant more to me than any award I could ever receive or any bestsellers list I could ever be a part of.   | | |
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