I was born in the windy city of Chicago and have been long winded with words ever since. At the ripe old age of eleven, I was the editor of our small school newspaper. I knew there was a problem when I found the intoxicating smell of mimeograph ink, more alluring than my Barbie perfume. While raising my two children I occasionally dabbled with writing and made the mistake of thinking of it as a "hobby" versus my passion. Every once in a while I would grab some paper and begin writing the stories that lived inside of me. Then one day I got serious. I got some courage and began submitting my writings. Though the rejections kept coming, I believed in myself and the insatiable hunger I had to write. After winning some awards for my writing, I knew that a higher power than I, was directing my footsteps.