My love for reading and writing hasn't always prevailed.
As a child, I watched far too my television, my favorite being Scooby Doo. Through my teenage and college years, I grew found of horror movies and soap operas, particularly General Hospital, Silence of the Lambs, and The Lost Boys. Years and one child later, I hadn't gained that literary insightful edge. No, it wasn't until I had my second child, when I stayed home and grew tired of the television but didn't give up entirely that I read. I started by reading recommendations from Oprah, ironically from her show. I devoured those books and searched for more. I had watched Twilight and thought, "books made into movies or shows, what could be better?" I got the best of both worlds and discovered, for the most part, the books had more detail and were better than movies. My true love for books flared, though. But that wasn't all. Although I now read most genres, my passion for writing stemmed to romantic fantasy with a an element of mystery. I based this loosely from those childhood and teenage shows and the books that followed.
I grew up in central Pennsylvania but now live in suburban Philadelphia. My gang includes four children, a husband, a dog, a rabbit, and a baby dragon! Okay, it's an anole. The species is a baby dragon, though.
As one can imagine, my children and husband are a big part of my life. My oldest daughter, who is loving but challenges me daily, has both moderate physical and mental delays. Being different whether it is handicapped, the color of your skin, religious, financial status, or not having the latest style sneakers can make anyone a target for ridicule. I strongly believe in helping others and treating others how I want to be treated. My passion for writing—however strange and supernatural—often involves these immoral prejudices or acts of bullying.
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