I’m one of those rare breeds that always knew what she “wanted to be when she grew up.” For almost as long as I can remember, I have self-identified as a writer. I can actually remember a moment, looking at my stacks of books and notebooks full of “stories,” thinking...
When I was a little girl, growing up in the 1980s, I just knew I was a writer. It wasn’t even a question of, “What do you want to be when you grow up?” I was a writer. Right then. Right there. Writing, for me, wasn’t a job; it was who I am. I’ve devoured books for as...
