marcy j meyer
My mother was my source of inspiration. She sat up late after us kids had gone to bed and wrote on an old manual typewriter. I have all of her stories and poems, which she never tried to publish. She was very clever and witty and could write a beautiful poem at the drop of a hat.
She passed away when I was 27. I carry her drivers license right behind mine-because she was and is behind me no matter what I do.
I write almost everyday, and could not imagine not having that outlet.
Love to read-love to write-love to take in every moment life has to offer. Happy reading! more...
The Old Gym