As a young girl, My mother knew that I had a gift to write. I remember sitting at my dresser in my room as young as five years old, making up rhymes and putting meaningful words together on construction paper and giving the writings to who ever I felt needed to feel better of needed to smile. My mother would look in on me and say, "you keep that up you will be known for writing words of comfort to other and keeping them encourage despite of what is going on in their lives." Today, many years later, I can feel it in my heart just what my mother meant by he more...
