It seems inevitable Mariel would write. When she was growing up, her parents frequently caught her reading by moonlight or by flashlight long past my bedtime. She devoured books! The library was (and still is) one of her favorite places.
She found she wanted to write books and create magic with words. In the eighth grade, she saved her money- allowance, babysitting money, birthday money, Christmas money- to purchase her first typewriter so she could be a “writer.” The pressures of life set in and Mariel abandoned that more...
