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About Me


I was 6 years old when I first participated in the summer reading program. It was at the Meyer Library in Houston Texas. I remember how the smell of books and honeysuckles came together as I opened the door.  And a bun headed librarian always rushing me to close the door. “We don’t have enough ac in here to cool off Texas!” she’d growl and stare through her thick glasses. 
I made my way  to the children’s section, where only a few kids like myself romped. There, I stacked books on a small table to claim my spot, but not because it was comfortable. In fact, my knees turned a nice shade of red from hitting it. Depending how long I read, the shade varied. Hours passed, where I escaped to magical worlds. And when it was time to leave, I trekked my book loads to the car.  Always making sure the door closed behind me. I didn’t want to further upset the librarian. She was eventually turned into an evil troll. Only in my stories of course, because I didn’t possess the power to do so in real life. You’ll get to meet her in the series. MIDDLE YEARS, YEARS LATER...   
The best part of the romp was getting the books home. I’d make blanket forts, gather my favorite stuffed animals, and dive into the pages. After returning from my journey between the pages, I’d get pencils and crayons to create my own stories. Then after, came a careful staple and manila cover.  I had a book.  I was a writer!
Being diagnosed with dyslexia in elementary school sure changed things. I no longer opened a book for joy.  My brain wasn’t working like the other kids in my class. I was different.  Gardner’s Multiple Intelligences was not prevalent like it is in schools today.

Having to read with tinted plastic sheets and glasses took me into nerd status. Reading was a spectator sport, as my classmates watched me fumble through the pages. But even though I  wasn’t reading anymore, creating stories never left. I just kept them in my head. The fear of jumbled letters kept my words off paper.

School became more difficult, I was held back in 4th grade, and I lost my dad to cancer. Things were not looking up.  Until, I found hope from a boy about my age hiding in a book store. If Bastian could work through his issues and transform by becoming a part of a story, then so could I.  Yes, The Neverending Story, gave me hope and courage in the face of impossible odds.
I began reading again. The kind of books that made sense to me. The first one I read was Alice and Wonderland and then devoured into fairytales. I discovered The Nancy Drew Mysteries. Beverley Cleary, and Judy Bloom. I was a reading for fun again!  Book journeys took me away, and quite simply I found peace there.

With three young kids and living in the  hill country, it was all about the parks. It was fun and free! We went so often, I began taking notes on their amenities and created fun park bags. I even came up with a rating system.  My 5 year old son  and I were at Zilker Park in Austin Texas one morning and he said to me. “Why don’t you make a park guide for other moms to use?” Smart kid!
After a year of  R & D, Park It! A South Austin Guide to Parks and Playgrounds hit the shelves. I was published and having my first book signing @ Barnes & Noble. The young girl who once struggled with words was now published.
Sadly, this was short lived. Our family relocated 6 weeks later. We traded the salt lick for the salt life. What was I gonna do now?   BECOMING AN AUTHOR, A BIT L
Living the beach life, we were Blessed again. We welcomed our fourth child. And with a baby girl in tow, I obtained a Masters of EDU with an emphasis on reading. My passion for creating stories was back. So I began writing children’s stories and sending off  occasional manuscripts.
One afternoon, I took my little one to the library for story time. There, I stumbled on Julie and Julia: 365 Days, 524 Recipes, by Julie Powell.  So I checked it out. ‘I actually didn’t enjoy the book, but the movie was great.’  I knew what I had to do.

I would read the entire children’s section at our local library and  blog our experience.  So from A to Z, my little reader and I began the journey between the pages. She and I romped so many books, often eliminating the need for book ends. We did try not making mortal enemies with other patrons along the way.

Why read all the children’s books? Libraries are magical places and I wanted to visit enchanted worlds with my little reader.  And I was also on a mission. I needed answers. What makes an author and is there a common thread to published works? And how has time influenced what our children are reading? So began the library romp. WHAT I FOUND...
Were still reading the library five years later and have progressed into chapter books. My little reader is now in fourth grade and explores the library’s magical portals also by herself.
I’ll categorize  what we read in three genres: Great literature, good books, and shelf wasters. I’m not gong to elaborate on the rotten tomatoes. These are preachy in telling children what to think and laced with multicultural agendas. So we are left with great literature and good children’s books. They are somewhat different and yet both needed. Here’s my foremost contrast of the two. “Kids will love a good book, but a book that is loved by both children and adults is literature.”
Literature is a beautifully crafted piece of art that doesn’t grow old over the years. They are not written for certain grade levels, instead  speak to the readers experience and background. These classic stories and fables contain richer plots and the words don’t fall flat like some of the newer books. To name a few of our favorite master writers: Lewis Carroll, J.K. Rowling, Judy Blume, Roald Dahl, Maurice Sendak , Dr. Seuss, Eric Carle, and I could keep going…
Good children’s books allows the reader to walk away from the story having learned something about themselves. They are written with humor and relevant to children today. But what makes these good is they have clarity, power, and like literature they entertain. And this is what we want!AND WHERE I AM TODAY...
During the early romp, I kept busy writing children’s manuscripts.  But then hit the wall on two of what were to be my best pieces, Steel Island Reef and Uno Momento Baby Hippo. Something wasn’t connecting?
 So I changed focus and put my attention on a cookbook and two Christian motivational success books.  You can read about these on Amazon or go to Books. 

One evening I sat watching my Little Reader create a story just like I had done many years ago. With a blue fuzzy pencil she crafted a five page story with pictures and all. My 6 year made a book just like I used to do when I was her age.

 The next morning after dropping her off at school, I took that blue pencil and began writing. Words just spilled on to the page and before I knew it, I had Pixie. A second grader that loves reading, apples, everything about Japan, and lives at the beach. I knew she was the one that could save the fairytales from the evil Guardian lurking the library.

I made this note on the bottom of page of my story beginning experience. Here's a  note from this day.

Words are a gift. Can’t force them, just open them when they are received.
Thank you God, I will use them wisely.