I spent my early years growing up first in the farming country of Northern California, then the mountains of Tuolumne County, before being thrust into the Imperial Valley desert where I met my first best friend and my husband to be.
Being the daughter of an uneducated Father, and a very intelligent Mother who wanted so much more for her children, but who did not know how to make that happen, made me determined to find a way to succeed.
I was shy growing up, mainly fear due to my home environment and the lack of income. I learned early to only ask for the things that could be possible. Having said that, I learned to dream of the impossible, and learned on my own how to make things happen.
My favorite pastime was reading everything I could get my hands on, from True Stories magazines sold at the local food market, to Daniel Boone novels, and any other books I could locate. I wasn’t aware of any local libraries in our small town, so I reread the books I had until I had learned them by heart. I spent hours living their lives in my mind, and if I had paper I would scribble down silly love stories that I never allowed anyone to read.
Once I married, I knew that if I did not follow my dream of becoming a nurse like Florence Nightingale, I would never be truly happy. I enrolled in the local College and four years later graduated with my degree in hand. I thoroughly enjoyed nursing in the hospital for the next seventeen years.
Sometimes my mind would drift back to my Journalism class, where I loved writing stories and bringing them to life with my pen. My teacher often encouraged me to change my major from Nursing to Journalism, but Nursing was my first love. I knew that someday I would write the story of, “Growing up White Trash.” To which my Mother’s only statement was, “Wait until I die!”
I continued in Nursing for the next nineteen years, outside the hospital setting. My husband and I managed to raise four wonderful children, two boys and two girls, our greatest accomplishments.
Once retired from Nursing, I felt it was now time to return to my hobby of writing short stories of my children’s antics, (shared only with family and friends), into the long awaited Novel.
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