From a very early age I developed a love of stories. My mother 
would frequently read to me and I cherish those moments to this day. She would take me to the local library and let me pick out stories on records, yes I’m that old, to listen to. I think I probably annoyed her to no end because I would play them over and over until I had memorized every word.
It wasn’t long before I began creating my own stories. I would sit for hours trying to come up with a story line only to start one and never finish it. Something was missing. I still had the love of writing but I just didn’t have any soul to put into it. I was fighting too hard to hide who I truly am. Putting those feelings on paper would have destroyed me back then.
I wasn’t until I stopped fighting that voice in my head that I was finally able to put my heart on paper. I have fallen in love with that voice. I call her my muse. Here you will find a collection of these short stories and thoughts.