Authors

My heroes are the many authors who have shared their stories--joyful, painful or both--with me in the books I have read.

From the Nancy Drew mysteries I devoured as a preteen that showed me a girl could think, act, pursue and solve whatever came her way, to the glorious awakening to the beauty of language I experienced in reading Faulkner, books have been a vital need and constant pleasure in my life. Yes, someone else in the world had the same feelings, the same disappointments, the same dreams as I had. Books showed me what path to take and that possibilities often existed in the least likely places.

Nobody has to write (there’re always so many excuses on stand-by), but authors through time have chosen to share themselves with readers like me, and my world is a richer place because of their generosity.