Once upon a time in a Mexico town, my heart began beating, setting in motion a life created and planned by the Writer of life. My family was without electricity or running water, but not without love.
If you’ll stick around long enough, or come back every now and then, you will find the stories of my life woven into the pages and posts on this blog. But for now, just let me tell you a bit about my blog and I.
I began telling stories before I could read them. But back then we just called it playing house. I have been an avid reader since my first Berenstain Bears book in the second grade. By the fifth grade I’d lost my German accent and was reading chapter books nonstop, as well as developing a voice for poetry. Thanks to the “read it” program put on by Pizza Hut, I was also eating a lot of pizza.
I was in the seventh grade when I wrote the first nine chapters of what I intended to be a romance. However I was very naive and after several moves I decided to put the story on hold. Even though my geography teacher told me it was very good, I thought it better to let it wait.
Blogging wasn’t something I planned, but rather an assignment given by my grade eleven media studies teacher. It became an outlet for my poetry, and then over the years so much more. It has become an extension of me in a way.
While I am silly and witty among friends, always saying things that make me laugh while others roll their eyes, my blog tends to be deeper, more reflective, and a heck of a lot more creative.