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Oct 15
2011
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My life as an author has taken me to places I'd never thought possible. I ask myself constantly "was this my calling"? I've written my entire life..notes, journals, poetry, thoughts, and quotes. Some of what I'd written in the past makes absolutely no sense to me now..must have been what was running through my mind twenty plus years ago. Who was I twenty years ago ?
I was a young Mom raising a nine year old, and a seven year old. I was single, living on my own, working full-time trying to do the best I possibly could at the time. My life seemed to be consumed by only dreams of what my future may one day amount to.
I worked diligently as a Designer, multitasking from Mom to Professional on a daily basis. Homework assignments, skating, and hockey practices, school functions, and obviously the day to day MOM stuff. I tried to be a dedicated loving mother to two beautiful children, who were so deserving of the life I would one day be able to give them.

