I began to write at the age of five, using my family as characters in my first epic novel, "The Rabbit Family”. Although never formally published, the single, handwritten and self-illustrated copy of “The Rabbit Family” did make appearances at the local school, grocery store, bowling alley and bridge club meetings, courtesy of an enthusiastic Mother and her large purse. I am grateful to my family for allowing me to develop my imagination and creative flair without ever passing judgment. I realize at times this must have been difficult.

 

I was blessed to be born into the most wonderful and loving family, with parents who adored each other and three incredible older brothers who still arm wrestle at Christmas to see who's the strongest.  My older sister is my best friend and someone I'm not sure I could ever do without.  My family gave me my foundation and helped me be the person I am today.  We've had our struggles, losing Mom at such a young age, being at the top of the list, but we've always stuck together.  I am thankful for their love and the love of their spouses and children.

 

Being the youngest kid in a big family is an awesome thing, even if meant I had to be the "official television station changer" before the invention of the wireless remote (long story...maybe a future blog post!).  And then there were the times my oldest brother made me run laps through the house to "train" for the Olympics, while he sat on the stairs, laughed and shouted the odd word of encouragement.  Do I begrudge him?  Hell no!  I just made his two girls sprint back and forth in my backyard when they came to visit...