I guess it wasn’t my nature to sit back and become bitter. I watched my mom give up on her dreams and try to push them off onto me. I took singing lessons, dance lessons, acting lessons when I was a child…all without showing any particular talent for any of them. Lol. I didn’t know until years later that writing was my thing.

My mom and her sisters were members of the the “If Only I” club: “If only I had done blah blah blah, I could have blah blah blah”. They did that until they all got sick and died, even though my cousins and I tried our darndest to get them off their butts and follow their dreams. It came to us later that they were far more content with dreaming than they would have been with doing. And of course, it’s so much easier!