To this expression of the literary world in which I find myself! When I was a little girl living in New York City, one of the few places my brothers and I were allowed to travel to by ourselves, outside “the block” – meaning the street on which we lived – was the local library. My parents loved books! Besides home and school, they thought the best place for us was in the library. 

I remember sitting on the floor between the “stacks” (bookshelves) thumbing through one book and another and another until I found the one I wanted to read – and I would sit right there and read it until my brothers called and said they were going home – it was time for dinner. I would proudly present my card and check out my book – it seemed to me a wonder that we could take books home with us and bring them back and get more!

Loving books then as I did, I thought about writing, day-dreamed the stories that I could write – even kept diaries, and later on, journals. But I never believed I could sit still long enough to actually write a whole book.