About Me

Ever since I was a preschooler watching Momma write her grocery list, I’ve loved the whole idea of writing. I imitated her cursive, writing loops and curlicues over and over and over . . . Soon, I fell in love with books—and Momma let me buy some from the Scholastic book order every month. I still have the book that Mrs. B., my second-grade teacher, gave me—it’s a fifth-grade reading text. She knew I could read it. Then there’s my orange reading lamp that Daddy gave me so I wouldn’t ruin my eyes, reading ‘til all hours. I’ll always remember my eighth-grade grammar workbook—wish I still had it. Maybe if I dig deep enough into those bins stored in my basement . . . Anyway, that’s when I discovered a love of grammar! I did extra grammar exercises—and not only for the extra credit. For me, grammar was a game—it still is. (Call me a grammarian, a logophile, a bibliophile . . . it all fits.) During my first semester in college, with the encouragement of my parents, I declared an accounting major—but that was before I took English 110. The grade on my first essay was A/F, which meant my margins were perfect, and so were my spelling, capitalization, and all that; but I didn’t have a clue about how to weave my ideas into a neat, impactful whole. With an excellent instructor, I learned how to write a really good essay that semester—and I promptly made a trip to the registrar’s office to change my major. Teaching English and speech more than twenty years—along with editing and proofreading for another ten—prepared me for another adventure: Personal History. My passion for preserving family stories, combined with a broad skill base made it a natural next step. (By the way, I still write my grocery list on a piece of paper, just like Momma did.)

And so? So now I help those who have a story to tell . . . those who are unsure of how to go about writing it themselves . . . those who want to leave a written legacy.

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