IN the BEGINNING: A Part of Me to Share . . .
Waaay back in the day . . . when it was time to decide what I wanted to be when I grew up, Mom asked that age old question. My answer? “A writer.” I was met with opposition, the proverbial, “There’s no money in writing.” That’s all she ever saw was dollar signs, her way of thinking was to make the most amount of money in the shortest period of time. In the end, she decided I should go to Secretarial School because afterall I had to do something.
I know she’d hoped I said doctor, or lawyer, though truly she was living in a dream if she thought I could pull either one of those professions out of my little bunny hat with the grades I was bringing home.
In the end . . . I can attest to the fact there was no money in being a secretary either, unless of course you were the top gun Personal Assistant to the President of the Company, which I would never be . . . . because why? That’s right, I didn’t want to be a Secretary; nope, I wanted to be a Writer. Still do, and so . . . this is the beginning of:
“A Part of Me to Share”
PS: I actually started a blog when blogs were still relatively new; I had planned to write under my given name, however, when I pulled it up online, there she was, the woman my mother could be PROUD of, a doctor. I thought it rather ironic she was also writing books.