In every stage of life I have experienced, one singular trait has remained consistent. I have always harbored a deep love for literature. Consuming the words others have penned, and attempting to pen my own.
As a child I would write short stories or poems, and sometimes even take home a little medal or modest award if some local contest thought they were decent. I was enamored by library shelves filled with magical worlds to visit.
As an adult, I am finally chasing my dream and (hopefully)...
