Late Bloomer. (5 min read)

Late Bloomer. (5 min read)

September 29, 2015

At the age of 51, I finally understand who I am and what I am here to do. This didn’t arrive in a great whooshing epiphany, more like bits and pieces of a puzzle coming together over a period of decades.

The earliest clue I was given was when I was 9 years old. I wrote a book called “The Crocodile Who Couldn’t Cry” and it won the Young Author’s contest. From then on, my Mom would work into any conversation that her daughter was a published writer and her book could be found on the shelves of every public library in the state of Michigan. She was so proud.

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