As a child I never had dreams of growing up and being a writer. While I started writing poetry while I was in elementary school, my dreams were always to grow up and be a contractor. In high school, while most of my friends were doodling hearts and the boys names they had crushes on, I was drawing floor plans in my notebooks. When I attended college I was a Building Construction major and had thought that was the way my life would continue. Then the most amazing thing happened, I got pregnant with bella mia and the goals and dreams in my life changed. Being a single mother is the most rewarding job I will ever had. After having her my goals changed, it was time to provide for my family and that was priority number one. My daughter taught me something though, she taught me creativity and reaching for things you never thought could be possible. I started to read more, to write more and to stop shutting out all those voices in my head who were telling me their stories. Those voices became louder until I had no other option but to put those thoughts on paper. Writing has now become my escape, my dream, and my passion. While I don't have high expectations of becoming the next big thing, that doesn't matter to me. As long as one person reads my stories and gets something out of them, all the blood, sweat, and tears make it worth it.
When I'm not sucking down pots of coffee and writing, or working at my full time job that pays the bills, I'm either hanging out with my daughter, reading books or watching football (my other obsession.)