Ever since I was a young girl, I knew I had a knack for writing. I’d fly through book after book, visiting our local library once a week. My mom would watch as I dropped off three or four novels into the book return chute. I knew she was watching because she’d giggle to herself as I got back into the car, after saying my goodbyes to the books I had come to love. It wasn’t just the characters I found in those novels, it was the way every word came together to form a vivid image in my mind. I fell in love with the talent, the melody of the stories that entranced me.
As a junior in college, I do not find myself with the time to read as I once did.
(Jesus, la croix, writing, camp ministry)