Welcome to a Hungry Pen: Sharing Tales of My Life, Food and Wanderings
I learned how to read when I was four (the first born, precocious, perfectionist, most inquisitive-read:annoying-child). My fascination with words took me on a path of writing. I didn’t choose the path; it chose me. Once the snowball started on its trek downhill, nothing could stop it. I didn’t want the exposure – I was a very shy kid. But I was always the one “elected” to write a report on a field trip for the school newspaper. They always chose me to compose and deliver a speech for holidays and visiting dignitaries. I once had to write a eulogy for a lesser city official I did not know. When I read it, with the quivering voice of a twelve year old, everybody present, including me, cried. I discovered the magic and power of words…
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