Sunday, May 11, 2014
Some of my most vivid memories are of my mom reading The Green Knowe series by L.M. Boston to my sisters and I at night. I can still picture Tolly boating across flood waters over the garden to the manor, the ghost children who haunt its walls, and the tiny pearl ring that was lost in a chimney. Although my dear mother passed away over six years ago, she still breathes through every page of fantasy and adventure that enriched my childhood, and now, adulthood. She taught me to treasure the chance to dive into new perspectives and worlds much different from my own, and always hunger for new ink wonderments.
I am a writer today, because first, I was an avid reader. Thank you, Mom.