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My love affair with books and words began at an early age. My mother dated a gentleman who worked for a bookbinding company. There was never a shortage of books in my life because he furnished my sisters and me with a steady supply.
As my mother would say, you love to sit around and listen to grown folks’ conversations. And I surely would. Their stories were so passionate and the rhythm of the colorful words they used was music to my young ears.
I grew up in a close knit neighborhood with lots of kids. Kickball, hide and seek and races ruled the hot summer days. I participated in all the fun physical activities but I would also sit around the activities reading. Believe it or not, the kids in the neighborhood were in awe that I like to read. They would ask me to read aloud to them.