![]() ![]() Most of all, I loved to read! And I dreamed of a time when, a grown-up married lady with thirteen children, I would write books.īut childhood dreams have a way of getting lost. I liked dolls, too, right through eighth grade, and only fear of what others would say made me give them up then. ![]() At school, I was able, but not brilliant. I grew up in a large and loving family-parents, grandparents, and three children all under the same roof, a big white house in Portland, Oregon. Yet I would not trade it for anyone else's. The reason is simple: My own life is boring. It was not until I was in my mid-thirties, after m Children sometimes ask, "Do you write about your own life?" I have to answer that I do not. But childhood dreams have a way of getting lost. Most of all, I loved to read! And I dreamed of a time when, a grown-up married lady with thirteen children, I would write books. ![]() Children sometimes ask, "Do you write about your own life?" I have to answer that I do not. ![]()
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