Why I Write

When I was growing up, I read incessantly. I was one of those children who had more books than friends. This is not a derisive comment towards my 8 year old social life- I just had hundreds and hundreds of books. For fun, my dad and I would go to Kepler’s, a family owned bookstore in a neighboring town. I probably had the same relationship with this store most children my age had with McDonalds- Every time we drove past, every time we were returning home from some…