"I'm telling mom!" As a child, that became my mantra as I cried at her feet trying to recount why my tears flowed. I found unless a situation could be remedied by me I'd weep- again. I wrote diaries about being the 'middlest' child. My first nom de plume could have been Cry Baby; mom nicknamed me Cinder Ella. Was she insinuating that my siblings might not be related to me or that I was worthy of Prince Charming? My latest release is a children's book called Just ME; as a middle child, the main character daydreams of being someone special; she's wishing her life away! Meanwhile, God led me to m...