I began writing at 16 for my high school newspaper. Two stories, with my bi-line, were printed. Then took a 60 year hiatus. When I look at family photos I remember stories of my life as a teenager with tears, a mother with magical joy, loving and learning. Holidays become springboards for stories of a woman's life. I write about special people who deserve honor and recognition. My hopes, successes and flaws become real when told in stories. I dream of past adventures and write about people and cultures that have been building blocks in my life. I write stories with each word becoming a stitch...