The Beginning

This post first appeared on October 27, 2009

my brothers were my reason for writing

My parents were so busy after school, they often couldn’t take time to hear what I had to say about school or my complaints about my two older brothers. So…., I discovered if I wrote down my complaints and what I wanted to say about my day at school and stuck it on the dining room table where I knew my parents would end up eventually, I would be heard when they read my letter. Tattle-taleing was the highlight of the day. I remember the day my brothers told me not to dangle my feet when sitting on the bed or the ankle grabbers would pull me under the bed, take me to their secret hiding place, and keep me until I was 20. I remember the day they told me there was someone lurking behind the shower curtain and if I didn’t check it out every single time I was in the bathroom, I’d be jumped. I am now an adult with three grown children and I still look behind the shower curtain every time I enter anyone’s bathroom. These became the subjects of my first book, Happy Apple Told Me. See that. Just start leaving messages for your parents and you’re an author.