Growing up, math and science were a bust. But a few of my teachers told me that I could write.
I didn’t listen much, but I listened then.
I hobbled through school. But was able to find a home at a local university.
A department devoted entirely to newspaper writing – “journalism” – as they called it – welcomed me with open arms.
At last, a writing degree was within my grasps.
I wrote for the school paper, took a public speaking class, and even joined the swim team.
Then I graduated.
Now… “look mom” – is what I say – “you have raised a real, professional writer.”