I have had a very difficult life, from a very young age I felt the call and the passion to write stories that entertain and move. Just two years ago I lost one of my daughters, a terrible pain. And today I find peace as I write. I don't know how to explain it but sometimes I feel like the stories and my characters are more than I can handle. All the stories want to get out of my mind screaming but I don't have all the time I would like and losing my girl motivates me to continue for her, move forward with the pain on my back and take these stories to people and one day tell the story of myself mourning, of my destruction and reconstruction