Writer, Podcast host, director, creator, audio drama enthusiast…

The most memorable day in the 1st grade was when Mrs Goto handed out smalll manilla colored journals with “JOURNAL” emblazoned across the front in the most beautiful shade of blue. 

“For 30 minutes a day, you may write whatever you like in this journal. No one will ever read it. It is your alone.”

To me, that little booklet full of blank pages might as well have been a bar of pure solid gold. 

I wrote story after story. Filled line after line. Page after page. 

I discovered a joy and a freedom I never knew possible. Yeah, I know. What does a 6 year old know about joy and freedom?

Somehow it sparked deep within me a passion, a love, a fulfilment little else in life could offer. 

Then, one day, I walked into class early to find Mrs. Goto and Mrs. Camacho (the teacher’s aid) standing at my desk…flipping through my journal. 

My journal. The journal for only my eyes. Only for me.

And they were laughing. Good laughing. Not mocking giggles, but laughs of enjoyment and pleasure. 

Then, seeing me in the doorway, they shoved the book back in my desk, closed the lid, and walked away like nothing was happeding

And I loved it. They were reading what I wrote and enjoying it. Quite the experience for a 1st grader. 

So, decades later, here I am. Writing. 

This time for all to read…and hopefully enjoy. 

Check out my projects and my blog if you like. Laugh, cry, sneer, guffaw, chucke, sniffle. Whatever you feel is fine with me. As long as you feel something. 

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