As long and as often as I can remember, my nose has been buried in a book. Reading to me daily, until I effortlessly flew solo through a book, my sweet mom bestowed upon me a lifelong love of reading. Mom’s ruthless determination to equip me to read often and well was one of the most lavish gifts she has given.
Writing, and the love of it, came later. Mrs. Leitch, my beloved AP high school writing teacher, guided us away from the passive voice, while moving us towards our own. Two decades after she patiently taught me to write, my professional writer brother in love Mike urged me to continue. Along the way there have been other champions and encouragers, like the two Judys. Last summer, I was invited to sit at the feet of Libby, a gifted poet who nurtured both pen and heart. The journey continues. Not part of my daily or even weekly routine, the words roll in like waves, as unpredictable as the ocean that I love. Below are a few of my treasures.
~ Kourtney ~