I was born and raised along the shores of Lake Erie in Ohio, where I still reside with my husband, two teenage children and spoiled Boxer. I am the youngest of 6 kids. My father would say I’m the daughter of a poor immigrant. Sounds like the beginning to a great story, doesn’t it? Well, in my case it’s true and hopefully one day I’ll be able to tell the story of his immigration from the Ukraine during WWII. Yes, dear old dad is a huge infulence for me. He is the type of guy who made you believe you could do or be anything and always told you not to sweat the small stuff.
Growing up, I was never a big reader. In fact, I always struggled with comprehension throughout school yet did well in English and writing classes. Go figure. Anyway, it wasn’t until I had my children…
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