I love to write. I’ve been writing since I was 15 years old. I owe my discovery of this passion to my brother Ken. (Thank you Ken!!)
Ken is nearly six years younger than I am. When he was nine years old, he gave me a small journal for Hanukkah. It was about five by four inches and had a gold and white cover. I was so charmed that he would spend some of his allowance to buy me a gift – we didn’t usually exchange among siblings at that point.