When I was younger, I read everything. Books, magazines, signs along the highway, cereal boxes.
There were no words that were off-limits and no stories I didn’t want to understand better. It wasn’t until my 20s that I started to understand that we can use the words of others to become better versions of ourselves. It was in my 30s that I learned that our own words have more power than we realize and now, in my 40s, I know that stories are for sharing and re-sharing. I’m often asked what kind of writer I am. I write stories.
I write for anyone who has ever fallen in love, or been heartbroken. For anyone who has ever had a wish and for everyone who has ever forgotten to dream. I tell sad stories and I tell humorous ones and, once in a great while, I tell a good story. How do you read Bubbles. Deux.? You read it like you would the words of a stranger, or those of a close friend. That’s what stories are – they are things you know and things you hope to figure out. One day, I’ll write great stories. Until then, I’ll keep reading and finding the great stories of others.