A Writer’s Itch

I’ve always wanted to be a writer. When I was a child, I would devour books, so much so that my mother had to pace me. Every Friday night, we would go to the mall with my great-aunt and I’d get an ice cream and a new book, usually the latest addition to The Babysitters Club series. The next day, I would read it from cover to cover and patiently wait until the following Friday to get another one. Read More