Mom

Mom died a little over a year ago and today is her birthday. I think of her everyday with much love and gratitude. She encouraged me to follow my passions and interests and to not worry about what others thought. She was an avid reader and was thrilled when I became a writer. For as long as she could, Mom was my go-to person to hunt out my dyslexic typos. Mom, your memory is a blessing.

Author: Marsha

I write historical fiction, mostly from the perspective of young people who are thrust in the midst of war.