I learned phonics from my mother, on a cross-country trip from California to Baltimore. I devoured the messages on billboards, and then graduated to books like this one.
I have vivid memories of those magical moments, can easily recall the shivers that ran up my spine when block letters first translated themselves into sounds and syllables, and then sentences that leaped off the pages.
I developed an insatiable appetite for books, and an unquenchable thirst for knowledge.
Perspectives shift. New discoveries challenge old beliefs, and textbooks are rewritten. But at the tender age of three-going-on-four, I believed everything I read.
When I enrolled kindergarten that fall, my world expanded by the number of books I was able to check out from the library at any one time. Two, same as the animals on Noah’s Ark. But when the bookmobile rumbled down our street one day, the entire universe was delivered to my doorstep.
The librarian pulled books from shelves I wouldn’t otherwise have considered. We flipped through the pages together and talked about their contents. Teacher to student, friend to friend. Thanks to her gentle guidance, I learned to ask the deeper questions and challenge the pat answers.
And that, my friends, is what eventually led me to write my own story, Can I Get a Witness?
Thank you for digging below the surface.
Thank YOU for sharing your story with me! So cool, that while our journeys were unique, we eventually ended up traveling the same path.
Is your book available yet?
Not yet, Linda, but it’s out on submission to editors/publishers. Here’s to CAN I GET A WITNESS? finding its perfect home…I’d love nothing more than to meet up with you personally, and hand you a copy.
So wonderful to read about your journey from book inhaler to book writer! It’s interesting to someone like me who, while I read often, wasn’t an obvious writer (or reader). So glad you got the bug and can’t wait to read your memoir.
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