When This Is Over, I'm Not Going

Writers Turn Dreams Into Print.

I Was Born To A Woman I Never Knew And Raised By Another Who Took In Orphans. I Do Not Know My Background, My Lineage, My Biological Or Cultural Heritage. But When I Meet Someone New, I Treat Them With Respect.... For After All, They Could Be My People.

When I Was A Child In The Navy During World War Ii, I Was Perennially Grateful To The Armed Services Libraries For Having On Hand A Good Supply Of Those Pocket Books, Which Were So Common In That Period. I Must Have Read A Couple Hundred Of Them, And They Did A Lot To Save My Sanity.

Contrary To What People Think, I Slave Over My Books.

About A Billion Years Ago, Long Before The Continents Had Separated To Define The Ancient Oceans, Or Their Own Outlines Had Been Determined, A Small Protuberance Jutted Out From The Northwest Corner Of What Would Later Become North America.