Deborah L. Gladwell

Becoming an author and getting published was not something I ever imagined growing up. My father's job required us to move frequently, which meant attending different schools with different curriculums. Unfortunately, this led to me missing many grammar lessons, and I had nightmares when faced with dissecting sentences. However, my love for reading persisted.I loved making up stories to tell my children when they were young, a trait I inherited from my father, who was a master storyteller. Many of my childhood adventures were acquired while enjoying time spent on my grandparents' farm on Fuller Hill (Corbett, NY) and from tales my father told as my sisters and I sat on his knee. These lesson...