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I’ve known I was destined to write even before I learned to read. I remember cuddling with my dad on the high-backed couch in our living room, feeling safe and loved, while he read aloud a library book about Osceola. The brave Seminole Indian chief fought the brutal attempts by the U.S. government to remove his people from Florida during the early 1800’s.
When my dad finished the book, I said sadly, “It’s all gone.”
“It’s not gone,” he told me, laying the book in my hands. “We can turn it ar...
Published on March 01, 2019 05:36