My mother always says we grew up together. She married young, as a college student, and I was born the day before her 20th birthday. She would spread out a blanket with her books and her baby. She tells me I developed my voracious appetite for words by picking up her books, as she studied. I would ask her what the words said and became an independent reader by the age of three. Otherwise, I grew up a typical child of the seventies. We really only had three rules: don’t go past the corner, get home before the streetlight goes out, and be in bed by 8:30 p.m. on a school night. About the Author
National Bestselling Author and Poet Michelle Lynn Stephens hails from Durham, North Carolina and is an inspirational writer who encourages others to make comebacks out of setbacks as they press to overcome life’s obstacles through faith and perseverance. In her writing, she sets out to examine the social ills of the world, as seen through the many perspectives she has been exposed to. When she’s not writing, she enjoys singing, performing spoken word poetry, and dancing with her toddler. Visit her website at www.michellelynnstephens.com.
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