I came home with six bags of dirty clothes and a three-year-old, Not sure what direction
my life would take. Our mother was a Missionary in the Church of God In Christ and prayed
for me everyday, taking me to church. There were many days of depression, hitting the
walls thinking how could I have messed up my life. The trip to Woodland Park combined
with my mother's prayers changed everything, I also remembered the words of a friend,
"Whenever you feel depressed or defeated, write . . . just write. That's how the creative side of me opened up.