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My journey began in the quiet corners of Staten Island, New York, where life was once an unhurried pace. There was a local farmer just on the corner of our street. He would weekly deliver fresh peaches to our family from his garden. My family lived a stone’s throw from the ocean, where I would watch the boats at the docks, and the majestic cargo ships passing by fueled my youthful imagination.

Yet, it was the old woman on the block, perched in her timeless rocking chair, who beckoned me into the living history of Staten Island. I would sit, absorbing her tales and wisdom, which became my interpretation. Staten Island’s past resonated in my ears, and I, the scribe, translated it into written chronicles. I discovered the magic of storytelling.

Inspired by the elderly storyteller and fueled by the life around me the antics of squirrels and birds – I embarked on a literary journey. In those pages, I discovered words, transforming observations into stories that danced across the pages of my early writings.

However, life’s currents carried me into the responsibilities of marriage and the joyous chaos of raising children. As they blossomed into adults, it was time to spin a different tale; the dormant dream began to stir within me, and my pursuit of chapters started.