Jennifer Brown Banks
Growing up as an awkward, shy teen, words provided refuge. Whether it was getting lost between the pages of a steamy romance novel, or penning my thoughts through poetry.
When I was hurt, I wrote. When I had questions of life, I wrote.
I kept journals. Lots of them. In every color, size and shape.
I found that words gave me power. They afforded me visibility and “poise” on paper.
One day, my mom discovered some of the pieces in my private “stash” in my room. She was impressed and encouraged me to share my “gift” with the world.
I haven’t looked back since then. I suppose I was always “wired” to write. I find that decades later, I can’t NOT write.
“I write. Therefore I am.”