I was mentored in my life and writing by my Grandfather “Boppa” who had a tiny house built for me to write in. Who believed in you at a younger age? For me, it was my Boppa I envisioned a world where people didn’t need to feel that they were alone or the only ones, that they could feel seen, known and loved and live their real dream lives. She told me to eat my peanut butter sandwich! I ran into the house and told my Mom that I was supposed to be a beacon of hope and write books for the world. No one else called or wrote while I was in there, and I had to get out to see you.” After a month, he returned home and said to me “I think you saved my life. I wrote something for him every day and sent it to the hospital. Then he went into the hospital, and my Mom told me he wouldn’t be coming back out. Boggs loved me and wanted to teach me to look closely and look far, and bought me a microscope and a telescope. Boggs was 80, and I went to see him every day to escape the abuse that was happening in the family, where my mentally ill older brother was molesting me. When I was 10 years old, my best friend Mr.
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