Every story has a beginning.
Here’s mine.
When I was about four years old, I decided I wanted to be a Dallas Cowboy cheerleader or bus driver (of the yellow, school variety). If those ambitions don’t fall on completely opposite ends of the career spectrum, I don’t know what does.
The problem? I look ridiculous in a cheerleading outfit and can barely navigate my Toyota, let alone a bus.
Thankfully, also at an early age, I was blessed with my first diary: a hard bound, little Hello Kitty number, followed by the official Judy Blume diary (no joke), and many, many more.
And so here I am, some mflumplh-flump years later. And I’m still writing.
Oh, and my name is Sarah Grace McCandless. Nice to meet you.
