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Donna Curtis
I spent my early years growing up first in the farming country of Northern California, then the mountains of Tuolumne County, before being thrust into the Imperial Valley desert where I met my firs...view moreI spent my early years growing up first in the farming country of Northern California, then the mountains of Tuolumne County, before being thrust into the Imperial Valley desert where I met my first best friend and my husband to be.
Being the daughter of an uneducated Father, and a very intelligent Mother who wanted so much more for her children, but who did not know how to make that happen, made me determined to find a way to succeed.
I was shy growing up, mainly fear due to my home environment and the lack of income. I learned early to only ask for the things that could be possible. Having said that, I learned to dream of the impossible, and learned on my own how to make things happen.
My favorite pastime was reading everything I could get my hands on, from True Stories magazines sold at the local food market, to Daniel Boone novels, and any other books I could locate. I wasn’t aware of any local libraries in our small town, so I reread the books I had until I had learned them by heart. I spent hours living their lives in my mind, and if I had paper I would scribble down silly love stories that I never allowed anyone to read.
Once I married, I knew that if I did not follow my dream of becoming a nurse like Florence Nightingale, I would never be truly happy. I enrolled in the local College and four years later graduated with my degree in hand. I thoroughly enjoyed nursing in the hospital for the next seventeen years.
Sometimes my mind would drift back to my Journalism class, where I loved writing stories and bringing them to life with my pen. My teacher often encouraged me to change my major from Nursing to Journalism, but Nursing was my first love. I knew that someday I would write the story of, “Growing up White Trash.” To which my Mother’s only statement was, “Wait until I die!”
I continued in Nursing for the next nineteen years, outside the hospital setting. My husband and I managed to raise four wonderful children, two boys and two girls, our greatest accomplishments.
Once retired from Nursing, I felt it was now time to return to my hobby of writing short stories of my children’s antics, (shared only with family and friends), into the long awaited Novel.view less