Brook Blander

At the point at which bruised knees, colorful, rubber balls and crayons are expected, a five year old girl penned her first story instead. It is not that it was some sort of miracle to cause a stir in the early 80’s but certainly extraordinary. This little, brown skin girl kept a hold of her pencil the way an arm is attached to the body. It is said we are not given more than we are able to bear, yet, it seems malicious and insufferable for a little girl to scoop with tiny hands her vomit from the floor and be forced to eat it as a childhood discipline.

For years, unbearable cruelty and the absence of her mother, she had to borne. Perhaps, it was despair which flung her into the world of fiction and fueled her eternal hatred of honey. Often the works of the Almighty can be mysterious, doubtful, yet always undoubtedly glorious.

Join me in welcoming the little brown girl who is now a grown woman sharing words and artistry.



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