The abolitionists may well call me their equal, but their lips do not yet say my name and their ears do not hear my story. Not the way I want to tell it. But I have long loved the written word, and come to see in it the power of the sleeping lion. This is my name. This is how I got here. In the absence of an audience, I will write down my story so that it waits with lungs breathing and heart beating.”
—Someone Knows My Name by Lawrence Hill
Professionally, I am an elementary school teacher, of 30+ years. I've been out of the classroom for three years, so I've had time to reconnent with my passion......"Reading and Writing". I've written my memoir to leave as a legacy to my only child.....I...