I have been writing ever since I was a young girl.
There was a time in my life that I gave it up and
by listening to a controling person in my life, he
made me believe that I could not become a writer. I
now know that he was wrong as you have seen from the
pages you have read. I will never again walk away from
the thing that I love most and that is to write. It is
a gift that will remain with me for the rest of my life.
I thank my father for the gift of writing, he knew it was
not just a passing fancy, that some day I would be able to
share it with the world and know I could be what I always
wanted to be a writer. He looks down upon me and I know he
has read my works and enjoys them. He will be forever near.
To my children, I will in my end, leave you all my words and may they
comfort you as in time you will see that they are a part of you as
they are a part of me. You are my greatest gifts, without you I would
be nothing. All three of you are a bit like me. I thank God for giving
you to me.
I have had to make a lot of changes in my life, and the scars that came
with a life I will live no more, will heal and I will move on. I stand
tall and proud of who I am and how far I have come. I am now the person
I should have always been, but was forced to lock it away and never to show
my face, well the masks are all gone, who you see, is the real me. I have
desires and dreams, and the ability to make them come true. I live each day
as I have never lived them before, I stop to see the things around me and
change the things that are not me. I listen to hear the sounds that are
music to my ears.
I live in a small town in New York about two hours from New York city.
For now it is where I- call home, I may in the near future move on and
find a new place to live, a place to call home. As the changes unfold in
my life, they will show up in my writing as I write from the heart.
May you that visit my pages find comfort, caring thoughts, of love,
togetherness and a sence of being when you are here. Thank you for taking
the time to stop by and as new writings come there will be new pages and
site to see them, so I hope you will stop again.
Francine Rexford Fleming
The year is 2002