The Art of Listening

I know this sounds cliche, but I always knew I would end up being a writer.

No, really.

I must have been about 9 years old, when that spark first flickered. I wrote a poem about a Tiger and proudly handed in to be graded. To my horror, the teacher (an unusually tall woman with hairy legs) put a big red line through the poem, citing copying. Of course I was devastated, but my mom said something powerful to me “Lee, think about it. Just think about it. You must be good?”

Moms do know best, don’t they? I am so glad that I listened.

I have never really stopped writing and now work in communications, running my own company EQ Maverick . I have written many publications, poetry collections and am a freelancing content writer + ghostwriter too but by far my biggest and proudest moment as a writer was writing my first book, “Musings – Reflections of Gratitude” (Hopscotch).

I guess I have both my mom and Mrs hairy legs to thank for that.