In the second grade, I wrote and illustrated three books. They were so good, the school had me read them to the Kindergarten. Or maybe, Kindergarten teachers need a break so if second graders can entertain the class . . .
By the fourth grade, I knew it was my calling to be an author. I loved to write. In seventh grade and again in the twelfth grade, I received writing awards. In college I majored in English . . . for the first year. My sophomore year, I changed my major to Industrial Engineering. My physics professor, Dr. Kenny was very concerned. He said my lab reports were beautfiully written and that if I became an engineer, it might crush my spirit and I might never write. He was wrong -- and right. It did not crush my spirit, but I did not write.
After decades of working as an engineer and as a mother, many of my friends have written books. Often, when I am speaking, people say "you should write a book". Really? Who would read it? And why? Then, my good friend and mentor, Bill Englehaupt (at lunch, while handing me a copy of HIS new book), suggested that I write a blog.
So here it is. If many people read it, perhaps it will have become a book. If no one reads it, perhaps it will still become a book.
