Leah decided she wanted to be a writer around the same time that she learned to read. From an early age she filled notebooks with her thoughts and observations, convinced that one day these scribblings would be unearthed and hailed by literature critics as the beginnings of a great career.
She has since carefully hidden away those notebooks. Which is just as well– because the contents of those journals are embarrassing for many, many reasons.
Sometime during high school, wise adults convinced her that writing was not the smartest career choice, unless she wished to spend her life unemployed and hungry, waiting sadly by her mailbox for the publisher’s letter which would never come. So she chose pediatrics. She figured that if she couldn’t make children smile with her writing, at least she could make their fevers go away and their noses stop running. Read more…