Why I Write

I’ve been thinking a lot about when I started reading comic books. I’m not sure when it started…my mom has a tale of me teaching myself to read while on a Greyhound Bus for two and a half days going from Winnipeg to Kelowna. As the legend goes, she gave me a stack of comics when the ride started and by the time we were in the mountains, I was reading them on my own. I’m not sure how much of that is true or embellished, but it’s really my mom’s story so choose I believe it.