A love letter to my audience… Dear Reader, As a matter of fact, I often ask myself that very question. Instead of writing, had I used those hours peddling down the street selling popsicles from a cart, I would have made more money and gotten out more. I had aspirations of becoming a ballet dancer or piano player as a child, but my single, working mother couldn’t afford lessons. I got books from the library and tried to teach myself Elevé and basic piano chords, but