All my life, since I can remember, I wanted to be a writer. Dreaming myself “Brenda Starr, Reporter” after that beautiful woman with voluptuous red hair, who, in the Sunday comics traveled the world to exotic places, chasing after stories for her newspaper. There was also a mysterious man—Basil St. John, who wore a patch over one eye and raised black orchids.
Judy Reeves
writer, teacher, and writing practice provocateur
