![]() ![]() However, after graduating I couldn’t find a decent art-related job (I didn’t consider jobs illustrating pornographic material as “decent”). I honed my skills and learned a lot of complex processes. I chose art.Īrt classes at Cal State Long Beach were intense. In college, I found myself torn between art and music. My faith flourished.Īround this time, my dad and I attended ground school and we earned our private pilot’s licenses. Realizing the only thing holding me back from growing closer to God was myself, I decided to pursue Him in prayer, reading the whole Bible, and getting involved in church. I could either ignore the faith of my childhood, or I could explore it, seeing if it would really stand up to the rigors of life. I also enjoyed my art classes.Īfter graduating, I reached a crossroads. I wasn’t a great player, but I did have fun. ![]() High school was a welcomed change and I enjoyed the friends I met in band class. ![]() I really wasn’t dumb, but in public school I felt ugly, stupid, and socially inept–can anyone relate? My peers teased me daily because I had curly hair, a skinny body, and ducks (yes, ducks). Grade school and junior high, however, were very difficult for me. ![]() My father worked hard as a doctor while my mom took a break from being a nurse and stayed home to raise us. I climbed trees, shot arrows into the hillside, and rode bikes on the dirt trails, typical tomboy stuff. I was born and raised in sunny Southern California as the youngest of four daughters. ![]()
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