I should have known.
At the age of six, when I wrote my first poem.
In the fourth grade, when I encountered “Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening.”
In the sixth grade, when my English teacher gifted me Pride and Prejudice.
In the seventh grade, when I bought a complete anthology of Robert Frost’s poems.
Last semester, when I visited Bruce Herman’s studio.
In January, when I could not pinpoint why I really wanted to attend Law School in my personal statement.
I think I want to be a writer.
I think I’ve always wanted to be a writer.
Mary's One Hundred 