Call me Desirée. Some years ago—never mind how long precisely—having little or no money in my purse, and nothing particular to interest me, I decided to start a blog. Melville humor, folks. But I digress… I was born and raised in Houston, Texas. No matter how displaced I may be from the Lone Star state, I’m forever a proud Texan. For expediency, we will forego the childhood stories and jump immediately into semi-adulthood. My college education began at Stephen F. Austin. To say I chose this college because their mascot was a Lumberjack (think pancakes) would not be totally without truth. However, and unfortunately, my new found freedoms in college were way more exciting than going to class and studying. So, this newly traveled road toward adulthood turned into a dead end. A little broken by the experience, I returned to Houston and began a series of temporary jobs, hoping to find my calling since at this point in life; I was not sure what I wanted to do career-wise.
In 1993, I got married. Shortly after our nuptials, I did what I never thought I’d do, leave Texas. I moved to Miami, Florida; and I was employed at a famous hotel on Miami Beach, the Fontainebleau. It was an amazing hotel, chock-full of history. It wasn’t long after being hired that I was promoted to Marketing Manager. My responsibilities primarily included writing copy and creating ads. This sparked the creative side of me that lay dormant for many years. I knew I had finally found my calling.
In July of 1999 (and after living in Florida for five years) my first child was born. I had decided to change careers and become a full-time, stay-at-home mom. It was also around this time that I felt the Miami sparkle was not the same from my new point of view. A change of scenery was definitely in order. So, it was off to San Diego, California, where son number two was born in February of 2001. San Diego was ah-mazing. I loved my daily trips to the park, zoo, and beach, not to mention regular visits to Mexico. But as life would have it, a new opportunity brought me back to Florida a few years later. I found myself in the Tampa Bay area this time, and this is where child number three, my beautiful baby girl, was born. Throughout the years, my creative personality cried for attention. I knew I wanted to write; and made several attempts to do so, but I really didn’t possess the knowledge or experience I needed to pursue a career in writing. It almost seems as though fate brought me to Orlando in August of 2009.
Having a new found respect for higher education, I felt encouraged to give college another try. I enrolled in college and hit the books. There’s no other way to say it, but I kicked ass the second time around. By August 2012, I made my way across that stage to accept my Bachelor of Arts degree in English and Writing. And I, unlike the vast majority of my student peers, had the fabulous honor of having my three children cheering for me—not to mention some pretty proud parents. I swear I heard my dad say, “It’s about damn time!” College introduced me to incredible pieces of literature I never knew existed, but more importantly, it helped hone my writing skills (which, come to find out, is really is a life-long process). I also realized through my experience, I genuinely enjoy the editing process. Apparently, this is something my sister seemed to know about me all along; I really like correcting people!