Phoebe Fox

When my brother, sister, and I were little, our parents read to us every night. I loved picture books, and my mom made sure to save them for me (always writing the date I received the book inside the front cover). Reading on my own did not come easily to me. I was a slow reader, and was even tested for dyslexia. Writing, however, just seemed to flow out of me. I wrote poetry and fictional stories for fun, and kept a journal all the way through college. Learn More