Crystal Granderson-Reid/ Author
CONTACT hibrooklynchateau@gmail.com
CONTACT hibrooklynchateau@gmail.com
Ever since I was a little girl I've been passionate about writing. My childhood was largely spent running barefoot with my two brothers and boy cousins around my grandmother's property. Yet within the plastered walls of my childhood home, life was complicated. Imagination provided a colorful escape when dark times prevailed. Writing was my release.
I'd spend hours drafting concepts for fictitious commercials. And more time facilitating full-on productions starring my brothers and cousins. By second grade, I'd written my first very short story entitled Three Blind Roaches (a complete plagiarism of Three Blind Mice). Although my mother lamented the subject matter, my second grade teacher, Mrs. Heaviside, felt my work had merit. I wrote what I knew.
My circumstances have since evolved and dark times are few. Somewhere between White Plains, a suburb of New York City where I grew up, small trips out of town, followed by grander trips to France, I was delighted to find mysteries of life beginning to unfold. I discovered I am a woman happiest to listen and observe. Over time, I began crafting my observations into life-size stories (essays, short fiction and a memoir in the works).
Since taking that initial trip to France, I dream of occupying a chateau in its remote countryside. The experience refocused my outlook on life and defined my place in the world. But while a chateau in France is the dream, Brooklyn Chateau is home to my storied life.
Ever since I was a little girl I've been passionate about writing. My childhood was largely spent running barefoot with my two brothers and boy cousins around my grandmother's property. Yet within the plastered walls of my childhood home, life was complicated. Imagination provided a colorful escape when dark times prevailed. Writing was my release.
I'd spend hours drafting concepts for fictitious commercials. And more time facilitating full-on productions starring my brothers and cousins. By second grade, I'd written my first very short story entitled Three Blind Roaches (a complete plagiarism of Three Blind Mice). Although my mother lamented the subject matter, my second grade teacher, Mrs. Heaviside, felt my work had merit. I wrote what I knew.
My circumstances have since evolved and dark times are few. Somewhere between White Plains, a suburb of New York City where I grew up, small trips out of town, followed by grander trips to France, I was delighted to find mysteries of life beginning to unfold. I discovered I am a woman happiest to listen and observe. Over time, I began crafting my observations into life-size stories (essays, short fiction and a memoir in the works).
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