My mother's family is from Louisiana. Growing up in southern California I thought Louisiana was the best place to be from. My maternal grandfather, Arthur "Pops" Smith, worked on the railroad and brought his wife and nine kids to Los Angeles from Shreveport, Louisiana in the late 1940s. Decades before my birth, he started a series of successful businesses. My grandmother, a stay at home mom, was the glue and matriarch of the family, big and tall in stature, she was affectionately called "Big Mom". The family originally settled in Watts, a suburb of south Los Angeles where the kids attended school and eventually moved on to Compton, a city a little further south. As my grandfather's businesses continued to grow, he and his wife moved to a newly developed city called Carson, just a little more south of Compton.
My twenties were full of everything. Getting my feet wet with new experiences, new places, new people, you name it, the world was my oyster. My thirties I went full speed into exploring all that life had to offer, especially in the dating scene. With a little more experience and knowledge under my belt in my 30s, I took the bull by both horns with no fear. I was educated, confident, attractive, and full of sexual desire. I had enough amazing dates to write a best selling romance novel.