Prissy was born and raised in Lake City . . .
…a charming little town nestled in northern Florida. She has a small studio in her home, dividing her time between painting and writing. The painting came first, her canvases filled with paintings of children, landscapes, Florida, water, barns, and pets. Writing came a few years later. She awoke one morning with a yearning, a feeling surfaced from deep within. She had a story to tell. Her writing journey began that very day.
Prissy never thought of herself as a writer, most certainly never an author. Like many things in her life, writing evolved during the process of living. It would take four years before she finished her first book, having read, then arduously studied over forty-eight books on the craft of writing. She may never know where the urge to write came from, or really why. She is simply grateful it did.