Brawn, Katelyn: - At eight years old I sat down at my kitchen table with a box of Crayola 64 count crayons and off white construction paper to create a picture book full of colorful images for my mother.
I hope to do her proud..
My mama says I was destined to be a storyteller.
I want them to see that they aren\'t alone in the issues they face every day, both big and small.
Using a modern context and setting, I want to show girls that happily ever after isn\'t out of reach, even in the darkest of situations.
PUMPKIN PIE is the first of these stories.
I love fairy tales! However, I\'m certain there\'s more substance to the story beyond the traditional tale.
These girls are the true inspiration behind the books that I intend to write.
It\'s the greatest gift I\'ve ever given myself.
I love mentoring my group of skaters.
I teach artistic roller skating, craft beaded jewelry, and can bake a mean cupcake.
Because I\'ve always been the girl that couldn\'t settle on a hobby, I\'m involved in many things.
Yes, it\'s true, I was born a ninety year old woman.
Just to spice things up I sport a tattoo addiction to go along with my pleated skirts and double string of pearls.
Besides Rosie, there\'s nothing is this world I love more than a hot cup of tea, a blanket to crochet, and an old rerun of MURDER SHE WROTE.
I honestly think I like her more than most people (if you knew her you\'d be forced to agree with me).
My favorite creature on the entire planet is my five year old mutt Rosie.
I come from a loving family of two rock steady parents and a younger brother that is the coolest young man you\'ll ever meet.
Now, over two decades later, I\'m so excited to finally share my stories with the world.
My name is Katelyn Marie Brawn, I\'m a born and raised Baltimorean since the year 1988.
But on that day, she knew this would be my destiny.
She always said I was natural performer, never without a skip and a song.
That was the day my mother knew I was destined to be a story teller.
The adventure flew through cities and towns the flower had never seen before finally settling home again with its family.
Sitting her down, I walked her step by step through an epic tale of a flower that gets blown away from a field to journey on the wind.
Brawn, Katelyn: - At eight years old I sat down at my kitchen table with a box of Crayola 64 count crayons and off white construction paper to create a picture book full of colorful images for my mother
