This is me:

My name is Tris Hahn. Well that's my pseudonym anyway. It's a combination of a nickname given to me by my grandfather on my Dad's side and a very old maiden name on my Mom's side.

I was born and raised in a small town on the West coast of Washington State. My mom was a stay at home "housewife". She unfortunately left this world in 1998. My father worked in the logging industry and he also left this world five months and exactly one week after they would have celebrated their 47th wedding anniversary. I have one sibling. He is my older brother and we are very close even though we live very far apart from each other. I am married to my best friend and have two sons. As you can tell I am one of those sentimental people. Always have been and always will be. Too old to change now!

This is how it all started:

When I was very young our family moved into a different house. It was a different neighborhood and my closest of friends weren't nearby anymore. Also many of my friends who I had known since I could walk were moving away at that same time. Houses were cheap and jobs were plentiful so pretty much everyone that I knew were moving up in the world and that meant renting or buying a new house and moving to a different part of the city. This included my family as well. During this tumultuous time in my young life I started writing several short stories and poems. But school got in the way and life in general and so I put them away.

I had always been a reader. After reading each book I wanted to read another one and another one. Reading so much is actually what got me to wanting to write to begin with.
After reading quite a few books in a very short period of time I dug up those stories that I had written. However after all of the books that I had read I did not feel they were even worthy of anything compared to those stories. So I threw them all away.

When I think about that moment I could scream. Was I ever stupid! At my young age I did not realize that the books that I had been reading were written by established and very talented authors at that time not a kid in middle school.
I gave up writing for years and years. But I still remained an avid reader.

As I got older and my life and my age was advancing I felt there was still something missing in my life. I had a loving husband, two wonderful sons but there was something . . . Something that I had to do for just myself...