Ronnie B Daniels

Born in Pennsylvania due to her mother delivering a few

days earlier than expected; Ronnie was flown back to Florida,

where she resided until age 14.

As a child, Ronnie, found herself engulfed in many books.

Partially, she wanted to earn a certificate. One that said,

“Ronnie earns a gold star because she read the most books this

summer”. As the boastfulness wore off, Ronnie learned books

can also show another perspective on life.

When Ronnie reached an age to travel, she did so very

enthusiastically. Traveling all over the United States, from

Louisiana to California and everywhere in between; Ronnie

finally planted her feet in Indiana’s soil, where she resides today.

Ronnie received the nickname, a nomadic gypsy. Her

fiance so graciously bestowed the title upon her due to her

many interests in college. From associates degrees in

Psychology, Criminal Justice, and an unfinished business degree;

Ronnie learned a Liberal Arts degree would have been

cheaper.

On the flip side of that coin, Ronnie was able to work

many types of jobs. Aside from having a non profit, she

worked for Arc Easter Seals, too. Her passion for helping

special needs teens and adults sadly came to end.

Having a child diagnosed with Autism, Pervasive

Developmental Delay, High Sensory Issues, a small heart

condition, KBG Syndrome and schizophrenic tendencies, Ronnie

found herself without childcare.

After many months of trying to work basic jobs, having

sitters in which didn’t fit the mold, and needing to home school

her son; Ronnie realized God was trying to tell her something.

Sometimes, it took a brick wall for Ronnie to see the light on

the other side.

So, Ronnie began soul searching. She wanted to do

something to help others and ensure her son received

unconditional love and support. Writing a list of all her skills

was easy. Finding a way to help others and be home with her

son was not.

Looking at the list, Ronnie checked off all but two

possibilities. She could paint murals! She decided to test that

theory at home.

Painting a wall seemed to take longer than usual.

Between her son: showing fits of boredom, needing food

breaks, having tantrums, and school work: Ronnie decided

this was definitely NOT a possibility.

Digging through her old files, Ronnie stumbled across

stories she once wrote. Like magic, things just clicked. Fine

tuning the stories came natural. Finding the illustrator was

like God hand picked and placed her in Ronnie’s path. Ideas

flowed and finding time for everything was a breeze. Could

life really be this easy? Could Ronnie devote herself to her

family and help others?

Well …. You can be the judge of that.