Updated: Apr 4, 2022
I have always found myself justifying my existence, as a writer and a woman, as a librarian and a content marketer.
I was 36 when I decided to just stop.
To just be who and what I felt compelled to be.
While my life has been tumultuous, there has been one constant through the peaks and valleys – the written word. I was the kid who worked crossword puzzles and jumbles from the puzzle page on the school bus. I attempted to solve Wheel of Fortune puzzles before I had been taught to read. I was always eager to immerse myself in language.
Words are the blocks from which we construct our world, and I think we can all agree that we need to build something better. And that is what I strive to do; that’s who I want to be: part of the solution.
I hope you’ll join me as I share my musings, poetry, and prose. I hope that some word hits you a certain kind of way and fuels your own creativity. I hope the whole process heals you even if it hurts, even if it involves the re-breaking of bones that didn’t heal right and the re-cataloguing of your scars, both visible and hidden. As Carl Sagan once famously said: “We are all made of stardust.” We are all the result of collisions, shaped by that master architect destruction.
We are constructed piecemeal…
Block by block.
Word by word.
Sometimes we nurture. And sometimes we burn.
...And sometimes they’re the same thing.
So, I’ll ask you to take a deep breath now and be what you’re compelled to be.
It’s more beautiful than you imagine.