Well…. Who I am is not nearly as important as how I became who I am. After all, it’s all about the trip; not the destination. My journey has brought many adventures, trials and passions. And I am still on that road to somewhere!
At the beginning of this strange and unpredictable voyage, I began to write. This passion has stuck, and throughout the seasons of my life this love of words has brought me joy and comfort. Because of this fancy I have for conveying my thoughts into prose, I can express my gratitude for the many other pleasures that have kept me happily dancing, (though on occasion barely moving) on this fickle journey.
Imagine if you will, a woman cuddling a baby while watering her many plants, with a stack of literature, classic and contemporary stacked neatly by her basket of multi colored yarn and knitting needles as she is dreaming of the mountains or perhaps the river and she is listening to classic rock while cooking and cleaning before choosing her next sewing project – and suddenly she is a grandma on a pink paddle-board waving to her sweetheart and her grandchildren on the shore while contemplating what she is going to write next…
Well, that’s me! Happy reading and may we share this adventure we call life together.