I have been writing since I was 7 0r 8 years old. I remember writing a piece of poetry about Anne of Green Gables for a contest. That started the long road of using pen to paper to express, to unclog, to release, to keep sane. Most of my writing has never seen the light of day. Much of it sits in a Rubbermaid container buried in my closet gathering dust, pages yellowing, ink fading. Perhaps some of it is better left unseen. And yet I am drawn to it every now and again. To journey through where I've been. To see who I once was. To see who I still am.
I will be sharing bits and pieces of the archives with you on occasion. Enjoy.