I wasn’t born with a very loud voice; the volume seems to be stuck at three. In a crowded room my lips move, but the mute button is pressed.

Now is not a time to be quiet.

I’ve always had a thing for the beauty and power of words to stir the soul, to inspire, to enlighten. Pretty, pretty words.

The pen is unevenly matched in a world where sabers rattle and the loudest voice wins.

Words sometimes feel like a bird caged in my heart, thrashing and raging to get out. Fear is the clasp on the cage door. The written word in its quiet way, yearns to be heard.

This blog is a space to be brave and loud. This is a place where a whisper is a roar. This is the place for all the voices in my head, for humor, for happiness, for despair and dread.

Want to take a scroll? Content included here:

  • #DeskDrawer blog series for aspiring writers
  • Mother of a Date
  • Jury Story
  • Book Box
  • Heaven is a Gated Community
  • The Terrible Wonderful (work in progress)
  • Time and Scars (essay)