I’ve always known that I wanted to create. I’ve known ever since my kindergarten teacher first asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up. I wanted to be an artist. I won my first award that year for a chalk drawing of a house. It was displayed in the district office and I was a proud five year old. When I was in middle school, I took a photography class with my stepdad. I liked how you could capture a scene with an artist’s eye in just one click. I then wanted to be a photographer. My stepdad blew up and framed two photos that I took on a class trip and I was a proud thirteen year old. Later, in high school I dreamed of writing. I found myself interested in poetry, short stories, novels, and children’s books. I began to write in journals, with friends, for assignments, and inspired by prompts. It was fun. I wanted to be a writer. My first poem was published in a school anthology and I was a proud sixteen year old.
After high school, I did some common adult rites of passage. I went to school and received a BA in Liberal Studies and an MA in Education. I partied; I learned responsibility. I got married; I got divorced. I raised two children. Life became busy and my creative dreams, while they remained, were pushed into the background. No time to spare. Several years later, I find myself in an opportune position to let my creativity flow once again. This blog is a place to rediscover the flow and to share what I create.