I was raised to speak my mind.  I was raised to be kind.  I was raised to stand up for what I believe in.  I was raised to do no harm.  I was raised to protect those that cannot protect themselves.

I was raised to dream things and make them real.

I believe that there are stories that need to be told.  I believe there is mercy to be shared.  I believe that loyalty and purpose are not outdated ideals.

I believe that family is who you choose.

These are the things that drive me.

Language is the Garden, and Words are the tiny things growing there (not all of them are beautiful, but each is necessary).

I was inspired to start this page in an effort to nurture the tiny things and in the process become a wiser gardener.