Poet, Writer, Armchair Philosopher, Mother, Child.

You know that feeling you get when you’re really doing something you love? When you’re feeling it, you know? When the wind is blowing just right, and all the stars align just for you in that one, singular moment; when suddenly, you take a long slow look around you, and see as if for the first time? And you are absolutely there . . . when you are truly YOU.

You know?

(I know . . . I was supposed to write something about me in this About Me space, but really, I kind of did, didn’t I? This is it. That feeling. That’s the most important thing about me–that essence–and why I began this blog.)

Because everything interesting about me can be found between the lines.



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