Within this blog are bits and pieces of my life experience, which I have much of. When I was seven, I wrote my first poem about the American flag and subsequently fell madly in love with words. Rhyming them, learning them, mixing them up like tiles on a Scrabble board. Turning them inside and out and using the alphabet as if it were my favorite toy. I love words. I love the power they can have. I love the support they can give. I love the sheer delight of using them however I please. I respect words. I try to be careful that the words I use do not cause any harm, as words can certainly do. Words are my gift. Words are my tools. And words are always there, ready and waiting for me to use them, as often or as sparingly as I choose. Words for me, unlock my vast range of emotions and tell the stories which I would otherwise be unable to do. Words dare me, taunt me and turn around in my head in such a way that I have to release them or they will not leave me alone. Whether good or bad, correct or incorrect, the words are my own and they are honest. This blog is the best of what I am able to do with words and I stand by each one. What I love most about words and the ones I have chosen to share here, is that they can reach around the planet and touch someone, resonate with someone, comfort someone and make them feel not quite so alone. Words, however they tumble out, have given me hope, courage and freedom. Words, my best friend, will always be there for me when I need them.