When I was a child, I was very creative. I thrived in environments where I could express myself. As a young girl with ADD, I would fashion worlds in my mind, going back to each fictional location as an escape from my school, my home…my life.

In adolescence, my imagination expressed itself artistically as well. Through painting, sketching, and ceramics, I worked out my thoughts visually. Many pieces were award winning, much to my surprise – I was shocked to be recognized for my intrinsic love of creativity.

High school was a flourishing of many things – writing, art, music, acting. Art was the defining characteristic most people associated me with.

I was thrilled to win state and national recognition, and be published in a book and national publications at age 16. My soul was content.

Then – life.

My passion for the arts and writing was raging still, but there were bills to pay, and mouths to feed.

I became a registered nurse. I spent over 20 years in labor and delivery and critical care. I loved my job, and poured myself into it.

When I grew up, I wanted to be a writer. An artist.

I grew up.

It’s time.

I’m excited to see what happens next…