For me, writing is about control.  Or, more accurately, loss of control.  Maybe you are a writer, and you disagree because writing for you feels more like walking on the beach or getting a massage.  Well, maybe you and I should never meet for coffee.  Writing for me feels like getting naked in public.  It feels like falling to the bottom of a well and finding lots of creepy crawly things down there with you.  It feels like opening up a box of snakes.  It feels kooky and scary and out of control.  It makes me upset sometimes, because it makes me honest. -Shauna Niequist [Cold Tangerines, 134]

Herein is my collection of what I am learning (as well as unlearning), what I believe and want to believe–the chronological evidence of who I was, who I am and am becoming.

Photo Credit:  Lovelight Photography