I’ve been a writer since I learned the English alphabet, and throughout my growing up years I discovered that picking up a pen expressed things deep within. These thoughts sometimes surprised even me. It was fun most of the time. In moments of distress it helped me to debrief in a safe place. And poetry flowed as easily as prose.

I was seven when I climbed up onto my mother’s desk chair and carefully typed out my first poem:

Lemon and lime
and what’s the time?
Six o’clock
and around the block!
Soap and paper!
Can you caper
around the block
in half that time?

It rhymes and has alliteration and meter. That’s about it. But it started me off on a journey of playing with words, and using words to express my deepest thoughts.

I hope to share both kinds of writing in this blog while digging into the stories of what God has been teaching me. Welcome to the adventure!