“It’s not where your dreams take you, it’s where you take your dreams.”

Maya Angelou-poet, author, storyteller, civil rights activist

The idea of becoming a published writer lingered in my mind for a number of years. However, it seemed unrealistic and in some ways self-serving to actually pursue making it happen. You see, writing has always been good for me and to me. Writing provided comfort whenever I poured my joys and struggles onto the pages in my journals. In personal letters, writing offered an opportunity to share my vulnerability with family and friends as I expressed my gratitude, apology, or forgiveness. Writing poetry taught me that words matter and they create art from thoughts and emotions. Like a BFF, taking pen to paper has always been a deeply personal and private relationship I shared with writing…or so I thought.