I Write . . .

  • To make a mark, like initials carved on a tree, because the digital world is not enough.

  • To play with words and sounds because I can sing a tune only on the page.

  • To run wild and barefooted through a vast field of images with all their sparks and connections.

  • To be heard as a silent voice in the reader’s head because I am still that reserved, observant child  finding her voice.

  • To hand the gift on as a teacher, coach, mentor.

  • To participate in creating the world.

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