I write because

I have to.

It took me a long time to figure this out. To learn that I can’t run or hide from the words I’m called to share. Eventually, the words catch up to me.

Being a writer means being vulnerable, making mistakes, and hearing from critics.

I didn’t want to be a writer. I tried to be anything but a writer.

Through years of trying not to be what I was designed for, I finally surrendered. Discovering since I was called to write, I must write. It wasn’t a choice.

This blog is where I show up,