I’ve wanted to write ever since I can remember. It’s been an outlet for me in times of happiness as well as sadness. Over the years, I have written on and off. Somewhere along the way, it became more off. The death of my father in 2008 prompted me to begin again. It started with simply writing down feelings then morphed into writing letters to daddy. It was therapy for me. It was also a huge release of emotion, some of which was literally strangling my soul. In starting to write again, I was able to stop a deep depression and breathe life back into my inner child. I hope that by sharing my stories, I am able to inspire and/or connect with others who may have also lost their way at some point. As long as my words can bring a tear, create a smile or evoke passion, my heart will forever be full.