Life opened it's door and out I walked with a pen in my hand! Have you ever been lost for words and then suddenly ~ *poof* ~ there's a flood? Metaphorically speaking, I see untold stories as festering wounds that need to be remedied through expression ~ Must be the nurse in me! I have always been comforted by words that capture and isolate runaway emotions ~ Emotions originating from my book of life and the lives of those around me.