It all began, many years ago, around when I was 11 or maybe it was 12. We were living in the suburbs of Houston in a 2-story, 5-bedroom home. I had the first bedroom, up the stairs. One day, walking down the stairs, the words came to me. I was taken by the poetic rhythm, sequence of the words and knew I had to write them down before I forgot them. I ran around, feverishly, in search of a pen and paper.

Since then, words have come to me, I excelled in my Creative Writing class when I first attended community college. Though writing is not my passion (photography is), writing to me is therapeutic and a gift I find silly to ignore.