As a young adult, with the increasing advent of technology being at our beck and call, I constantly wrote, sending my words as emails only to myself; saving them behind sacred usernames and passwords and creating an indelible link into the mirage of thoughts and ideas and feelings that encompassed who I was and the life I lived and the ideas and notions and observations that became apparent to me; as I found myself in this beautiful realm we call life.

As a wife, I navigated hallmark aisles and read the flowery words written by someone else but how could they ever convey my thoughts if not written by myself and I found myself attracted to the plain cards which left much space for my own words.

And as a mother…I have filled memory boxes for each of my children with notes about their quirky selves and stories of their births which have undoubtedly carved me into the woman I am today. Each of them have helped to shape and mold me in much the way that I dare to try to shape their beautiful beings.

As a daughter, sister and friend; I cherish hand written cards and save them all.

This is my story, welcome to it.