Why I Write

As we await the arrival of my big brother's first child, I am reminded of the day I became a mother. That moment was the beginning of a new phase of my life. I haven't been the same since. It was much easier to document that day and the days that followed with a camera rather than a journal. (Those pictures are worth thousands of words.) Newborns certainly keep your hands full. As a mother, I look at life through different lenses. I attribute much of that new perspective to the wisdom of my loved ones-- and some really good books.

There is a certain responsibility that comes with the written word. It should serve to enlighten, inspire, inform, and improve all who choose to read it. What is written should invoke thought and start conversations. Used properly, words have the power to uplift one's spirit and spur creativity. Words can certainly change the way the world is viewed.

I write out of a desire to share what I have been blessed to learn. I write to explore new territory. I write because I am inspired by my daughter's curiosity and love of reading. Writing makes me a better listener and teaches me to be patient. I write because I read and I read because I write. My hope is that what I put on paper will solve a problem or improve quality of life--including my own.

If the world is made up of givers and takers, then I am a giver for sure. For me, writing is another way to help others live better lives. This is why I write.

Keep your pen to the paper! Inspiration is everywhere...