What I believe, love, know and want

I believe in the power of words; they can lift someone up or bring them down. They can take you across the globe, into space or to a different dimension. You can lose yourself in words written by others, or you can be the one to make people laugh, cry and muse over your story. Imagine having that power at the tip of your pen…I believe, that would be awesome!

I love a good story, any kind of story. The genre doesn’t really matter as long as it’s a compelling story. I have to be able to relate to the characters, to feel I am the character. I love authors who manage to make me revise my opinion of a certain character. Jodi Picoult is a perfect example of this type of storytelling. Lastly, but also what mainly triggered my passion for the written word, is a writer’s ability to talk about nothing at all and yet retains the reader’s rapt attention till the very end. My hero: The booger-loving humor columnist of the Miami Herald back in the 80’s; Dave Barry.

I know that there are many ways to tell a story and that I have to discover the right way to write mine to turn it into a compelling one.

I want others to read my work and come away laughing and crying and thinking…I can’t wait for her next book/story!


It’s really true what they say, sometimes you must stop (or at least slow down) and smell the flowers. Life moves faster than the speed of light and if you don’t put on the brakes occasionally, you might miss the best parts.

At the end of my bike ride this morning, a small bird made a flyby, slowly diving into a lazy turn alongside me, almost bumping its little tush into my helmet, only to fly off into the distance, increasing altitude and speed.

I couldn’t clearly see what type of bird it was, because it was dark out, the sun still struggling with the night to get those first rays of light seeping into the dusk hours. But the shape and size suggest it was probably a yellow oriole.

I felt like the bird hadn’t miscalculated the turn, but simply dropped in to give me a friendly, ‘good morning to you’ salute. It made me slow my pace (just a bit) and I became more aware of my surroundings.

Usually, I’m so focused on pedaling at a ‘heart-popping-out-of-my-chest’ pace, to be able to keep up with the boys, that I don’t truly notice anything else around me, except for maybe potholes, cars, other cyclists, stray dogs and early morning joggers (almost ran over one of those once, but that’s a different story!).

But now I was suddenly hearing at least a dozen different bird calls all around me. It made me wonder if they were each reaching out to their own species or if it was a general call-out; the bird community starting their day with a ‘Good morning y’all’.

It was a beautiful sound, and as I picked up my pace again, the medley of songs accompanied me the rest of the way home, cheering me on. It was the best playlist I ever listened to.