I have a yellowing 4x3 postcard preserved in a photo album. It's a thank
you note from the US Congress for an essay that I wrote when I was in 7th
grade. I didn't save the essay but it's comforting to think that I wrote
about the 'meaning of freedom' with such resonance that my teacher felt
compelled to share it.
I write because it's a way to find comfort in my foibles and my triumphs,
to take snapshots of my thoughts and emotions, to explore the
beauty and the ugliness of the world, to leave a legacy… and, most of all, to connect by finding
resonance with my readers.