I see the world in words. Online or on pages. I love stories in all forms.
I was full-body clinging half-way up the face of a cliff when I realized that "can't" is a miserable word.
My journey is happy. The path I walk in my adventure shoes doesn't matter, but the person I am while I'm walking does. In those shoes I don't fail; I explore. I examine. I listen because I cannot yell.
I believe in words. I am a member of Dictionary.com, I listen to Grammar Girl podcasts, and I receive books about words most Christmases.
Chocolate isn't my first choice, and I never met a fruit I didn't like. I eat slowly, and I love food. When you come to my house, you eat.
Some have called me an old soul, but I think most clearly when I am my three-year-old self. Kids think I'm fun.
I love crying, but I don't get to very often. I also like hiccups but only when they belong to someone else.
There is a story in everything.