These are some of the fingerprints of my life, left upon my heart, whether gentle or harsh, intentional or accidental, they are now a part of me. As you gently venture through these pages, understand these are parts of the real me that few ever see. If you find an occasional stray hair here or there, they are a part of me too. Imperfect, real, celebrating, and grieving, in joyful times and sorrow...working it all out as I write the story of my life.
