God gave me a gift. I am not saying He gave me a talent...no. He gave me a gift, many in fact. The gift that I write about is the gift of writing. I love my writing. I have been journaling my days, thoughts and feelings since I was a little girl. It has alway been the way that I try to understand my life. The way that I tried to forgive and process the whys of my situations growing up in such a confusing time of childhood. It was how I tried to save myself with poems and make a bad time seem beautiful in away. My writing grew up as I did and I started to write fiction stories about ghost and mysteries but then one day I just stopped. I became a Mom, small entries in a baby book was all I had time to do. Until almost 13 years later I found my love of writing again...I didn't know just how bad I was going to need my old friend.