When I was 13 years old, I discovered the power of emotional purging. I could write all about my dysfunctional life, make peace with it and file it away. I have kept every word I ever wrote....30 years worth! I now find myself looking back through that stack of juvenile ramblings, and although my writing (and penmanship) were horrific, I am reminded where all stories get there start: LIFE. I am still writing, but now I'm not afraid to share.