Words, images, shapes. A story.

My mom told me two days ago to write a book. About my story, my life. I've been told that a few times before, but I guess things mean more to me when they come from my mom. It's always been like that. She gives me wings. She was the one that told me to go ahead and apply to the UA, that we'd figure out later how we'd do with the money. She was the one that told me to go ahead and buy the camera I'm about to go buy even when I was just half way in my savings to get it (there's a story here about good credit management and opportunity).
I'll start writing. And finding my voice. The right words. And the images that'll go with it.
I am blessed to have my mom.
I wouldn't want anyone else in that place.