Why I Write

I write because I have a voice and things to say. I write because my little boy cannot speak for himself.

I write because I was so alone when he became sick and our world turned upside down.

I write to not hold things in. I write to make myself strong for him.

I write so that maybe someone will see this and maybe not feel so isolated and reach out. I write because words are powerful and can build community.

I write because I survived dark times, survived hearing the worst possible scenarios from doctors laid out on tables like a losing hand of cards. I write because he proved them wrong.

I write to fight, to advocate, to challenge and to dispel myths. I fight his dragons with words and actions rather than swords.

I write because I want to make a difference.