“I can never read all the books I want; I can never be all the people I want and live all the lives I want. I can never train myself in all the skills I want. And why do I want? I want to live and feel all the shades, tones and variations of mental and physical experience possible in life. And I am horribly limited.” – Sylvia Plath
I remember the day I fell in love with books. I was watching TV and my Dad came home and handed me a book, The Hobbit by JRR Tolkien. I had never liked reading before, but I thought I would give it a try. It was the most magical thing I had ever read and it fueled a love for reading that has shaped me into the person I am today, someone who is passionate about stories and sharing those stories with others.
I have been singing as long as I can remember and have a desperate love of music that has only grown in intensity through the years despite not having an outlet for this passion. My creative frustration is part of why I decided to start this blog. My second love is for the violin, which I started in middle school (late, I know). There’s nothing like the experience of conquering a difficult Handel concerto and being able to perform with your peers.
Being bi-racial at a college with a majority population has given me a unique perspective and interest in diversity and issues related to social justice. (I like talking about privilege and prejudice.) This passion has led me to pursue a career in higher education and access, where I hope I do some good in the lives of students.
My goal through this blog is to make my reader smile because they recognize me as not only telling my story, but theirs too. We all have shared experiences, some good, some bad, some funny, some sad, and they are all worth telling.