My Philosophy

My fingers are powerful tools. My fingers, partnered with my brain, know how to work together. They make things happen, they create art, they tell stories. My seventh grade teacher taught me that no matter what, just keep writing words. Even if I run out of ideas, continue to type and continue to move my fingers because ideas will continue to flow as long as my fingers flow. Sometimes I start with one word and that will lead me to storytelling, to writing. I started here talking about my fingers and it led me to think about that time that I sliced my finger open with a potato peeler, and that time that my brother slammed the door on my fingers, and that time I watched the angry man in the big red truck stick up his middle finger. It’s fascinating how our minds race to so many thoughts, ideas, and stories with one simple word to start. Writing our ideas down on paper is an amazing thing. It’s amazing how we have created this language and this way to project our thoughts and ideas, yet somehow we don’t appreciate it nearly enough. We see writing as a burden and as a chore. Writing should be something that brings us joy. Not everyone uses their stories and not everyone uses their fingers. Imagine if everyone wrote to release his or her creativity, to become an artist, a writer, a storyteller. Let it out on the page and don’t think about writing for someone else, think about writing for yourself, think about telling your stories. If we each don't tell our stories, then no one will. Writing is an honor, a gift and somehow, we don’t appreciate that nearly enough. We don’t appreciate the magic of words, of language, of storytelling.