When you were five, what did you want to be when you grew up?
At five, I cherished tales I spun,
Weaving worlds in golden sun.
Now I write, the dream lives on,
A storyteller never gone.
Ink and soul, a perfect blend,
A tale begun that knows no end.
When you were five, what did you want to be when you grew up?
At five, I cherished tales I spun,
Weaving worlds in golden sun.
Now I write, the dream lives on,
A storyteller never gone.
Ink and soul, a perfect blend,
A tale begun that knows no end.
What’s something most people don’t understand?
Chasing hearts to change their hue,
Like painting skies to turn them blue.
But winds will blow as they decide,
No force can tame the shifting tide.
To seek your joy in borrowed light,
Is to chase the stars and lose the night.
For happiness blooms where roots run deep,
Not in the hands you hope to keep.
How has technology changed your job?
Technology is not my boss, you see,
It bends to serve the will in me.
A spark that hums, a fleeting light
But I decide what’s wrong or right.
It types my thoughts with swift delight,
Yet words are born from inner sight.
A screen may show what scans reveal,
But only hands like mine can heal.
And though it speaks with boundless might,
It knows no pain, it craves no light.
Technology moves at my demand
A tool of steel, a mindless hand.
So let it fly, and let it race
I’ll use its strength, but set the pace.
How often do you say “no” to things that would interfere with your goals?
Saying no is not a fight,
Nor a shadow dimming light.
It’s the strength to stand and show
My heart knows best which way to go.
I don’t keep count of each denied,
For every no, I stand with pride.
For only I can truly see,
The path that shapes my destiny.
And if they question, doubt, or stare
I owe no answers, unaware.
What’s a secret skill or ability you have or wish you had?
I wish I had a secret skill,
To touch a mind, to shape a thrill
.
Where thoughts run free, no sorrow to see
For happiness dwells in all, silently.
Yet through my words, both fierce and free
I’ve long become who I wish to be.
What is your favorite type of weather?
Springish weather is what I adore,
A fleeting breath, then nothing more.
It blooms to teach that change is true
In fading petals, life is new.
Who was your most influential teacher? Why?

She was a storm wrapped in grace,
An echo of wisdom, clear in embrace.
An army wife, both firm and free,
She taught the strength of clarity.
Mrs. Mathews, in calm command,
Built worlds of wonder where I stand.
What do you wish you could do more every day?
“I wish I could, a little more,
Unveil the hearts that sealed their door.
To speak with warmth, to soothe and tend
A tender voice, a hand to extend.”
What tattoo do you want and where would you put it?
A butterfly upon my collarbone,
A silent quest that’s mine alone.
It stirs with hope and dares to rise,
A fleeting promise in open skies.
What is one word that describes you?
A seeker, restless as the turning tide,
Chasing whispers where mysteries hide.
Not bound by paths, nor lost, nor still,
Drawn by the pull of a deeper will
Through echoes and verses, Through shadow and gleam,
I waltz with questions, adrift in a dream.
Not lost, not found yet always free,
A seeker, forever unfolding in me.