Born and raised in the mountains East of San Diego I was always intrigued with the endless blue sky, why the ground could tell me it was going to rain and where the stream ended and began. I was also obsessed with boys for as long as I can remember. Countless diary entries on why I didn’t think I’d ever get married or find “the one” are hidden under beds in notebooks covered in pictures and gel pen doodling. As a 13-year-old girl all I could see was what was right in front of me. Time pressed on and I learned that the sky has no end, the streams begin and end and split and dry up all thanks to the seasons and the snow at the top of the mountains I longingly stared through my window, I learned that the dirt and the trees radiate their longing for the rain moments before they are satisfied and I learned that I would find “the one” hiding in plain sight. The urge to write came from deep within, I couldn’t feel a thing without telling the pages of my journal. Through the years I found myself engaged in a search for myself, finding letters and papers of those who came before me and those who made me. Once the fire was lit, I had to chase the flame. Flash forward to the current day, it’s safe to say that my life revolves around two things. My family and the past. Filled with baby smiles, snuggles in the middle of the night and the words on the page and screen that propel me forward into the future where I will see my babies grow and my curiosity met with facts and history, ever changing and allowing me the kind of joy only found in fairy tales.