Why

I was reminded recently of the inspiration for my name here.

“I, with a deeper instinct, choose a man who compels my strength, who makes enormous demands on me, who does not doubt my courage or my toughness, who does not believe me naive or innocent, who has the courage to treat me like a woman.”

I am in my 38th year, and still feel like a child. What I do know, I hold as my own gospel. I cling to it. I'm not certain if that is ethic or error, and I turn inside out when I examine it too closely.

What I don't know is endless.

What I don't know is growing daily.

“And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.”