Story of My Life

I am a writer. My words form the map of the places I’ve been and the places in which I remain. My stories carry lifetimes beyond my own.

I am a global citizen; home at once everywhere and nowhere; traveling continent to continent and knowing world upon world.

I am a woman: a girl, a bearer of a better future with my strong heart and will. Never forgotten am I, women, in the upward diaspora of pain and hope.

I am a reader, a deposit of words. Ideas fill me and I only wish they were mine. I’ve been through history and past the present and deeper than the center of the earth.

I am the bridge between worlds: the observer of culture, the mender of the disconnected, the transportation of humankind. I lessen distance. I am the middlewoman. I translate the words of the speechless.

I am a human; I am a feeling-creature; I am a fellow-creature. I am the product of chance and a message. I am the carrier of comfort, the passion for change, the city on a hill.

I am not alone because I am of the world and have seen its masterpiece.