Thank you, Annie. Your story gives me life. I trust that you will live into many new chapters. I selfishly hope that you will share some of them with the world and me. If you don’t write more word stories, I trust that you will live into, dance into, kick into, sculpt into, paint into, sing into, craft into, your experience–discovery and expression in diverse ways. Silent and loud, fidgety and settled. You are a beautiful reflection of pain and meanings possible and emerging…breaking free and loving.