Rare is the time that I find myself at an actual loss for words. For as long as I can remember, every report card I brought home had the word “talkative” in the side bar. My own father even referred to me from time to time as “The Mouth.” Spoken words have always been my first choice of communication. When I am concerned, I share it. When I am angry, I express it. When I am joyful, I shout it. Talking is simply my M-O.
For the past twelve years my “gift of gab” has served me well as an educator. When I lack a physical audience, I turn to the page and allow my words to impact there. Words are utterly bound to the person I am.