When I was a kid I loved sparkle and neon lights. Valentines with lots of glitter and candy boxes with pink satin linings. I loved to choose from a big box of crayons.
Today, the people I meet are like new crayons in my box. I love all the smiles—crooked, shy, wrinkled. My jaw drops when I hear about their courage in starting new lives in my country. I swap stories with mothers in our varying stages of parenting. I commiserate and celebrate with artists about our creations.
I cherish this tapestry that is America--a daily discovery of people and stories. They light my world. I love the diversity. I love the sharing. I love when minds are opened. I wouldn’t want it any other way.