Brave Heart, Brave Soul. She who is brave is free.

“Running away from your problems is a race you’ll never win.” ~ Unknown We’ve all heard the story of the prodigal son. He’s notorious, right? He left home, packed his bag, took what was owed him, said adios to his family, turned his back and set off to see the world and live big. He was his own man, ready to do his own thang. You know how it is when you’re young. Our protagonist wanted nothing more than to live high on the hog, party, mingle with the masses and make a name for himself. OK. I know it’s a bit of a cliché, but I can’t help but think of Smash Mouth here. I’m envisioning our wayward son pulling an “All Star” move with his finger and thumb in the shape of an L on his forehead. I mean come on. Let’s be honest. On the way out the door he pretty much flipped off his family and disappeared. In the bigger picture, we can see what he can’t. Youth, money and good times don’t last. In fact, at some point we lose all three in our lifetime. You know this and so do I, b

“The strength of my soul was born on the backs of moments that brought me to my knees. “~ S.L. Heaton I was born with a fiery passionate flame. It raged in my soul. I longed to jump off buildings, swing from vines, wield a sword, build a lightsaber of my own, pursue the truth with Wonder Woman’s lasso and pretty much set the whole world on fire. From the time I can remember I’ve been this weird mix of introvert and extrovert. I can be both timid and unreserved at the same time. Red hair aside, most days I’m a quiet fighter. Now don’t get me wrong. I’m far from silent or stealthy. I could never in a million years be a ninja. Try as I might, you can hear me coming a mile away. I’m not loud per say, I just don’t have a mute button. My daddy can and will attest to this fact. After all, my nickname growing up was motormouth. I mean who could blame him? I was always talking. I always had a story to tell or a question to ask. As a little girl I’d spend hours sitting with my d