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

    “I cannot remember exactly the first time your soul whispered to mine, but I know you woke it. And since it has never slept alone.” ~ JmStorm Twent y-five years is a long time. Seriously long in fact. Like two and a half decades kind of long to be exact. We’re talkin’ back to the days of big hair, high waisted jeans and overalls. And let’s not forget my horribly dyed black hair if you want to get really technical about it. In some parts, life was simpler I suppose. I was young, full of energy, a bit shy, just finishing up college, and ready to tackle the brave new world outside my door. Twenty-five years ago, I still thought love was some grand, romantic, absolutely charming, picturesque fairy tale. Boy, was I ready to write my own story. But looking back I have had a lot to learn yet. Over the last two and a half decades, I’ve come to understand love, real, true love anyway is so much more than a fairytale.    How about it? Wanna go back a couple decades with me...