I write because the words burn inside of me and keep me awake at night.
I write to understand, to process, to learn.
I write because songs and hymn texts can move a person to tears.
I write to remember the things that pass away all too quickly.
I write so that my children and grandchildren and heirs I will never meet will understand where they came from.
I write because words set me on fire.
I write because the written word can change someone’s life.
I write to inspire, to encourage, to motivate others who might be facing some of the same things I have.
I write because by baring my soul, I might be able to help someone else.
I write because there are people out there just like me before Julianna came, who know nothing about Down syndrome and are terrified of it. I write to reach them, teach them, and make the world a more welcoming place for my daughter and others like her.
I write because the gift was given, and the gift demands a response.
I write because I have something to say.
I write to praise, thank, and implore the God I can’t see, and sometimes to question.
I write because I love it.
I write to change the world…even a little.
I write because I have to.