I have this love of children’s literature.  I’m not really sure why.  Maybe it’s because it makes me reminisce about all the amazing authors that initially made me fall in love with words in the first place.

By far, my favorite children’s author is Shel Silverstein.  His playfulness, his imaginativeness, his unbounded creativity are all things that I have admired immensely.  But my connection to his work goes much deeper than admiration today.

As I grew up, I realized that Shel wasn’t just a children’s author, he was a philosopher most concerned with the human condition.  His stories, those that send children reeling with giggles and glee, often have a much more profound meaning when an adult’s keen eye dares to look a little deeper.

And there’s one story in particular that defines who I am becoming at this very moment.  Shel wrote The Missing Piece Meets The Big O as an allegory to demonstrate how people must be whole within themselves first in order to sustain healthy and happy relationships.  The first line reads, “The missing piece sat alone…waiting for someone to come along and take it somewhere.”  The primary character, The Missing  Piece, spends a majority of the story roaming around looking for its matching piece, the piece that it can fit in to become a whole.  In the end, the story is really about growing out of that naïve view of love as a coming together of two soul mates, and realizing that if you’re whole on your own, you don’t need another person to fill a void in you, and another person won’t need you to fill a void in them.


This blog isn’t about love, or my quest for it, not in the traditional sense.  What this blog is actually about is discovering love for myself, within myself, for myself.  It is about truth, honesty, happiness, despair, fun, sunshine, rainbows, and downpours.  It is about my life, and the truest and most whole me that I can be.  I hope that you will enjoy reading it as much as I know I will enjoy writing it.