We all, at some point in our lives, suffer through disappointments and hardship, grief and heartache, and moments when we’re sure we will break. For me, one of my worst moments came the day I looked into the mirror and found I didn’t recognize the person looking back at me. I can only say I was rescued from my none-too-brief departure from myself by a much needed and undeserved Saving Grace from above. When the fog finally lifted, and my feet found solid ground, I did what I always do when something is weighing heavily on my heart and on my head, I began writing about it.    

As someone who has always focused on fiction, I learned something very early on in my journey into self discovery. It can be a little scary. Be ready to look yourself in the eye and ask some really tough questions. And be prepared that you may not like all the answers.

I also rediscovered something I’ve always known. I’m infinitely curious about people and human nature. I want to understand why we do the things we do. And why we don’t do the things we know we should. I want to know why we let fear stop us from being who we really want to be. And why we’re afraid to show people who we really are.

Clearly, I have more questions than answers, but that won’t stop me from asking, nor from pondering into the wee hours. As a creature of habit, the only way I know to quiet the internal monologue is to write about it. So, to that end, welcome to The Good Heart.