I am a writer by labor. I have no great propensity for weaving stories, inciting revolutions, even simply displaying thoughts and reflections. Nevertheless, the written word is my chosen medium. It is my connection to the past, my pathway through the present, my mark for the future. I am honored to follow the greats before me, humbly accepting that I will never capture the brevity of Hemingway or the windings of Faulkner, the wordplay of Swift or the idylls of Frost. Yet it is enough to know that I trudge on, appreciating language for what it is: an enduring instrument.