As a child I've always loved writing.  Putting words on paper was simply something that I thought everyone did.  I never gave a thought about publishing because I thought that was something beyond the scope of what was coming to me naturally.  As I grew older, I began to understand the meaning of words, their power, consequence, and sheer beauty.  

 

     Words to me seemed to be ingredients to every recipe in life. Without words, life would be so bland and its expressive meaning would have been lost.  Little by little, I started to hear voices from somewhere unexplainable, echoing in my head, hence the title of my first book Old Echoes of a New Voice.

 

I thought that was all there was to my mind.  However, as my existence started to flourish, falter, and recover, I realized there is a philosophy to living and it was wisdom.  Thus came the second, titled The Philosophy of Thinking.

 

And here once again, I've been blessed to witness life in all of its splendor, with the thankful and unimaginable achivement of this third book, The Art of Words and for that I will forever be so grateful to my journey and all of the people along the way who have been my infinite inspriation.

 

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