Stories of an ordinary person… about where I come from, where I am and where I think I am headed.

I am an ordinary person. But then again, there is no ordinary person. Everyone is extraordinary in the sense that there is no “normal” or “ordinary” in terms of categorizing a person. Everyone is unique and has stories to tell. My stories are for my children. Hopefully, they’ll want to learn where I come from to learn about themselves. Hopefully, they care enough to ask where I am and where I think I am headed.