I used to be a poet and creative writer. Well, once upon a time, that is. My freshman year English Teacher was so impressed with my writing he insisted I join Young Chicago Authors. I was flattered, until I realized I just signed up to wake up every Saturday morning for an extra class… My 14 year old self instantly regretted that decision until-the outlet relief drove me to pour words into journal after journal. It was therapeutic, it was freeing, it was identifying, it was validating-it was ME. Fast forward to three kids, full time work, part time college, marriage, family , sick parents, loss, LIFE-got in the way of any words I thought would bless any page. I could not think clearly enough to dedicate myself to my craft. But, here I am, making MYSELF believe I have something of substance to share, to say, to write. Here. I. Go.
I’m not sure of anything. All I know is that, at any moment, life will surprise me. It will bring me to my knees, and when it does, I will remind myself, I will remind myself that I am my father. And I am my father’s father. I am my mother. And I am my mother’s mother. And while it may be easy to wallow in the tragedies that shape our lives, and while it’s natural to focus on those unspeakable moments that bring us to our knees, we must remind ourselves that if we get up, if we take the story a little bit farther… If we go far enough, there’s love.
~Life Itself
Vida Taina Luz 
Awe …brought me back to those Young Chicago Author Days where we scribbled on notepads, free writing….putting words to paper. I have witnessed and been moved by your creativity! Can’t wait to read more and see how life experiences have shaped the author that you are!
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This is beautiful Taina! I hope you keep sharing your writing gift. I relate to this and I look forward to hearing more. God bless sister!
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