I have been working and writing for as long as I can remember. One invariably trespasses on the other. I write, I suppose, to define the moments that were deprived of the attention they deserved the first go-round. Whether moments linger from love, tragedy or comedy, writing allows me to reflect and give them life again. This time with the attention they are worthy of. Writing forces greater reflection from the moments that mark my life. They beg that I define the relationship between us. Writing is the evidence that those moments and I are engaged in a love affair worthy of being remembered.