"The spur of delight comes in small ways." -Robert L. Stevenson

Whether you write professionally or for pleasure, writing is a form of nakedness, a cathartic yawp in which you put a piece of yourself out into the world for an eternity. Words are the sincerest way in which we attempt to convey the depth of our emotion, yet these words are eternally tied to our heart strings with the imperfect bond of humanity. We strive to express emotions which may be impossible to put into words. How do you write about the euphoric love which results instantaneously with the birth of a child? How do you pen the feelings of intense loss associated with the untimely death of someone dear to your heart? How do you write about those feelings which lie in the depths of the immense chasm known only as the human soul. Ironically, children can put such feelings into words with an innocence and purity which so many of us lose as adults. Children know the map of the human heart and can make their way through this maze with infinite delight, expressing clearly, concisely, and purely what we struggle to put into words. It is for this reason that I chose a theme associated with childhood.