may '99 her story starts before she was even around to tell it, as it does with most people on this planet. her story starts with a question she only learns to ask later on in her years, namely: why can't parents just stay parents - instead of being people? her story starts like a romance that trades hands, where two's company and four's a chore. and three's a family, no matter how long it takes to get there. the portrait was pretty, and then it got prettier - puzzle pieces falling apart to make something even better.

her story starts with a father and a mother, and a wavering heart. then a mother, and another, and growing up.

august '05 her story tells us all about talking so loud, their words don't even reach your ears anymore. her story tells us to just stand a little taller.