When I was a young girl growing up in Michigan I always dreamt of one day being a flower. I’m not fooling. I would yearn for the day of one day morphing into a big beautiful sun flower. Filled with hundreds of thousands of seeds, swaying to and fro in the wind, the sun on my petals and my roots firmly gripped in the cool welcoming soil. I would walk among the flowers, smelling them, touching them, feeling them… it was as if being with them helped me become them. I needed help then, and I still need help now.
