“They’ve said and written grand, wonderful things. I hope you get to read and hear all of them, because there’s something so special in that experience, in falling in love with words. Feeling them like fluttering butterflies beneath your skin. Like whirlwinds in your head. Like a punch to the gut.” ― Fredrik Backman, Things My Son Needs to Know About The World Words have always worked for me. Things I said. Things I wrote. And I got so used to it working for me. I took it for granted. Over the years, things that needed to be said and written kept growing. The words kept flowing at a much faster pace that my mind couldn’t keep up with. Flowing almost became forcing. I mostly found myself filled with bursting words and that became a consistent part of my existence. Some of it found a voice in this world to heal while some created rifts. Some of it resonated differently and some of it was disregarded. Certain words arrived too swiftly, leaving insufficient time for...