 While doing a search for the words, "We're all just stories in the end" (to see what would pop up), I came across a video for Doctor Who. The clips were all from episodes of Amelia Pond's adventures with the doctor (...and what do ya know, he calls her Amy). The words from the video had me glued to my laptop..."There's a little girl waiting in the garden. She's going to wait a long while, and she's going to need a lot of hope. Go to her. Tell her a story. Tell her she'll go to Sea and learn to fight pirates. She'll fall in love with a man who'll wait 2,000 years just to keep her safe. Tell her she'll give Hope to the greatest painter that ever lived. And save a whale in outer space. Tell her, this is the story of Amelia Pond, and this is how it ends." I sobbed as it played, imagining my own childhood, myself sitting in Aunt Mattie's precious rose garden and wondering what I'd done to make my parents abandon me. I'd have given almost anything for someone who'd wait and watch over me 2,000 years JUST to keep me safe. But what did it all mean? I'd heard of Doctor Who, but I'd never seen even part of a single episode and yet here it was, calling to me with messages that touched my own life in ways I'm only now beginning to understand. When I found this video, I'd just started telling my story on my writer's website, and like the fictional Amy, I'd waited a long time to find myself, feel worthy of love, heal and be free! I eagerly began watching Season One of Doctor Who, at first just desperate to come to Amelia's part, but sinking in to the story, itself and willingly putting that part on hold. The idea of traveling through space has always been an aching dream of mine and seeing the characters do it makes me crazy jealous, even though I know it's merely fiction. I've reached the first episode of Season Seven, devouring each adventure, including Amy's as I go, and metaphorically holding my breath, waiting. I don't know what I'm waiting for, exactly, except that I'll recognize it when I see it. And if I could, I wouldn't want to know how my own story will end. *Images @ favin.com (girl at the window) and bbcamerica.com (tardis, below). 
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I grew up in rural North Carolina. When I was only nineteen, I moved away and became a military wife. My only aspiration at that tender time in my life was to create an adult life that "fixed" all of the "injustices" of my childhood. Secretly, however, I wanted to reach for the sky! I wanted to be a writer and find ways to "save the world" (my mother used to say, "You have Save the World Syndrome".). Mostly, I wanted to matter. Archives
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