not a city girl, born and raised in south Detroit
she took the midnight train goin' anywhere
Well, she wasn't going just anywhere. She was on her way to something that she couldn't describe, just like when she was tiny and didn't have a word for watermelon, but she knew that was what she wanted. Is it any wonder that she has spent her life looking for words? In books. In magazines. In the newspapers, television, movies, songs and in the sky?
Along the way she's made some of her own. It helps to be able to make them up when the ones you have are limiting. And when all else fails: dance. Sing. Play along until that moment when the words finally do come.
She doesn't keep them to herself, either. She shares her thoughts, ideas and whimsy across the globe - the very globe she hopes to save for her son and his children. She tells her son stories. Some of them are true and some of them are gloriously made up. Sometimes they are wild mixes of both.
She's visited castles in Europe and temples in Mexico. She's jumped out of a perfectly good plane to fly through the air, and she swims in any body of water that will hold her. She's searching for something: a quiet moment or the perfect word.
Whatever it is, I'm betting that she finds it. That would be the perfect gift.