by Tracy Rose Stamper 

The realization knocked the wind out of her, dizzying her at the edges. How could an entire life’s trajectory take such a drastic turn in a mere instant? Her middle-aged self vividly recalls the adeptness with which the word ‘pacifist’ had taken hold of her young mind, capturing her imagination, her tender heart, and her deep knowing that her rhythm was different than that of the world around her. Even before fully grasping the word, it had become a core part of her identity, guiding how and with whom she crafted her life. Her dedication and devotion were unflappable. Then, she met him.


Tracy Rose Stamper dances with words while flirting with the art of succinctness. You can find her dancing here.