Praises of a Thousand Generations

I was born with an overabundance of words. They bubble up inside of me and ooze out of every pore. I can’t help it. I even coach myself on self-control in social settings, yet inevitably walk away thinking, “Why did I just talk so much?” It’s a blessing or a curse, depending who you ask and when. (If you asked my mom circa 1993 after one of her “Sarah, sweetie, mommy’s ears are tired.” schticks, she probably would’ve voted the latter.) But it’s also a blessing. In the past several years, I’ve gotten to use my words across amazing, humbling platforms.