August Alchemy: Day 1

Begin where you are.

Where do you think your story began? In the cradle, or maybe your first laugh on a sepia photo? Or was it the red-cheeked girl with ribbons in her hair?

What I have discovered for myself is that my story began long before any of that. Before any hands held me, and long before they decided what to call me. And thank heavens my Dad got his way, because my …