title: Follow My Pen: Inspiration (Follow My Pen: Inspiration. Knowledge. Poetry) (Volume 1)
author: Tiffani R. Addison
description: My name means "Gift from God," and my purpose in life is to be just that. From a young age I remember my peers looking up to me for leadership and advice. Although I did not fully understand it then, I do now. So I am using my gift of words and writing to share my thoughts, prayers, and devotions with others--in hopes to inspire, motivate and encourage you through your daily walk of life. I received my Bachelors of Science degree from Georgia Southern University and am currently a Master of Fine Arts (MFA) Writing Candidate at the Savannah College of Art and Design. I have been blessed to work in radio, television, print and online newspaper and magazine, sports, and the fashion and non-profit industries for seven years. All of my experiences, loving family, great friends, and many people I have met along this journey of life, have led and pushed me to share what God has given me. My prayer is that through these words you are inspired to share what God has give you as well. I was born in Arizona and raised partly there in Phoenix (Glendale to be exact), and in Georgia. Since graduating from from undergrad I have lived in Virginia, California, and Connecticut. I love to write, I love music, I love to sing--I love to cook/eat, I love fashion, I love to travel, and spending time with loved ones.
zlib_text: DEDICATION
  For you, faithful reader
  
  EPIGRAPH
  My love for you is a journey.
  —Anonymous
  
  CONTENTS
  Cover
  Title Page
  Dedication
  Epigraph
  Chapter 1
  Chapter 2
  Chapter 3
  Chapter 4
  Chapter 5
  Chapter 6
  Chapter 7
  Chapter 8
  
  Chapter 9
  Chapter 10
  Chapter 11
  Chapter 12
  Chapter 13
  Chapter 14
  Chapter 15
  Chapter 16
  Chapter 17
  Chapter 18
  Chapter 19
  Chapter 20
  Chapter 21
  Chapter 22
  Chapter 23
  Chapter 24
  
  Chapter 25
  Acknowledgments
  About the Author
  Other Works
  Credits
  Copyright
  Back Ads
  About the Publisher
  
  1
  The air traps hot inside my lungs as I
  hover outside the van, peering within,
  studying the shadowed depths, so
  reminiscent of another van not so long
  ago. This one is empty, but soon I’ll
  occupy its space. Alone. My eyes start to
  burn from staring so hard at my soon-to-
  be prison and I blink swiftly. This is my
  choice, I remind myself.
  “You don’t have to do this,” Will
  says, holding my hand, his fingers
  brushing back and forth against the
  inside of my wrist, making my pulse
  jump to life, and I sudd