We often refer to children leaving the nest as spreading their wings. My chickadee has flown to warmer climes to work on a cultural exchange. There is so much to learn. As she has gone, I find that I wonder who I am. What is my meaning? What am I to do in this new world? Ah, I know. It’s time to write. As she follows her dream, I must follow my own path. Here is where we diverge to meet again later.