Growing up in the D.C. Metropolitan area, I've always been surrounded by bustle. Bus and train systems, the intersection of traffic and driving in the District of Columbia/Maryland area, the transformation of neighborhoods, and even the vernacular and dialect demands clear communication in order to survive in one of the nation's busiest corners. Without it, I'm uncertain whether I would be here to share any of this with you.

I believe that communication is vital to human existence. Any failure to do so or lack thereof, has always been proven to yield the worst consequences.

I believe communication is the cosmic force that allows a mother to answer the call of her infant's hunger, or how a bee pollinates a flower, or how pilots receive the information that is needed to safely land an aircraft. To lie my head down each night and know that I have nourished the body of human communication through my evolving journalistic talent fuels my sense of belonging, passion and purpose.