A good friend of mine, Elizabeth Kirkwood, is the inspiration behind the name. She often compares herself to a mockingbird or bluejay. One day I started pondering which particular bird would fit my personality. The house wren came instantly to mind. They’re small, effervescent, fiercely protective beings — much like myself.
And where does the “curious” part come in, you say? Like a wren I’m contented in my familiar surroundings, but a life of books has fueled in me an eager curiosity about this universe of flame and color, and the souls it houses.
So I fly.