Pounds of pecans and plates of peaches, a southern drawl to boot; Aziza Sphinx sees the world through a canopy of weeping willows while stopping to smell the roses. Family matters, and not just blood, for those who take care of us are the truest who stand and fall during the winding road. When the hills and valleys of the journey summon and the pen becomes mightier than the sword, this is the world Aziza Sphinx breathes for.