We come into this life knowing what brings us comfort and pain; what we want and need. We are then taught to distrust what we know. It is only in the university of life that we slowly regain our knowing, where we begin to again trust those things our spirits tell us are true.
These stories cover a span of many years, situations and locales. But the reality is that place matters only in our consciousness, in our memories; a holding place. The stories I share are a reflection of some of those markers on the journey from self to self.
Later this year my short story collection will be laid bare for the world to see…Until then, I’ll be sharing a story here and there with you, and my thoughts. I invite you to share yours, too!