I realized today that I have been writing stories all my life. When I was a kid I wrote stories in my little diary about my family and friends -- true stories.
When I met my husband, I wrote stories in my journal about the two of us -- true stories.
When I began having children I was compelled to write the stories I saw unfolding as I watched them learn about the world -- true stories again.
I wrote to capture the simple and breathtaking events happening around me --things I knew were fleeting -- so I would remember.
When I learned to draw and paint, I longed to tell stories with my art -- true stories about beauty, love, sacrifice, and of course adventure.
Stories connect us with humanity -- our own and that of people we will never actually meet. We cannot thrive without them. That's why we watch so many movies, read so many books, and spend so much time on Facebook -- to share our lives with each other -- our stories.
So...to my readers: Thanks for sharing little bits of yourselves with me in the emails you send and the comments you leave. Amid the intense traffic of the internet highway, our stories touch.