How we remember, what we remember, and why we remember form the most personal map of our individuality.

Writing bridges the inner and outer worlds and connects the paths of action and reflection.

Every person is born into life as a blank page and every person leaves life as a full book.

Meaning drives us from despair to wonder, from confusion to clarity, from hesitance to confidence. And the only place to find meaning is in the importance of small things.

Story is the mother of us all, for we become who we say we are.

Forgiveness is the act of admitting we are like other people. We are prone to make mistakes that cause confusion, inflict pain, and miscommunicate our intentions ... The only choice we have is to reconcile ourselves to our own flaws and the flaws of other people, or withdraw from the community.

Story is the mother of us all. First we wrap our lives in language and then we act on who we say we are. We proceed from the word into the world and make a world based on our stories.