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.

Our desires teach us who we are and who we want to become. Our desires shape our stories.

Writing makes a map, and there is something about a journey that begs to have its passage marked.

Friendship has no civil, and few emotional, rights in our society.

In the midst of overwhelming noise and distraction, the voice of story is calling us to remember our true selves.

History is what scholars and conquerors say happened; story is what it was like to live on the ground.

We live in story like a fish lives in water. We swim through words and images siphoning story through our minds the way a fish siphons water through its gills. We cannot think without language, we cannot process experience without story.