Stories That Matter to Me

Long before I began crawling, I began making noise. I found ways to express my small self. My beloved mother and father, Louise and John, listened as little as they could after I crawled into our rich-mahogany kitchen and clanged…

When I was around eight or nine, my mother gifted me a book called The Hiding Place by Corrie ten Boom. That book rocked my world. I realized then the power of words, the ability to translate and transform, to take…