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The world needs stories.

I love stories. Always have, always will. Whether it’s discovering a story or telling one myself, I don’t think a day has passed where I haven’t encountered a snapshot of someone else’s narrative.

Stories can be born from friendly conversation, personal testimony or faith systems. Whatever the source, stories make us human. I fully concur with author Philip Pullman: “After nourishment, shelter and companionship, stories are the thing we need most in the world.” Read the rest of this entry »

The real importance of reading.


This pile of books sits right by my bedside. I look at them each night before going to sleep, eagerly anticipating the experience of discovering the stories and characters therein.

I got all of these books as Christmas gifts, giving me an exciting reading list for 2013. Most have been adapted into films, only two of which I have seen. “The book is always better than the movie,” most people say, so I look forward to following up with the films afterward and making my own assessment. Read the rest of this entry »

Amazing books that are difficult to read.

“Have you ever read [title]?”

“No, I haven’t.”

“Whaaaat?! You HAVE to read it, it will change your life!”

Ever found yourself in this exchange and then, following the recommender’s advice, struggled to read through said book? I sure have. Read the rest of this entry »

Why story endings aren’t the end of the story.

Mr. and Mrs. Smith is one of my favorite movies. There’s that spectacular tango scene where the two lead characters interrogate one another on the dance floor. Great irony, slick editing and priceless expressions. Then they say it:

John: So much for our happy ending.
Jane: Happy endings are just stories that haven’t finished yet.

I’ve always loved this exchange. It makes me wonder: What happens after a story’s happy ending? Read the rest of this entry »

Dramatic irony and the core of adult lament.

The weather outside is beautiful, but I haven’t been able to get off the couch. That’s because yesterday I finally bought a copy of Room by Emma Donoghue, a book I talked about buying for months. I’m only two chapters in – granted the 400-page novel is broken up into five equal-length chapters – and it’s without a doubt one of the most terrifying books I’ve ever read. Read the rest of this entry »

Hope: The Rosetta Stone of every story.

When I read a depressing story or watch a movie with a tragic ending, I usually feel as though I’ve been kicked in the gut. It feels hopeless. Ironically, this seemingly hopeless situation points me toward hope – hope that what is broken will one day be reconciled.

Which brings me to this quote: Read the rest of this entry »

Spring time and creative story-telling. Yes, there’s a connection.

Via Homestation Magazine

Spring. Is. Finally. Here.

Technically it has been here for a bit, but when you live in the Pacific Northwest, the abundance of rain makes the season feel like an unwelcome extension of winter. Alas, the sun is shining and the surrounding vegetation is in full bloom.

I’m truly amazed by the array of colors and textures each time I look out my window. The same view year-round, but presented so differently with each season. Read the rest of this entry »

Why I find value in seemingly meaningless trinkets.

I carry a garage door opener on my key chain. I’ve had it for more than a decade. It’s broken, and I have no idea whose garage it opens.

I’m not a freak. I swear.

Flash back 10+ years: Gram [my maternal grandmother] had just bought a used Suzuki Samarai from a local guy on the island I grew up on. The first time she took me for a ride in her new car, I started opening different compartments to explore. When I got to the glove box, I saw something stashed in the back. It looked like a keychain. Read the rest of this entry »