When Elizabeth Maxon invited me to share one of my stories on her blog, I thought for a moment. I have a lot of stories, and a few big ones that shape all the others. What should I write about? My thoughts turned to the series of posts I wrote last summer after opening an old trunk filled with mementos.
One post in particular shined a spotlight on itself. I didn't question it very long. Instead, I reshaped it, with an even greater understanding of where I am today. Doing what I love to do— telling stories on my own terms—was born from one of my greatest losses.
Elizabeth, thank you for the opportunity to share this story on your soulful, inspiring blog. And friends, I'd love it if you'd follow me there.