This is the power of art—stories, paintings, music. These things have the power to force us to stop and acknowledge some part of us that lies hidden beneath the surface of routine. They arrest our thoughts and expose our fears or our pain and give us the opportunity to reckon with it all.
The more I learn about reality, the more I marvel at it, because I believe the further you go into what’s real the more beautiful life gets.
The stories my parents, grandparents, and great-grandparents gave me intentionally make up my DNA just as much as the genes they gave by accident.
There’s nothing like the thrill of getting lost in a new story. But learning to appreciate and understand the full substance of the story beyond the thrill is even better.
This new corner of my website is dedicated reflections about stories—writing them, reading them, thinking about them. I hope you will interact, if you want, with your own thoughts, ideas, and questions. Because perhaps the only thing better than enjoying a good story is getting to enjoy it with someone else.
