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​Since I was a little girl, I’ve always loved stories. I've loved the language we use to develop them, the illustrations we use to populate them, and the creativity we need to live in them.

 

Stories sustained me in crisis and cradled me in chaos. They wove in and around me to keep me together when I wasn't sure what else could.

 

But at some point, those same stories started bumping into each other, crowding each other out and looping around me with a subtlety hard to recognize. I found myself in stuck in the same problems, trying to find answers in all the wrong places, and missing out on the real business of living and making a difference in this world.

 

I realized something:

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The current version

Of me is nothing more

Than a collection of stories

I’ve believed and a

Series of ones I haven’t yet faced.

 

So I took my 20 years of teaching experience on a quest. A quest through my own stories I knew, the ones I taught, and many I'd never heard. 

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It's been a remarkable process, one that has absolutely turned me inside and back out in the best way possible. One that I'm still in the process of finding out.

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