Why I Tell Why Stories

Teri and her husband Rich, “the Professor”, at home.

I’m a seeker of answers to why questions (and a reformed bureaucrat and politician), free at last to write my heart. A compulsive communicator, I can’t help myself (and wouldn’t, even if I could).

I am a question-asking, story-telling thinker. Stories in general can be compelling, but why stories – stories that provoke deep thought and satisfy curiosity – fascinate me. I like them because I like answers.

When I was a little girl traveling the world with my parents and living in far flung countries like Uganda, Kenya, and Chile, I learned to ask questions by emulating my father who was always thinking. Always asking.

As you read my stories I hope you are more than entertained. I hope you think. Deeply. Ask yourself what’s the point? Do I agree or disagree and why? What does it have to do with my life and what can I take away from it? I hope that you walk away still thinking about my story. That’s a story worth reading. And telling.

Stories should make us weep. Stories should elicit loud guffaws from somewhere deep in our bellies. The really, truly good stories – why stories – do that and more. They leave us considering what was, what is, and what can be.

Why stories are worth turning over and over like a stone until the fullness of the thing can be seen, until we understand from a deeper perspective.

Why do I tell them? Because I have questions. Hidden answers sometimes reveal themselves as stories are written and I like that. I think you will too.


  1. “As you read my stories I hope you are more than entertained. I hope you think. Deeply.”

    But thinking (deeply or otherwise) makes my brain hurt.
    Just kidding.
    Glad I found your site….
    Wait a minute!
    You found mine first.
    (Me: always the maid; never the bride)
    To quote ‘Ah’nold’: “I’ll be back.”
    –Lance-the-weary (World Traveler)
    Hey! We should swap some Kenya stories.
    I loved my time spent in Mombasa (’86) and out in the bush.
    And I worked (years later in Afghanistan) with a lot of good folks from Kenya.
    See my series, ‘Letter from a South Park Jail.’


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