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.