Sharing Common Thread Stories Between You and Me


Welcome!    I’m honored you’re here.    I reserved a chair just for you.

This is a place where I come and ponder three questions.

Why I write?  Why I read?  Why I keep coming back?

I come back for two people:  You and me.

Writing is like a conversation.   Two people sitting together sharing a few moments in these old chairs.

Maybe like you, I weave together parts of my story, experience and training hoping something connects with you.   Together, we create a common thread story. 

I know sharing common thread stories is new and unsure at first.

But, gradually, we learn each other’s voice.  And find a familiar cadence.

Like two rocking chairs moving back and forth sharing the same porch. Facing the same sun. Weathering similar storms.

Common Thread Stories

I bet you carry a “common thread story” in a back pocket.  A story woven with a similar experience and written on your heart.

This is a place where common thread stories connect with the depth and meanings of one word: Mend.

gently rehinged

For me, the meanings of mend echo through childhood memories.

Restoring an old afghan with my grandmother.

Healing my backside after being thrown from a horse.

Repairing a hurt I caused to a close friend after a disagreement.

Here’s a few common threads you may recognize in a part of your own story.

  • Repair a torn shirt or pants.
  • Rebuild a broken fence.
  • Restore a fractured friendship.
  • Renew a spiritual commitment.
  • Revive an old neighborhood.

If a story starts tugging at your back pocket, you belong here.

If a familiar experience taps on your shoulder, then stay awhile.

Pick up a few common threads lying around on these old benches and chairs.

When you find a common thread story, let me know.  

I love new connections!


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