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.
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!