Fear—we’re all afraid of something. None of us want to fail. It was too late to change my mind. I rode down . . .

My heart beat hard in my chest. My head kept telling me if this isn’t one of the most stupid things you’ve ever done, than I don’t know what. No one is going to come. My mouth was dry—I couldn’t even whistle.

from a reader: When my mom lived in Ohio she made it to the State Final as a Quiz kid.

In this present era of unusual cruelty and persecution of others in America, Cloud of Witnesses provides a gentle reminder of what it is to wonder, to love, to experience suffering and loss, and how letting go is also a bridge to joy.

As a kid I rode my bike everywhere.

If I want a story to be interesting I have to use the storytelling process to enliven it.