In the Middle of the Night, I Searched for Stories

In the Middle of the Night, I Searched for Stories

In the middle of the night, I would wake up under a heavy, red blanket. I’d peer out into my dark, little room from high on my brass bed and survey the shadows on the walls. If there was nothing scary, I’d slide the blanket off my little body and prepare for...
Your story is the most important story you know.

Your story is the most important story you know.

The year I was born was the same year The Rolling Stones released “Exile On Main Street”. I emerged into the world at a hospital in Bemidji, Minnesota. They told my mom I was dead when I was born. Discovering I was alive, my parents named me after a...