Some stories begin with memory.
Some begin with myth.
Some begin somewhere in between.

Every Sunday, two stories arrive.
One drawn from lived experience.
One from somewhere imagination wandered first.

They speak to one another across time, distance, and memory.

If you’re looking for a place to begin, you’re already in it.

If you’ve been reading for a while, keep going.
Not every story is ready to be read.
But every story hopes to be remembered.

From here, the stories eventually find their place within four collections:
Flight, Shelter, Smoke Signals, and Notes from the Garden.

Read the stories, hereand here