A co-worker and I co-hosted a story telling night.  We each invited five co-workers who were all invited to bring one person.  The rule: everyone must tell a story, any story.  This was as much as anything a challenge for me.  A challenge to begin telling my story.  A challenge to push beyond being merely an observer and towards sharing that which often remains...

I grew up in a home in which often you couldn’t get to the other side of the room because there was too much stuff in the way. Cleaning meant trying to clear pathways and stacking stuff on top of other stuff which lined the walls of every room. Excess “stuff” elicits piles of emotions and memories for me: the fights, my mother’s sickness and...