I’ve been a collector of stories all my life. When I was a kid, I loved listening to adults talk to each other—I’d be the one hanging around the outer edges of a group of adults, trying to hear the details they didn’t necessarily want to share with kids.  But my absolute favorite stories were the ones that my friends’ moms would tell me, those flashes of memories that gave a quick glimpse into their past or what they were dreaming of for the future.  While my friends would be playing outside after school, I’d stay behind in the kitchen, slowly eating my cookie and asking questions. Soon, I’d have a story– about growing up as an only child or a favorite childhood friend, where she had worked or where she hoped to travel one day soon.  Memory and dreams.  They totally fascinated me.

I’d skip out of those kitchens feeling happy, like I’d been let in on a secret. I learned how to listen carefully, to draw the story out of them with as many details as I could before they’d shoo me out to play.  Eventually, their stories shaped my own story.  When I was in college, I read women’s literature and wrote a newsletter for women; later, I collected women’s writing into an anthology and published interviews and profiles about them.  Now, as a book coach and editor, I help women bring their stories—their books—to life.  And I’ll be blogging about women who have big transformational stories to tell—about change, and hope, and new possibilities.

Everyone has a story to tell.  What’s yours?  I’d love to hear it.