Why write?

To let the bats and skeletons out to play.

To free the bats from their belfry, so they can stretch their wings and fly, to see where they will take you as they head off into the night.

To bring the skeletons out of the closet, dust the cobwebs off and see if it’s time to let go and send them on their way, or to put them back to face another day.

(I hope your bats are friendly and your skeletons aren’t too scary.)


A story is footprints in the sand.

A record that someone was here and left a memory behind.