|I have so many stories to tell and so many ways I wish I could tell them. There are days when journal helps so much and other days when I can't stand to think about any of them. Sometimes I feel like I am running along the ridge of a mountain top and I go up and down. I love the terrain . I am writing them all down with some kind of vengeance. When I am done I leave that part of me. I leave it slightly healed. I leave it and move on to more. I feel this need to get it out and unload.|
The stories of my family.
The stories of my children.
The stories of my childhood.
The stories of my love for running.
The stories of my heart.
The stories of the people I have lost.
The stories of how I love.
The stories of me.