Stories are canvases. On stretched displays we are invited to reveal our dreams and pain and joy and perspectives. Even when the composition of our story doesn’t say much about who we are our tone, expressions, sarcasm, and pacing all leak out the true content of our hearts. When we tell stories we admit that we bleed, and how. When we tell stories we share the realities that make us sing. And the very best, most honest stories always do both. After all, that’s a large part of the human![]()
