Tag: Storytelling
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The Presence on E Main Street
The presence behind me on E Main Street was real. And she was driving a Cadillac.
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2440323
It’s just seven digits. 244 meant Burien. South King County. Dad made me memorize it at six. I never forgot it and never dial it. But when I call Dad today, he answers.
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What Are The Odds
I got fired on a Friday. Made a phone call. Started a new job on Monday. Worked there long enough to memorize one name. Left fifteen years ago and never thought about it again. Then on Saturday, at a wedding reception, the woman sitting next to me said that name out loud. What are the…
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Theology Or Horror. Who’s Driving?
Patrick Holloway walked into that book club with four good points and a disciplined spine. Candice Pruett walked in with rubber bands and color-coded tabs. One of them was more prepared than they knew. The best lessons don’t come from conferences. They come from rooms like this. Theology or Horror. Who’s Driving? New post. Five…
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The Word Got Very Tired
“I was this close.” Danny shows the gap between his thumb and forefinger. “I had it on me. I just. I couldn’t.” “None of us did.” Ray’s voice is flat. The woman at the counter picks up her phone. Nobody moves. They have ten minutes. Maybe less. And everything that comes after depends on what…
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Stop
I saw the same post three times. Different authors. Same structure. So I ran an experiment. I replaced the candidate’s name with Jesus. It fit without a single edit. That scared me. This is what I found.
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Mrs. Sheldon
Did she see what was happening at home? Or did I just get lucky with my artwork? Mrs. Sheldon stopped to look. It was a hard year.
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Treatment. Or Freedom.
He thought he threw away 8 months sobriety. From a broken chair she offered grace. I almost kept walking. Three people. One hallway. And a lesson none of us can afford to miss.
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I’ve Got A Bad Feeling About This
Lucas panicked before Star Wars. Spielberg sweated before every release. Will anyone get it? I get that.
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What It Cost
Jasmine didn’t want to share in group. She told me that before she even closed the car door. What happened next is why your organization’s stories matter more than your data ever will.
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Driving to Gibson Instead of Mercy
She panicked and drove straight to Gibson. What happened next is the best argument for harm reduction you’ll ever read.
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The Warming Center
Every Sunday morning, she walks through the church doors, and it follows her. Nobody notices. Nobody asks. Today on Five Minute Observations, I’m writing about the cold that doesn’t register on any thermometer. And the only thing that actually fixes it.
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Refuse to Quit
She had no standing. No invitation. Absolutely no business being there. She walked in anyway. I’ve confused institutional pressure with correction, leaving the room believing I was the problem. I’m still discovering the difference between humility and surrender. New post. Short. Honest. And straight to the point. Link in the comments. Five Minute Observations.
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Why You Are a Story Worth Telling
A quiet moment at Flaming Geyser State Park. A question to my dad. A camera around his neck. I didn’t know then how much that day would teach me about storytelling and why our ordinary lives might hold the most extraordinary stories of all. What if the one you’ve been carrying is the one someone…
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Fighting for My Writing at Midnight
The coffee shop clock blinks an angry red glow—11:47 PM. My freelance article sits unfinished, due in eight hours. My finger hovers over the ChatGPT app. Three taps and I’m done. But fifteen years ago, a college professor taught me why shortcuts always backfire.
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Truth Is Always Stranger than Fiction
A late-night traffic stop becomes a reminder: storytelling connects us, grounds us, and makes us known. In a world of strangers, our stories are how we find our way home.