In my work as a ghostwriter, I meet a lot of wonderful people with interesting stories and lives. They all inspire me, as does everything I read, hear, and see. Here, I am sharing the thoughts and ideas that come to mind when I think about the people I meet and stories I hear.

Through God’s grace, we come through the fire scathed but more whole once we shake off the ashes.

A young woman gave me a paper crane to remind that there is refuge, healing, and recovery. I held it for a few hours and then lost it.

On a black sign in white ink, a woman who had been abused as a child wrote, “What the fuck, Granddad. What the fuck, Dad. What the fuck, Uncle.” When I came home, I learned my brother has cancer. His daughter is getting married in May. What the fuck, God? What the fuck.

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