I see stories everywhere

Everyone has a story. Everything is a story. I can't help it, but I see them and hear them everywhere. And, I mean everywhere.

It's an occupational hazard. Or an occupational gift. Or simply a fact of my life.

As a personal historian, someone who specializes in helping individuals, families, businesses and even communities preserve and share their stories, it comes naturally.

And the problem is that when I see or hear a good story, I want to write it. I want to write it now. It's so much fun and I learn from the impressive people I meet. I always say that if my jaw hasn't dropped at least once during an interview, I haven't asked the right question.

In my own family, there is too much that I don't know. Much to much. By the time I was interested in my family history, it was too late. I have what I call I-wish-I-knew-syndrome. That makes me like the cobbler's child who has no shoes. I'm a personal historian who doesn't have the stories that I spend so much time preserving for others.

But enough about me. With this blog, I want to talk about the people whose memories and lessons from life I've been honored to hear from them and preserve.

It will be an incredible ride. Hang on.