Stories Matter

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The past beats inside me like a second heart.”
― John Banville, The Sea

We are swimming in a sea of selfies and Instagram photos. Our history is being recorded on cell phones and our stories are being told in clever hashtags. Pictures are rarely printed- we simply release them into the cloud with zillions of bits, perhaps never to be seen again.

Our fine moments run together like ingredients in a recipe. At first, it is easy to see that the egg is separate from the flour and the milk from the oil – but with a few quick turns of the wooden spoon, a gloppy mass forms in the bowl- and it goes in the oven- come what may.
We bake the batter of life.

Pictures, journals and stories help us to extract the ingredients and understand the flavors — they unravel the mystery and tell us why one loaf tears like leather and the other like cotton.
Why one loaf is savory and the other sweet.
Why one loaf is dry and the other is doughy.

Stories matters. As mothers and fathers in the digital age, we must do something old fashioned and print the photos stored on our phones and in our hard drives. We must scribble a few sentences about our moments. Not “Children’s Museum, 2015”, but rather, “He never wanted to leave the water table- he played with the dam system for hours,”

Because lo and behold, he is now an engineer.

“Experience had taught me that even the most precious memories fade with the passage of time.”
― Nicholas Sparks, The Wedding

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Quotes from: Goodreads
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mage from JoAnne Ouellette, The New Curriculum Arithmetics, Copyright 1935

4 thoughts on “Stories Matter

  1. I started the stories for the daughter I gave up for adoption with journals, not even knowing if she would ever read them. From journal to typewriter, to computer to printed page, to published book. Whether her story is ever read by her, is beside the point; it lives in those pages and I can still open the pages to breathe it in deep.

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    • It’s amazing how journals can be places of healing and how they become safety deposit boxes for anguishing joy and sorrow. My brother-in-law, who is a professional photographer, says that he believes history is being lost as our computers crash and our flash drives disappear. I’m glad there those that write books. Thank you for reading and commenting ❤ hearts connect.

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