There is nothing more peaceful than running a quiet pine-covered trail in the middle of the night. One’s footfalls are padded by the bed of pine needles. The long shadows and serene surroundings encourage quiet contemplation. The silence is broken by only the occasional owl.

Except when things don’t go that way…

I love telling stories. And a few people have encouraged me to share them to a wider audience. I soon began blogging my stories on substack before I ever thought of managing my own site. But now that I am, those I have told shall migrate here. And new stories will soon appear.

This post explains why I decided to listen to those voices and why I think you might even enjoy a few of them.