Katie had no idea that an after school geography lesson was about to change her life. She thought she was going to be learning about the exotic wildlife of Africa. Instead, she met a missionary who wouldn't stop talking about people she was sure she would never meet. Then he showed her the photograph of a boy who was covered with burn scars. He seemed to be looking right at her. Suddenly, she was drawn to deliver a message to that boy. If she wrote a letter to him, would it be delivered? Katie had no idea that her heart would reach Africa years before she did.
I started writing stories in the third grade, sitting at the kitchen table keeping my mother company while she cooked dinner or sewed. Now I still write stories, except at my own kitchen table. I started a family tradition several years ago of writing a story at Christmas to give to family and friends. Sometimes a few of us get together and I read it out loud, usually on Christmas evening. They always tell me they like them. Read one, and see what you think.