Scheherazade I am not, but I’ve somehow managed to conjure up my own 1001 tales. It makes me wonder if any of them were compelling enough to have saved my life. I don’t know about that, but I do know that it has helped me find my life. Surely my reason for sitting down to blog has varied at every whim, but the true test, the “random post” button, reminds me that I am glad I documented so much. I love to go back and remember, rejoice in the triumphs, and cry over the painful disappointments. They are certainly not stories that would entertain a selfish king, but they are enough for me.