When I stopped being afraid of the dark, I didn’t tell my parents. They might have turned off my closet light. I treasured the time spent on the floor, reading books by the closet’s glow. I always knew I would write.
My youth group leader told me I had a knack for facilitating. So I did. After years of leading youth group events, committee meetings, visioning sessions, and work projects, I agreed with him.
I accidentally fell in love with numbers while working as a university administrator. They became a way to tell a story and to understand something new. Curious, I decided to add data analysis to my repertoire as a storyteller.