My first story ...

For his second Christmas, Mike Stephenson got a dog, Chris.

Honestly, I can't remember the first story I ever wrote. Maybe it was three sentences about Mom. Or maybe Dad? Could it have been about the dog I got for my second Christmas or is that just an excuse to run a picture of me and the dog? Maybe it was when I was 4 and they brought home the first of my two brothers.

I really don't know, but I've been interested in stories from the time I was born. My dad was a newspaperman. It kills me that I can't seem to find the picture of me as a toddler sprawled across the newspaper with someone's glasses pretending to read.

I've been fortunate to have been reading, writing and editing stories ever since. That's what this site will be all about. Everyone has a story. Let's keep telling them.