Dear Graceful Reader,


I am sitting at my messy desk, looking at the truths of my life.  I am a mother, a wife and a 46-year old student, going back to school for a college degree.  I wear second-hand black London Underground shoes, worry how we will pay the bills and leave streaks of gray in my hair to remind me that I am a middle-aged.


These are the truths of my life. 


The college degree is to make up for the insecurities I have about myself and my capabilities.  Too long I have felt inferior because I never finished college, forever stuck in routine secretarial jobs, never making any ‘serious’ money, never believing in myself. 


Now I take Honors English courses, work at the college’s writing center and write well-researched papers.  I can feel my independence grow like a tiny embryo inside the womb.


I am elated to discover that I have a strong and versatile mind.  Like a river, my mind bends and weaves concepts in logic and literature, philosophy and physics. 


Even though my logical mind screams, ‘this is impossible,’ my romantic mind dwells in a place of mystery and exquisite risk.  There is nothing more frightening, or more invigorating.  Where will this new knowledge will take me?


I share this part of my journey with you, graceful reader, for I am living proof that each of us is capable of following our dreams. 


Sitting at my messy desk, I look at the truths of my life.  I am reminded of the Buddhist saying;  If you cannot find truth where you are, where do you expect to find it? 


I hope this note finds honoring the truths of your life and pursuing your most impossible dream.  Welcome to the revised online version of Stories with Grace.


With love




Grace Jackson

Birch Bay, Washington


Those who dwell among the beauties and mysteries of the earth are never alone or weary of life.

Rachel Carson

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