…The Rest Is His Story

Personal Essay

Real-life reflections and soul-deep storytelling—where grit, humor, and truth meet on the page

  • “When Morning Knocks Softly”

      Living Diary: EG Collection  I don’t wake up to an alarm. I put that blaring apparatus to sleep, many moons back. And no—I don’t mean today’s endless ringtone options with bird songs and waterfall loops. I’m talking about the… Continue reading

  • Who Would I Like to Talk to Soon?

    I thought it might be a stranger. Someone at a bar. But no. Not even a friend with a situation or someone waiting on a response. Today, my answer is different. I want to talk to her. Eleanor Grace. I’ve… Continue reading

  • “A World of My Own Making”—

    I am especially well-suited to living in a world of my own. In this world I’ve formed, there lives my imagination. It is not a touristy place, nor is it governed by schedule or social custom,but rather a carefully tended… Continue reading

  • Cold Weather: With All Due Warmth, Please Know Your Place

    There exists a proper time for cold—it’s welcome in December, perhaps extending into January if I’m feeling generous. Like a short stay, a polite hello, a brisk wind may be forgiven. But beyond that? I dare say, you’re loitering. I… Continue reading

  • My Smile Is Quite the Accessory

    So, I’d have to say…the oldest thing I’m wearing today is my smile—wide, wouldn’t you say? She shows up first, knowing her place.Before my feet find the floor, before the mirror judges, before I pick who I’ll be today.She’s the… Continue reading

  • The Way Station

    “The Way Station” Do you have a quote you live your life by or think of often? Yes, I do — because without it, I’d be a song without a melody, just scattered notes on the breeze. “This is the… Continue reading

  • Serenity & Co.

    “Not all brands come with labels. Serenity & Co. is always in season.” My favorite brand isn’t restricted by climate or time of day. When you slip it on, it’s instantly your favorite — because it’s woven with perfection. It’s… Continue reading

  • “The Emoji That Whispers, and Roars”

    There I was, scrolling through WordPress, hoping for a prompt that would stir something deep— maybe a question like “Write a letter to your 12-year-old self… but from your 82-year-old self,” or “You Weren’t Supposed To.” Instead? “What’s your favorite… Continue reading

  • “Jesus, take the syllables. I can’t.”

    There I was. Sitting in the holy circle of folding chairs. Minding my own business. Things started out peaceful, as usual. We’ve got coffee, highlighters, people nodding with purpose, and a light sprinkle of “mmm-hmm” to let the leader know… Continue reading

  • The Road That Flirted First

    We were about thirty miles past nowhere. I was just minding my own business, sitting in the passenger seat like a proper wife— translation: eating snacks and offering unsolicited navigation advice— when I saw it. The Road. Not just a… Continue reading