I've been reading stories since before I could name what I was doing with them: fairy tales as a girl in Brazil, then novels, history, myth, and the birth chart, which found me in my teens and never left. It took a corporate detour, a master's in counseling psychology with an emphasis in depth psychology, a long season of grief and burnout, and a year immersed in romance novels to see the thread plainly. It was one act all along: reading for the pattern, and helping the person in front of me see what they've stopped seeing in their own story.

The act has an old name. Storyteller. I write, teach, read charts, and sit with people at their crossings, from a house in Portland surrounded by forested hills and wetlands embraced by farmland, with my husband, two cats, and more books than shelves.