Several years ago my mother, an artist and creative soul by nature, passed on to me a collection of diaries and journals she had acquired over the years. She knew I had a keen interest in written word, especially when it is of a personal nature. The history buff, genealogy fan, and aspiring writer in me reveled at seeing pages of handwritten stories from strangers who lived years before I ever made my earthly appearance. It was an opportunity to have an immersive glimpse into the life of someone else. A stranger who could become a friend through a recounting of their life story.