I was always a restless child before bedtime. My mother would say, “Tu veux que je te raconte une petite histoire?” Do you want me to tell you a little story?
Many years older, I am still charmed by the way histoire in French means both story and history. When we tell stories, we are telling a kind of history — of those who appear in them, of the people we were and are.
Each fortnight — because as a young reader I always thought the fortnight was the most impossibly romantic span of time — there will be something in your inbox. A story, a history, or something in between.
We all carry these small histories. We are still living through some of them. I hope you find something in mine to carry with you.