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About Us

"Tell me the facts and I'll learn. Tell me the truth and I'll believe. But tell me a story and it will live in my heart forever." -An old Native American proverb ...

The world has been telling stories for years. Encouraging Stories wants to turn emotion into art by sharing positive, inspiring stories that encourage, entertain, and educate its caregiver community.

Encouraging Stories is a collaborative space where caregivers (paid and unpaid), carees, creative artists, other professionals, etc., share and exchange encouraging, entertaining, and education content for its caregiver community.


Provide quality content for its caregiver community.

Regularly add encouraging, entertaining, and educational information for its caregiver community.


Share encouraging multimedia stories. "A multimedia story is some combination of text, still photographs, video clips, audio, graphics and interactivity presented on a Web site in a nonlinear format in which the information in each medium is complementary, not redundant." (


If you have the grace-gift of encouragement, then use it often to encourage others Romans 12:8a

Many say I have the, "gift of encouragement." I took a spiritual assessment test...

The Biblical meaning is to call someone near to console, comfort, exhort, implore with them. Although the goal of this gift is to comfort, motivate and give reason for hope, there is the element of exhortation pointing to the future. The goal is to encourage the believers to be what God wants them to be.

A person with this gift is moved when they see someone down and likes to comfort them and motivate them toward change. They share hope for the future. The nature of this gift is similar to dispensing medicine. It is a singular action used in the moment hopefully to bring about a long-term effect.


In the beginning, an "encouraging storyteller" was born... My mother said I came out of her womb with my eyes wide open, canvasing the room, then zeroing in on the doctor. She said I looked at him as if I wanted to say, "I wish you would put your hands on me." At four, she said a dog bit me, I bit it back, and "dropped the mic" with, "I bet you won't bite anybody else." BOOM!!! At six, I was hit by a 70's canary-yellow Volkswagen Beetle. Somehow my body twisted causing me to slide underneath the car. As I laid staring curiously at the undercarriage a crowd gathered with my mother. I could feel her prayers and panic. As I was slowly pulled from underneath the car, I gave my mom a smile; I was totally unscathed (still unbelievable). At the hospital, a nice doctor picked me up and sat me on an examination table. "Can you tell me what happened?" I nodded recalling "scene-by-scene." He gave me a lollipop. Huh? I tell you my story and you give me a lollipop? Hmmm, I may be on to something. By seven, I would dress up as if I was auditioning for the lead in 'The Autobiography of Miss Jane Pittman.' I practiced my lines in front of an audience of one--my baby doll. Receiving no applauds or encores, I moved on to making up stories to tell to neighborhood friends.

At home, I heard hilarious "growing up" stories from my father, "...and... skip it...John...Willis." My mom was extremely creative; she could sing, dance, sew, write poetry, draw, play multiple instruments--that's just the beginning. My maternal grandfather (also my pastor,) how I loved his laughter, ability to instantly compose songs about a person's name, and tell stories of the Bible. Other times he'd riddle me, "What's round on both sides and high in the middle?" When my brothers and I rehearsed our Easter speeches, his was, "Easter Lily, Easter Lily, boys and girls, don't be so silly." My grandmother was almost five-feet in heels on Sundays. She borrowed from Donnie Elbert, "I'm a little piece of leather, but I'm well put together." To sit beside her on the rickety, white, piano bench as she played and sang "Jesus Keep Me Near The Cross" was priceless. Watching TV, I was entertained by Carol Burnett, educated by Maya Angelou, and inspired by Cicely Tyson.

In junior high I continued storytelling and added writing poetry. In senior high, my creative writing teacher challenged me to describe a color to someone blind. I had no idea that "someone" would become my granddad. After high school, I enlisted in the U.S. Air Force and served for twenty-two years. That's where the "ABC's" of writing weren't taught; they were engrained. I retired and signed to become an inspirational writer for an online global women's magazine. Shortly thereafter, my mother was diagnosed with Stage Four Inoperable Lung Cancer. I resigned to become her primary caregiver.

After my mother passed, I began to share dreams, lyrics, poems.... experiences I had journaled while caring for my mom. As I shared, others felt comfortable to share their caregiver experiences. Connecting with others who understood my faith, pain, frustrations, humor... was therapeutic. We'd laugh, pray, cry, pray, embrace, pray. We'd nod in agreement and finish each other's sentences. We were educating, entertaining, and encouraging each other. Talks of writing songs, screenplays, blogs... about our experiences followed.

That's when I realized... we were turning emotion into art.