I am interested in stories. All kinds of stories. But particularly stories in which the writer has discovered something significant about themselves or within themselves. Usually these discoveries don’t happen by themselves. They happen the same way a diamond is created from coal – under a crushing pressure.
I’m interested in people’s stories that detail a time in their lives where an event, an occurrence required a transition, 
a movement from one place of awareness to another. I guarantee these shares might be uncomfortable to put on the page. As we think about them, or as we write them, they’ll make us squirm; they’ll make us remember with such an intensity those circumstances, those experiences that changed us in the first place.
But there is a catharsis in the activity of the personal essay, of telling those stories that make us bleed, psychically.