I had a story once. Bits and pieces of it have found their way into every one of my books. Twisting and turning it until there was nothing about me that was recognizable to anyone else but me proved to be one of my greatest challenges. But twisting and turning one story into another is what I love to do. Even the dental-challenged barista at my favorite coffee shop has a story. Hers wasn’t what I imagined it to be, the casual grandmother having another side to her sweet persona. Discovering that she’s a displaced cancer researcher was eye-opening. She’s displaced due to her ex-employer’s budget cuts and with no interest in returning to her former career, she’s content pushing pastries and espresso until she gets to retirement. We talked for hours and she had some interesting warnings about the things we might find in our water. The woman at the airport had a story too. A single mother, she was known to work as many as three jobs at one time to get her only daughter thro