We all have stories to tell. History is not just about the big names. It’s about our everyday lives “Isn’t that a little premature?” a relative of mine asked when I told him I was writing the story of my life so far in eight essays. For some, my life has been too short to be chronicled. I’ve not reached 30 yet, that age milestone that proves beyond doubt you are now irrevocably an adult. For others, my life has been too uneventful. I’ve watched news of wars, earthquakes and famine ticker past on my TV, safe in my living room. And you might even say my life has been too insignificant. I don’t have a Gettysburg address in my history, nor have I rescued dozens of slaves via the Underground Railroad. Nor have I invented Spanx. And yet, I have a story, as do you.