SANTA CLARA UNIVERSITY
In West Africa, when a person in the village becomes sick, the Healer will ask that person, “When was the last time that you sang? When was the last time that you danced? When was the last time that you shared a story?”
(Cox, 2000, p. 10)
It was a dark and stormy night on the oncology ward of a large children's hospital when I first stepped into story. There was a room no doctors could enter, a room of sanctuary, where hospitalized children knew they would be temporarily free of painful intrusive treatments. The life battles these children confronted necessitated long periods of hospital-style incarceration – even the most engaging toys or creative crafts become ...