As a transgender man who grew up in a fundamentalist Christian church I have been haunted since a young age with questions: Do I belong? Can I find happiness? Is there hope for me? Is religion a force for good or ill? Who’s telling the story and what story are they telling and can I find myself in it? My work centers on telling stories that reflect the community I am a part of. A community that is growing and thriving and enduring. A community that is flawed and beautiful. A community that faces tragedy but also has hope. A community that lives. Stories have the power to change the world. They allow us insight, a chance to create empathy, and transport us to a place where we can allow our hearts to soften and our minds to change. Stories also provide a space for people to see themselves represented, to envision futures that they might not have otherwise been able to dream of. In the times we find ourselves in, this deepening of empathy and cultivation of hope is needed more than ever and so are the amplified voices of marginalized people. And sometimes? Maybe the transgender people get to have a happy ending.