Tell the Story
We arrived this morning just before the paramedics put her in the ambulance. She had tried to kill the pain. I took her hand. Told her that they would take good care of her. That I loved her. That this would be the chance for a new start. I hope she sleeps tonight. :: Later […]
read more“I am not a novelist, really not even a writer; I am a storyteller. One of my friends said about me that I think all sorrows can be borne if you put them into a story or tell a story about them, and perhaps this is not entirely untrue. To me, the explanation of […]
read moreTonight, under the heading of “You teach best what you most need to learn,” in my writers group, we focused on description. The “students” lingered over details. They savored taste, scent, sight, and sound. They surprised and delighted all of us. Meanwhile, I found myself in such a hurry to tell that I had to break my own no-editing […]
read morewords. But I’m a writer–it’s supposed to be about the words, isn’t it? Not so fast. I’m learning that pictures feed my words. I’ve been trying to walk outside, think in images, capture my own, and let them guide, or even tell, my stories. If you want to learn to take better pictures–pictures that feed […]
read moreIn another lifetime, my neighbor, a Classics graduate student who admired ancient Greeks and Coco Chanel, said, “I live for the deal.” (I have no memory of what deal she could possibly have been talking about. Maybe she was in the process of selling her Fiero.) She lived for the game, she said, for the feint, […]
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For years I kept secrets in silence. Then, once upon a time, I spoke and wrote them to a handful of people and began to blog anonymously. Today I tell my stories face-to-face, online, and in a memoir coming soon. Telling our stories leads to freedom, empowerment, and growth, for both the teller and the told. Is today your once upon a time, your time to tell your story?
