That’s it. Write ot down. Speak it out loud. You’ve got a story to share and you should. So many people wander around in their own thought bubbles. But break the cycle. Interrupt. Let yourself be heard and known. For everyone has a story to share. Want to […]
Towards the end of Lin-Manuel Miranda’s Hamiliton, George Washington muses: “You have no controlWho lives, who dies, who tells your story?And when you’re gone, who remembers your name?Who keeps your flame?Who tells your story?” As a kid who grew up as a storyteller, I readily get the power […]
From a young age, I’ve been a storyteller. I would perform on stage with my own stories or a Dickens story. Nowadays, everyone is a storyteller in some way or form. From Twitter, to Facebook, to Instagram you are curating a narrative. Those narratives are often short form. […]
Swoosh. Swoosh. Swoosh. It felt like a wild river running through my brain. Tried to turn it off. Give it a break. After all, everything and everyone needs a break or two. Off to the couch my legs went and down on the pillow went the head. The […]
I’m a born storyteller. That’s what my mom would tell me. She also noted that at a very young age I wanted to be a psychologist. I often wonder about how true that is but it’s the story that serves as a baseline for my life. Whether true […]
Now, while inauthenticity may have risen this past decade, there were also good things to come about. Before I dive into that let me note that one can perhaps argue that inauthenticity didn’t rise. Perhaps it was just more overt and blatant. Inauthenticity put on a show this […]
They were as excited as always. What a silly, nerdy family they were. They had gone yard sailing earlier in the day and had come home with a large haul of new treasures. One such treasure was this basket of old photographs. They threw down the photos onto […]
Now, I wish I were making this up. But, it seems to be that everyday, at one point, I state to someone “I wish I was making this up”. Sometimes I add in an extra word after “this”. It all depends on how much of an emphasis I […]
He ran down the long hallway, wondering if he would make it on time. He couldn’t think. Couldn’t allow himself to think through this any further. He can only act. Or else … He ran and reached the phone. It looked so strange and old. This wasn’t his […]
She knew this walk all too well. She knew where she would end up and how many steps it would take to be in the light. She didn’t love life. She didn’t hate it. There was just that. Amazing how life could be so mundane yet entrenched in […]
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