“Behold the hands… …how they promise, conjure, appeal, menace, pray, supplicate, refuse, beckon, interrogate, admire, confess, cringe, instruct, command, mock and what not besides,
“Story is the vehicle we use to make sense of our lives in a world that often defies logic.” (Jim Trelease) Swap the words “poetry/poem/poet” with “storytelling/story/storyteller” as I did in last week’s blog about the first 3 reasons
Yesterday – it was 70 degrees, blue-sunshiny, the ducks were paddling in the stream and the owls were hooting back and forth…the old doggie was enjoying stretching out on the still-dormant grass and soaking in the welcome early spring-ish warmth. Today – it’s been snowy-blowy out there, big flakes swirling wildly past and among the […]
He was 12 and I was 7. Yep, Mark was old enough to occasionally be my babysitter on the early Friday evenings when our parents had bowling league and our older high-school-aged brother and sister had other plans. And he knew how to make the food of the gods: buttered popcorn!