We all have days or moments that take us back in time, when a sudden and unbidden memory fills you with its imagery and emotion. I noticed today’s date, March 15, the Ides of March.
Musings on Story Crossings and Connections
The name of this blog and my website is Story Crossings. As it says on my Home page: “Our stories cross – intersecting, as well as bridging divides – creating connections so that differences don’t have to be barriers.”
What to do with melancholy at Christmastime? For lots of people, this is thankfully not a problem. For lots of people, unfortunately it is. And for any number of reasons…
Why Tell Ghost Stories?
When I was a child, my favorite holiday was Halloween. Not because of the candy – though I certainly enjoyed the Tootsie Rolls and Snickers and yes, candy corn. No, it was the atmosphere of it all – the tree branches against the moon, the rustling leaves underfoot and overhead, owls peering at you, black […]
“The Talk”…All Our Stories, Black/White/Brown/Red, After Ferguson
We NEED to tell OUR stories. And we NEED to hear OTHERS’ stories. I know the teeniest-weeniest bit about “having The Talk” with my sons. I’m not talking about the birds’n’bees – I mean the one that African-American parents have with their children about being very, very careful if interacting with law enforcement officials. Let […]
Two Memorial Day Connections: A Memory and a Book
Finally, after the whirlwind nuthouse of the challenging-yet-satisfying A-to-Z Daily Blogging in April, I’ve recovered to where I’m now starting my attempt at weekly blogging…Onward! 1 – My favorite Memorial Day parade memory – May 31, 1982: We were living in Dubuque, Iowa with our 2-and-a-half-year-old son, Marco. We lived about 3 blocks from Dubuque’s […]
Titanic: “of exceptional strength, size or power.” My friend Richard and I were enjoying a rare visit together, sharing breakfast in my home, me happily hosting him as he was in Boulder for a professional visit. The coffee was hot, the bread made great toast, especially covered as it was in luscious butter + beautiful […]
Nana Tells Stories…
We sat cross-legged on the backyard sidewalk, under the fig tree, face to face. I’d read loads of books to her in her first 3 years, learning how to hold one up to my laptop’s camera in Colorado for her to see the pictures in California, then pull it back so she could see me, […]
Faeroy – my family’s tiny Norwegian island
“What’s your favorite story to tell?” – One of the most common questions asked me during Q&A sessions over the years. I used to demur about how I love ALL my stories; that’s why I tell them. But…a favorite one has indeed emerged in recent years: