Tag: context

  • Why Tell Ghost Stories? – At Halloween or Any Time?!

    Why Tell Ghost Stories? – At Halloween or Any Time?!

    [Re-activating my blog by sharing a favorite one from the past on this Halloween…] 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…

  • Why Tell Ghost Stories?

    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,…

  • “The Talk”…All Our Stories, Black/White/Brown/Red, After Ferguson

    “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…

  • Titanic Connections

    Titanic Connections

    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…

  • Chorus – inviting audience participation

    Chorus – inviting audience participation

    “And they all lived…”  “…happily ever after!”   So you find yourself telling a story to a group of listeners. Whether it’s your first time or you’re long-experienced at it, whether in a speech, a sermon, a class or a storytelling performance, there’s a little something that can be a…

  • In Writing and Storytelling:  Anecdotes are Great – Stories are Even Better

    In Writing and Storytelling: Anecdotes are Great – Stories are Even Better

    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…