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My Journey as an Artist by Marilee Lasch
When I told my father that I would love to study art, he replied that no daughter of his was going to be a damn artist as artists were drunks and whores, and lived penniless. So I lived the life the world thought I should live. I got married at 21, soon became pregnant, put…
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How She Loved by Chrissy Dart
Among the many ways that St. Brigid of Kildare loved, three stand out. One: Brigid loved being generous. Two: Brigid loved cows. In fact, cows made her love God more. She is often depicted in art with a white cow that has red ears. Three: Brigid loved people, especially the poor. She is to have…
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The True Mirrors by Elizabeth Wunsch
Are you really ready? When you look in the mirror are you capable of accepting the reflections of your own truths? Have you ever had a boss that was jealous of you and did what they could to thwart you? Has anyone had a stepmother whose jealousy drove her to rip your image out of…
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The Greatest Storytellers in My Life by Sylvia Torrey
I am not sure what I expected from a chapter titled “Lives of the Storytellers,” but I certainly did not expect what I got. What I got was memories of the greatest storytellers in my life. It did not require much reflection to bring them vividly back into my presence. Charlie J. Williams and Alcie…
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Courage as Old as Time by Debbie Rowe
While researching the many variations of the tale “Beauty and the Beast” for my Folktale Expert assignment, the themes of fear and courage really started to jump out at me. Fear is as old as the creation of man, and in reality, it hasn’t changed much since then. Circumstances and culture have changed dramatically, but…
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A Story is a story is a story by Elizabeth Wunsch
Early Thursday morning. On my way to the White Tank County Cemetery. A place practically devoid of headstones, mostly graced with little copper markers. Markers making those who were invisible a little less invisible. Markers that guarantee the holders of each of these individual’s stories will be able to find them. And reminisce. And tell…
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A Tale of Bravery by Mario Avent
Kids make me nervous and I am a little terrified of them. They are brutally honest, loud, fragile and as far as I can recall I have never been a fan of kids. When I was in grade school I knew kids were rambunctious and dirty, because I was one of them. I was the…
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Behind The Scenes In The Life Of A Storyteller by Marian Giannatti
As someone who has only recently “arrived” as a storyteller, I have many friends and acquaintances who are confused or wondering at how and why I do it – tell stories, that is. It is not always easy to explain. The why is the simplest. I do it because I love it. I love picking…
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Ah, the White-thorn! by Sally Borg
I was not sure what to expect when I signed up for The Irish Storytelling Tradition class. Honestly, I viewed it as an opportunity to take the class without having to leave my home to take that pesky travel to Ireland. And a few more credits toward a Storytelling Certificate. What a surprise! I find…
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Stories Rise From The Ashes by Genevieve Hogan
My family keeps secrets. Secrets are an interesting thing. They create those in the know and those who are not. They divide us and them, you and me, sister and brother, child and parent. Secrets fester and surface at inconvenient times –like pimples that suddenly appear the night before a big date or an important…
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I Wonder by Chantel Freed
What if I gave you the option that from this point forward you could only write or talk but not both. What would be your choice of communication? Some of us are talkers and some of us are writers. Can we effectively do both with the exact same data? Perhaps, if you are a writer…
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What One Story Did by Leah Bruno
It was a satisfying Friday evening for the volunteers, as signified by the celebratory presence of pizza and s’mores. In less than two hours, we’d succeeded in spreading nearly an entire truckload of ground cover around the barn, which was home to 13 miniature therapy horses and 3 donkeys. At the picnic table, I bit…