I am a storyteller. I do not know when the gift was given to me, or when I even became aware that I had this gift. Does one sit around wondering when they learned to breathe? Stories seek me out, encapsulate me, and hold me hostage until I tell their whole existence, every minute detail. They haunt me, filling my dreams with their escapades as they romp through their lives demanding I notice and hear them, begging me not to…
October, the glorious month of magnificent color changes amongst the foliage, falling leaves, and the slow transformation from a long hot summer to the chill of autumn. Brightly coloured pumpkins, crunchy apples, yeasty donuts, sweet cider, dark nights, morning fogs, and a crisp wind in the air. Being my first year in well over a decade back in the Mountains I’m ready for all of this. Fire pit evenings, star gazing, pumpkin patches, corn mazes, hoodies, hiking, and watching the…
As I’m busy working on NaNoWriMo this month I’m finding myself swamped with words and stories, but none of them quite right to share here for all of you. So rather than leaving you with nothing for the remainder of the month, I thought I’d share some of my favourite book series with you. Please note, these are in no particular order other than what came to mind as I was writing. Also note that the books in this post…
After stumbling upon the family history of my mother-in-law a small idea that was already growing in my mind began to surface more clearly. Here was a woman who had seen many decades of life and recorded them. For years we’d heard many of her “stories”, the invention of the ball point pen that caused such an excitement in her day, the invention of toilet paper which was a dream come true for young people like herself who dreaded having…