In which the December stories will drop soon, and here are links to more
Yah, I've been doing the story-thing for a long time now.
I started telling stories in 1993-ish, after attending a workshop taught by the storytellers' own Fairy Godmother, Margaret Read MacDonald.
If I'm a good storyteller all these years later, it's because Margie taught me--and continues to teach me--the power of good stories.
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| Me and MRM in 2015 at Powellswood Storytelling Festival |
So it was, in 1998 that December had come crashing down around me, I had no money and no gifts (except one) for my family and I just wanted dig a hole and hide in it.
Instead, I started a thing that became my yearly gift to family and friends: stories. Mostly folktales. Occasionally an original. They are all intended to be shared, printed, forwarded, and gifted to the friends-of-friends-of-friends.
Stories on the blog this year will start on Solstice, but if you need stories before then, we have an archive!
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