I live in my head. A lot. I make stuff up, I borrow from old tales, I reinterpret new stories. As a storyteller, I’m a tour guide to that space in my brain, using no script, no costumes, no props. When I’m doing it right, listeners laugh, smile, sigh and breathe together, connected in the space of stories. My ridiculous puppets come along to shows for kids. I tell more grownup stories to, well, grownups and older kids. We play together. It’s the oldest educational method in the world. And it's tremendous fun.
Here's the quick rundown on how I became a storyteller:
- Told stories as a babysitter in my teens,
- Grew up, lived in Belgium for a year (junior year abroad), lived in Bulgaria after university (1983-84),
- Decided to become a librarian, got a job as a Slavic cataloger after earning Master's Degree,
- In 1988 swerved to be a children's librarian at Russell Library in Middletown, CT,
- Learned to tell stories, attended every festival, conference and workshop I possibly could,
- In 1993 quit my job, moved to Lawrence KS and leapt into full-time storytelling.
Since then, I've told stories in twelve countries on three continents, occasionally in French and Bulgarian, but mostly in English. I perform, teach occasional classes and workshops, and coach other storytellers. I live in Lawrence KS with my cat, Francis Bacon (Sir).
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