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. I work without a script, without costumes, without props. When I’m doing it right, listeners laugh, smile, sigh and breathe together, connected in the space of stories. I perform at schools, libraries, festivals, special events, and in my own backyard, literally. My mouthy hand puppets come along to shows for young children. I tell more grownup stories to, well, grownups and older kids. We play together. Apart from being the oldest educational method in the world, storytelling is just plain fun.
Here's the quick rundown on how I became a storyteller:
- Told stories as a teenaged babysitter,
- Grew up, lived in Belgium for a year (junior year abroad, 1981-82), and Bulgaria for a year (1983-84),
- Decided to become a librarian, earned a Master's Degree, got a job as a Slavic cataloger at the University of Kansas.
- 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 fourteen countries on four continents, occasionally in French and Bulgarian, but mostly in English, often for ESL students. 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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