Story Time – It’s An All Ages Event

 

Racism as explained by a 9-year old in small town Texas.

I just hugged the man who murdered my son.

You represent a dirty four letter word.  I said, “that word is love.”

Grandma with gumption.

 

These are some of the titles of the stories of everyday people, folks like you and me, from all over the world.  They aren’t newspaper headlines or titles for blog posts.  They aren’t status updates on Facebook or captions for Instagram photos.  You don’t need subscribe to any sites or follow anyone to have access to the stories.  You don’t even need to know the storytellers.

The stories are all around you.  They are the wisdom of the ages.  ALL OF THE AGES.  All you have to do is listen.  The core of StoryCorps is just that – listening. Continue reading

But Really Kids, I’m Just Waving Hello!

Burma Shave - Give Hand Signals
 
 

Circa 1940.   Click here for more info on The Burma-Shave Jingles.

In response to today’s Daily Prompt:   Break The Silence.

Image source:   My work on canva.com using the Burma-Shave™ logo as found on arcpress.com

 


Listen to music. It could save your soul. Be kind. It could save someone’s world. Wear a hat. It could save your life.

 

Not In My Vocabulary … Anymore

Today’s Daily Prompt suggests visiting an event in the past that we think could have played out differently, and to write about what could, would, or should have happened.  Uh-uh.  I don’t do that … anymore at least.

I’m a dreamer.  Have an [over] active imagination.  Love to think up possibilities and see them through in my mind from start to finish.  Like to come up with Plan Bs,Cs, and all the way to backup plan Zs even.  “Paralysis by analysis”.  Yep, I’ve heard that phrase said about me before, both in my personal and my professional life.  All in all, this tendency of mine can be a blessing, can be of value and service to others … when balanced by a lovely KISS:  keep it simple silly.  Great thing to plan for the future.  I haven’t met goals in life simply by writing out a line or two on a piece of paper or word processor.  They needed plans and steps – and flowcharts, spreadsheets, and multi-layered bullet lists in my style of planning.  Terrific skill to have for looking ahead, not so much for looking behind.

If I apply all of those wonderful attributes of me to my past, I get lost, very very lost.  I waste time on futile observations and crafting scenes for a chapter that never did nor ever will get written, at least not for my autobiography.  I spend way too much time living in locations where I don’t hold a mortgage or pay rent = other people’s minds.  And even if, big IF, whatever even could have played out differently, who do I think I am for having the power to possess any control or insight into just exactly how it would have played out.  Silly me.
Continue reading