Storytelling at the tea party cafe.

I will be storytelling in two weeks at the tea party cafe in Ottawa.
I am sharing the stage with another teller.
Come and hear stories about my first job and about the super ex.
You'll love the stories, the company, and the tea and treats.
September 27 from 7-9 PM. 119 York street.

finding stories through conversation.

Yesterday, I met with a storytelling partner for an upcoming performance we have together in October. I wasn't sure what stories I would tell. Would I create new ones? Rely on already created ones. Take bits I have and weave them together? Through conversation and laughter, I found the stories or the stories found me. Autobiographical stories are like that sometimes. Someone mentions something they did as a kid, in university, or at work, and a story kernel starts to sprout. I'm always amazed how many new stories are in me and just need the right words to bring them forward.

finding my way back to the story.

I am working on a one woman storytelling show about growing up blind. Thanks to the generous support of the Canada council for the Arts. I spent a few weeks madly creating, writing, reading, recording. It went along well and then stuck. Went along again and stuck. And stopped. I stepped back and spent time thinking about how I do things. How I find my way around, cook, read, know who someone is by their voice, steps, jingling of keys. Not that I will describe these things in depth but a few well chosen words will bring people into my world. So, last night, the story started calling me back again. So, back at it I go with fresh perspective. If anyone wants to find out more about my storytelling or book me as a teller, please contact me.