Last fall I filled my grandmother’s apartment with smoke and all she did was laugh and tell a story. In what could’ve been a moment of fiasco, she instinctively chose to insert a tiny snapshot of memory. Stories trail magic in their power to communicate and transform. Even small anecdotal stories of our childhood, hold influence and weight… Continue reading Of Feathers and Burned Toast
My favorite Mary Poppins advice is this: “A spoonful of sugar helps the medicine go down.” I use this often as a way of spinning an unpleasant task into something enjoyable. History has been kind of like medicine in my mind, a necessary evil you had to take in high school and college. I blame… Continue reading Documentary, Anyone?