This post resurgence was inspired by San Diego Kingdom Writers Association because YOUR STORY MATTERS!
I come from storytellers. My heritage is in story form. Our history is such that our mundane happenings become performances in sharing with others. For example, when one of my younger brothers first left for his study abroad in England, he wrapped his desktop computer in a pink woven blanket, wrapped that blanket with duct tape, and fashioned the duct tape so he could have handles. He took it on the plane to England, landed with it safely, and got through customs. He was king of the world! And then he plugged his computer in, and a faulty converter fried the system.
The memory always made me smile, but his retelling of the story years later lit my laugh muscles on fire for about five minutes. I think of the retelling of the story with as much joy as the memory of the original occurrence. And so, for him (and some other people), here is a reminder to tell your stories.
I wrote the below poem for a group of ladies at Goddard College, and now redirect the point to my KWAers, TELL YOUR STORY, BECAUSE YOUR STORY MATTERS.
Yes, I’m shouting.
Tell your story!
