The reason I’m so darn revved up about this class is that it combines so many of my great loves: stories, performance, the truth, memoir, fun groups of people, sweaty palms…WAIT, take that last one back.
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Come Rock the Village
A love poem to storytelling: The spot lights on a teller pouring out the grains of their humanity into the palm of their hand, throwing those grains like confetti out into the audience gathered in sacred loving listening.
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