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They say variety is the spice of life.
Back in October I had the pleasure of being a part of a variety show here in Charlotte North Carolina. called Chevy Does Charlotte.
The name might suggest it has something to do with cars, but in fact “Chevy” is a person, and she is the organizer of this event which occurs 2-3 times a year here in the Queen City. She is the one at the beginning of the video introducing me.
The show was made up of musicians, poets, comedians, an expert on local paranormal activity and yours truly… a storyteller.
The theme of the event was “Do you believe?” My story was titled, “Do you believe diamonds are forever?” It isn’t what you think, but to find out you’ll have to watch the video. […]
This past weekend I had the honor of sharing the stage with seven very talented storytellers. The stories told ran the gamut from silly, to strange, to deep.
I told a story that has been brewing inside me for the better part of a decade. If you watch the video below you will see why this story was hard for me to write, and even more difficult to perform.
I have now been a public facing storyteller for the better part of five years. If there is one thing I have learned it is this… a well-told story has a far reaching effect on those who hear it, and you will never know who you will touch and in what ways.
So, please invest the nine minutes it will take to watch the video, and pass it along to anyone who you think will appreciate the message.
Ah, the holidays. Last week we hosted friends from out of town, and had thirteen around the Thanksgiving table. In fewer than two weeks, we’re having more than 150 in our home for my wife’s holiday work party. Then on December 22, I’m traveling 750 miles, north into the snow, with four teenagers for Christmas.
Suffice it to say… it is a busy time of year.
So, with all this going on I figured, why not commit to two different live storytelling events in one week?
That’s right, this week I am performing three times at two different events. If you are in Charlotte NC, I enthusiastically encourage you to come out to at least one and maybe all. The details are below: […]
I really like surprises. Unfortunately, being both a curious and hyper-observant person, I tend to see most things coming, and from quite a distance.
For my readers who are unaware, I turn fifty next month. At approximately 9:40pm central time on December 12th, I will complete my fiftieth trip around the sun. I can appreciate the idea about birthdays being a fairly arbitrary thing to celebrate, but society will do what society wants to do.
From my inherently intuitive perspective, milestone birthdays are absolutely the worst time to try and plan a surprise for anyone. Even those folks who are considered “easy-to-surprise,” will be on high alert when such an event is coming up.
When I was sixteen, I thought someone in my world might try and pull off a surprise, but 12-12-85 came and went without any flipping on of lights followed by familiar screams. […]
If you’ve ever watched Monty Python’s Flying Circus, then you know where from the title comes. For more than four years, the pages of this blog have been filled with mostly writing, and a smattering of video. Today I bring you something else entirely, a serial story podcast.
Earlier this year I began doing some performance work with a new creative group called Cartage Theatre which produces live radio plays complete with hands-on sound effects.
This experience led to me being asked to perform on a this serial podcast about a gumshoe detective named Samwell Sift in a zombie apocalypse. We rehearsed and recorded this summer, and now it is available to listen on several platforms (see links below). […]
This is the first of what I hope will be an ongoing series of guest posts. I often see great stories out in the world, and I am going to make an effort to bring as many of them to you as possible.
I met Scott Coene at Harris Hill Elementary School more than four decades ago. He and I were never great friends, but we’ve never had a beef with each other either. It is one of those casual friendships that has literally stood the test of time.
Scott runs a baseball bat company called Powerhouse Bats, out of his garage in Irondequoit, NY. After long days at his “real job,” Scott makes personalized custom wood bats, one at a time, mostly for little league and high school players all over the country. […]
When I started blogging in 2014, the loose theme of my blog was “Creative Problem Solving.” Since then, the topics about which I have written have strayed a bit in several directions, but at my foundation I am a problem solver. Sometimes the problems are human or relationship-centric, but back in the beginning, I used[…]
In June of 2013 I was scheduled to run a trade show booth at the International Society for Technology in Education (ISTE) conference in San Antonio, Texas. At the time I was working for a small educational software developer, and we were right on the cusp of some pretty dramatic success. This show was to be an important step in that process.
When you work for a small company trade show budgets are very small, forcing you to make do with nothing but a few bucks and your wits. You stay in hotels with free breakfast, you eat inexpensive fast food, you don’t expense adult beverages, and when given the choice of a cab or an invigorating walk… you walk. I flew Southwest, so the entire “booth” was stuffed into my two “free” checked bags. […]
When I was kid, there was this hippie musical mashup thing called Free To Be You And Me. It wasn’t exactly a proper musical, or an album, or a movie. It was this flowery 1960’s collection of sketches, songs, love and a little propaganda. For example, one of the songs was called “William Wants A Doll.” Looking back, it was rather progressive for its time.
My favorite song on Free To Be You And Me was called “It’s Alright to Cry.” It was one of those intentional dichotomies where they chose a huge NFL defensive tackle named Rosie Grier to sing it. I remember the chorus going something like:
It’s alright to cry
Crying gets the sad out of you
Raindrops from your eyes
It might make you feel better!
I found the song to be equal parts fascinating and off-putting. Pretty much in line with my feelings for the whole production. Free To Be You And Me was released in 1972… I was three. Although I didn’t do it often, I always took comfort in knowing if I needed to cry… it was alright; even for giant football players. […]
This coming Monday morning at 6:00am, we are taking our oldest child to college. With fewer than forty-eight hours to go, I am sitting in the silence of our house at 6:30 on Saturday morning. All four of our children are sleeping snug in their beds, all under one roof; an era drawing quickly to a close.
As the first day of college has crept up, I have been asked things like:
- “How are you going to handle it?”
- “Are you ready for this?”
- “Do you think you’ll cry?”
- “How hard is it going to be to drive away from your baby?”
My response to these questions has been little more than a shrug, not because I am a callous, uncaring father… just the opposite in fact. […]
From what I can tell, the term “college radio” is no longer a thing, but it use to be. It was actually so much of a thing that there was an organization called the College Music Journal (CMJ) that held conferences, and put out sampler CDs that were at worst, an inexpensive way to get music, and at best absolutely prescient.
My first exposure to college music was actually in high school. My high school had something called the radio club and they served two critical needs: The morning announcements and (much more importantly), they played music in the Junior/Senior cafeteria every minute of every school day. […]
There is an expression in Las Vegas. Sometimes when a gambler wins a hand, someone (usually the gambler himself) shouts out loud for all to hear, “Winner Winner, Chicken Dinner.” The origins of this idiom are not completely clear, but if you click here you can read about it. Several years ago I was involved in a bet that included dinner, but was I a winner? That, I will let you decide.
My wife Emily is fairly straight-laced. I mean this only in the very best way possible. Her social history consists of: one boyfriend in high school that ended very badly, one boyfriend in college who is now a priest… and me. Of course there is more to each of these stories, but facts are facts, right?
As many of you know, my wife is an Intensive Care Pediatrician, and when you work overnight shifts in a hospital, you often end up in some pretty strange and revealing conversations in the wee hours of the night.
One day after a run of 3 + days in a row, Emily came home and said, “you know that hospital wedding we’re going to next week? Well I made a bet, and we’re gonna get a free dinner out of it, but I need your help.” […]
There’s an old dad joke that goes, “What’s the definition of mixed emotions? Watching your Mother-In-Law drive your new Cadillac off a cliff.” Of course, to be funny, the joke presumes two things:
- You really like Cadillacs
- You really DON’T like your Mother-In-Law
In the case of me personally, even as a self-admitted car guy, I’ve never been a huge fan of GM’s luxury brand.
My Mother-In Law on the other hand… her I liked.
I met Barbara Braunstein just about two decades ago, and without a doubt my life has been the better for it. […]
There is a philosophical concept called “Occam’s Razor.” You can google it to learn all the details, but the concept is this:
When there is more than one explanation for an occurrence, the simplest of the explanations is the most likely.
Put another way, if I come home and find a box of cereal on the floor of the kitchen with the box and bag all torn apart and the cereal gone; it is possible that a wild fox broke into my house and consumed the cereal. Occam’s Razor says it is far more likely my dog went into the pantry, pulled the box from a low shelf and did the damage herself. […]