Tag Archives: Love

My Story: At Night I Dream of Mermaids

mermaidMy story today revolves around something most of us thoroughly enjoy – sleep. But what if you didn’t need to sleep anymore. How would you spend that extra time in your day?

Stella had started a late-night crafting group and she kept sending me pictures of hip homemade wreaths, hand-stamped stationary and throw pillows with inappropriate phrases stitched on them. Her pictures came at all hours of the night and there were clusters of them waiting for my attention in the morning.

What did you dream of last night? Tell me in the comments.

That’s my story. Tell me one of yours.

Play

My Story: The Days Between Heartbeats

heartbeatMy story today echoes in silence – from children, from heartbeats and from the things that we do not say to the people we love.

At pickup time my sister is late. Or rather she is always late for our agreed-upon pickup time, but since she is consistently late, maybe she is actually on time. She looks tired despite the day off, so we do not talk.

What are you putting off saying to the people you love?

That’s my story. Tell me one of yours.

Play

My Story: When It’s Enough

My story today includes a few cups of tea.My story today is a little more personal than most of my others, because the mother in the story is based on my own mother — a woman I greatly respect, admire and love.

Children retain so many memories of their parents, but only in the role of parents. So few of us get to know the person outside of the parental role — the coworker, the friend, the person they were before becoming a parent.

My Mother was still waiting. Sitting at the kitchen table with a snack for us, or to take our wet jackets and umbrellas. Sometimes even in the same spot we had left her at breakfast. In my child’s mind she was always waiting for me there – her life at a standstill when I left the room. She is waiting now. For the rain to stop and her grandson to wake from his nap. And maybe even for me.

Listen to: When It’s Enough.

That’s my story. Tell me one of yours.

 

Play

My story: I Should Have Peed Before I Left

My story advice includes when to use the bathroom.My story today includes a little motherly advice.

We are all familiar with motherly advice — that nagging (and usually correct) voice in our heads. In today’s story — I Should Have Peed Before I Left — we hear advice on common issues, like cleaning:

Alyssa was standing naked in her kitchen admiring her clean floors. She had mopped them when she first moved in, but this was her first real chance to give them a thorough scrubbing. Alyssa had woken earlier than usual that Sunday, and had scoured her new apartment. As the faux tile floor dried, Alyssa walked into her beige-on-white bathroom to freshen up before putting her clothes back on.

The wisdom of our parents spans across all topics, including love. We just have to learn to listen. Tell me your favorite bit of motherly advice in the comments section.

That’s my story. Tell me one of yours.

subscribe to us on iTunes

Play

My story: Waking up with Strangers

My story may require an alarm clock.My story today has a happy ending.

A lot of my storytelling podcast posts don’t have a happy ending. I think that is part of the problem with stories — outside of certain genres (romance novels, fairy tales), most stories don’t have a happy ending. In Waking up with Strangers, however, the listener can be assured a happy ending — it may just be the rest of the story that they have a problem with.

Do you like happy endings to stories?

That’s my story. Tell me one of yours.

subscribe to us on iTunes

Play