Posts Tagged: storytelling

30 Days of 30. Day 3. (part two)

June 04, 2013

If you read part one , you’ll already know that I’m on vignettes of highlight moments. 3. When I returned to the main room with the flautists, I got the entire room to pay attention to me (voluntarily) by saying: “If you can hear my voice, touch your head. If you can hear my voice, touch your ear. If you can hear my voice…” and modeling it for them. Eventually, all the kids joined in and were quiet enough that neither …

30 Days of 30. Day 3. (part one)

June 04, 2013

My entire day yesterday was spent in rest to prepare for my planned 30 days of 30 celebration last night. Ready for it? I attended a good friend’s elementary school band and orchestra concert AND I helped tune/work with the beginning and advanced flautists. Doesn’t sound like it would require a full day’s prep, but let me tell you, the prep was absolutely necessary. Here’s the scene I walked into: A confusing parking lot … I was so focused on …

30 days of 30. Day 1.

June 02, 2013

  At the end of this month, I’ll turn 30; for months I thought of ways I could celebrate: I could try to raise some increment of 30 for 3 different charities ($1000 to each= $3000), I could try 30 new things… The list went on and on until the moment that I realized there were 30 days in June: I would be 30 and there were 30 days. It couldn’t be coincidence! Each day, throughout the month of June, …

What would you do to connect?

April 10, 2013

“I’m everybody’s favorite,” my sister spunkily proclaimed to me. I’m the oldest of 5, and my two younger sisters had driven back to my mom’s as a surprise for Easter. Aileen, the self-proclaimed favorite, enters herself into everyone’s phone as their favorite; she signs all of her cards “your favorite”; she enters “Aileen’s day” into people’s phones. I responded, “I don’t have any favorites.” “That’s not true, your favorite is… “ my sister proceeded to explain to me how everyone …

Mirror, mirror

January 22, 2013

Thanksgiving 2008. My family went to my sister’s in Boston and I stayed home to work on my grad school and to attend youth ministry events that I had scheduled for around Thanksgiving. There was no way I was spending the holiday with my still-less-than-5-years divorced parents, 4 siblings, plus a friend or two, all staying in my sister’s home in Boston. That was too many people in a too small space. But see, I found out from my sister …