On Grandma’s last story

-featuring Wavelength charity

Grandma was born in 1921, in a city at the bottom of the mountains. Her father was a shepherd. He would gather all the sheep from their neighbours, he’d take his own flock and climb up to the sheepfold on the first days of Spring. He came down from the top of the mountain with the first frost, bringing with him white cheese, milk, and sheep wool. Continue reading “On Grandma’s last story”

On Storytelling

We tell stories every day of our lives.

We tell stories to explain ourselves to others. We tell stories to elicit answers, to start conversations, to remember loved ones. We tell stories to our children. They can be bedtime stories, or moralising ones, or both.

We tell stories to our husbands and wives. They may show us in a better light! Or they may help us share those important, wonder-filled moments of our childhood.

Our stories are of joy, of loss, of denial, of belonging. Continue reading “On Storytelling”