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“When a Storyteller Dies, a Library Burns”

I think we’ve all known a storyteller — Storytellingmember of the family, immediate or extended

But, I’m sure you’ve heard that stories haven’t been printed and circulated for all that long in the history of the human family…

And, of course, we’ve had way less time for stories offered digitally…

My published stories are free to read ( to yourself or to others :-)  just checkout the left side-bar…

The quote in today’s title is an old Moroccan saying I saw in a video and in “…an original folktale that celebrates the power of stories and storytelling.”

The video is about a master storyteller in Marrakech, Morocco who feels his end-time is near and begins training a few young people to take his place…

This video itself is a well-told Tale: sorry, if you have to suffer thru a short ad at the beginning :-(

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The Beauty of Technology

This re-blog is a Wonderful Surprise — enjoy and ponder………


I’ve been experimenting with some new poetic forms recently, because I’ve never been too comfortable about prose poems. What makes it different from experimental prose? I struggle to understand. Also, I’m amused by the marketing patter on some of our electronic devices, so they gave rise to this…

Innovation is advancement but not precursor of success, pervades our daily lives, frustrates us with its complexity and unreliability to the extent that globalisation enables us to embrace new products and services.

Is ‘carriage return’ now obsolete? Has sense-making ceased to matter?

We crave tangible products, satin-coated sensuous curves,

Chick-lit metallic moulding our systems

Augmented realities and playfulness

Passive-aggressive well-modulated female voices

That we can shut up in an instant (unlike our wives)

To understand the music of the should, we need sentiment analysis and emotion management, we need to move past utility to ease of use and access all hours. Oh…

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Top Ten Books to Read During Story Time by Shannon Hawkins

Storytime isn’t just for teachers and librarians — moms and dads (of course…), relatives, friends, neighbors; really, everyone can get in on it :-)

Nerdy Book Club

A couple years ago I would have never believed I would write a blog post about story time books. I’ve always loved children’s books for my own entertainment, but I never really took myself for a story time sort of person. However, after a crazy turn of events, I took over doing story time at the public library where I work.  Now, after some months’ experience with the kiddos, I have found out that I am…still not much of a story time person, but I have improved considerably.

At first, I felt like a blubbering fool, but now I’ve come to enjoy reading the different stories and seeing the kids’ reactions. One positive change is that I’ve learned to find entertaining books to read. I now have a list of 50+ books that I’ve read during story time and that the kids enjoy. Among them, the following ten books are…

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Friday Story Bazaar ~ Tale Fifty-Seven

And Who Shall Train the Little Ones?

Alexander M Zoltai


No one thought much about training teachers—mothers did the earliest basics and some of the leaders did the rest—a casual arrangement, to say the least…

The village was large—1,000 families.

There was no chief, only the elected tribal leaders.

Meng had finished his work for the day and went to chat with his best friend.

“Hey, Uren, slow down!”

“Meng, you are finished early.”

“Yes, I have extra energy—something is making me angry.”


“The way the Olufa brothers seem to be working to make others vote only for one of them for leadership.”

“This you know?”

“This seems obvious to me; but, Legni has seen them roughing up certain folks and whispering in their ears…”



Time crawled on and the elections showed three of the Olufa brothers elected with five others from five different families. Not many people noticed or cared; but, they would have the usual year-long-period to experience what the Olufa’s might do…


Six months on and a pattern had developed—most everything was being done the way one of the Olufa family wanted it to be done.

Especially the teaching of the little ones—only those from the Olufa family were allowed to be teachers.


Nine months on and the pattern had born fruit—the little ones were all being taught to fight, fear was in most of the villagers’ hearts, and most expected war with the tribe in the hills…


Meng and Uren had been talking to people all along; but, most seemed to have no ears. Still, they had a group of six, with them making it eight; and, they began to hold public talks.

They were immediately scolded and put in the caves for punishment…

This stirred more interest—questions circulated—discussions tended toward action.

Even the little ones wanted a change—getting ready for war was no fun compared to learning about the plants and animals—learning the cycles of the heavens and the weather…

The Olufa brothers called a meeting and didn’t let any of the other five leaders speak… The brothers were good at one thing—threatening others…

Still, the meeting was a little war of its own…

Eventually, the elders encouraged the little ones to talk about what they were learning.

The little ones had, surprisingly, elected a leader, named Chinga. He was big for his age and had his own small following of well-muscled boys…

Chinga stood up on the rock and said: “We are tired of the war training, we want more fun learning. We also have made a decision…”

Most of the people were visibly shocked…

After he walked through the tribe and looked each person straight in their eyes, Chinga stood back up on the rock and said: “We think there should be a new election before the year is up—if we all vote for it now, it will be the tribe speaking, more important than just the leaders speaking…”

There was a general hubbub for nearly ten minutes until the elders took their turns on the rock, endorsing the need to vote—each being protected by Chinga’s friends from being thrashed by one or more of the Olufa brothers…

One hour later the tribe had their election and the new leaders made a ruling—the Olufa brothers were to be banished to the hills…


There were a few scuffles with the tribe in the hills from time to time; but, word was received in the following year that the Olufa brothers had been banished from that tribe also—no recourse for them but long travel to a tribe in the mountain valleys…

The little ones continued to elect a leader of their own; and, the adult leaders always welcomed them into the tribal leaders’ meetings…

The elders were encouraged to open a school to teach teachers…

The little ones were beginning to feel quite big………


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The Evolution of Writers

Today’s re-blog relates one writer’s effort to continue creating in spite of the political atmosphere…

Live to Write - Write to Live

I’m having a difficult time writing these days.

I’ll sit at my desk ready to work on a piece and then my phone beeps. There’s another news alert – The Press Secretary has doubled down on a clear lie at the daily press conference.

Or there’s an announcement of another Executive Order (decree).

Or I hear about some State Rep in Minnesota who passed an amendment so that health insurance companies won’t have to cover many pre-existing conditions like diabetes, prenatal care, ventilator care, Lyme disease … the list goes on and on and on. (Interestingly Erectile dysfunction will still be covered – Phew!)

Or there’s a gag order on government agencies who report directly to the public, (EPA, USDA) if you cared about the environment or the food that you eat, good luck, you’re now on your own.

Or an elected official is tweeting about the “fat women” who…

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