The Storyteller and the Truth – Part One

 

I remember emotional points, touch the bruises, and swim in the revelation. However, I have a terrible time trying to remember dates. At what age did I learn to ride a bike? When was my first road trip? Even important moments, like when did my son take his first steps? When did he begin using complete sentences? Or when did he start, really start, to tell me the stories that play through his imagination? Marcus just turned 27 and I think I’ve been saying “for over ten years” for three, maybe four, years.

I could dig back into the notebooks.

Marcus the Musical and the Dreamer

One of the things I love about my son is his ambition. His dream of creating and starring in his own Broadway Musical is never daunted. Last time we went to the theatre to see a Broadway Across America production he stood in front of an empty poster frame and gave me the thumbs up. “This,” he told me, “Is for Marcus the Musical.” He believes in himself and this dream.

The fact that he can’t read a script doesn’t concern him, he's preparing his own. The burdens of official training in the areas of playwriting, acting, stagecraft, and so on…not an issue.

I would never, ever, tell him he won’t, or worse can’t, reach this dream. His passion is clear and he spends both waking and sleeping moments working toward this.

Another 23 year old without training and facing the uphill, dare I say impossible, mountain of learning and struggle, would likely give up. In fact, most young people are talked out of their dreams and move on because they “know better.”

The Letter that Rocked my World

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Last week Google led me to a letter written by a 5th grader that rocked my world.

The letter was a state level winner of the Letters About Literature contest sponsored by the Library of Congress. It was written to author Beth Vrabel about her book, Pack of Dorks.  I was previously unaware of this chapter book series. Although I don’t know how, because they appear to

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