About hdh
I have been telling stories for over 40 years and writing forever. I am a retired teacher and storyteller. I hope to expand upon my repertoire and use this blog as a place to do writing. The main purpose is to give me and others that choose to comment, a space in which to play with issues that deal with storytelling, storytelling ideas, storytelling in education, reactions to events, and just plain fun stories. I explore some of my own writing throughout, from character analysis, to fictional, to poetry, and personal stories. I go wherever my muse sends me. Enjoy!
There’s nothing more annoying than having to scream to get someone’s attention. You’re standing outside your house and you want your son/wife/mother/father to come out so that you can pass along some vital piece of information crucial to their survival … Continue reading →
Think of some situations where someone else is controlling the position of your head. Examples might include sitting in dentist’s chair, having your hair washed at a hair salon, or when a doctor is examining you. Where do you look? … Continue reading →
If I asked you to tell me one song that you remember singing in school when you were young, what would you answer? For me it is the “Remember Your Name And Address” song that I learned when I was … Continue reading →
As I continue to work on editing and revising my Fire Alarm Story for telling, I am thankful to all of my friends and colleagues for all of the suggestions that they have given me. Here is the latest update: … Continue reading →
Early in third grade a new student entered my class. He arrived with his mother. Jay came from Israel and didn’t speak any English. He did however have one word of English down pat, “NO!” Before even uttering a word … Continue reading →
How does a 6-hour plane flight become a 14-hour story? It’s all in the timing. I was enrolled in a workshop that was run by what at the time was called NAPPS (The National Association for the Preservation and Perpetuation … Continue reading →
Throughout the years I taught, there were a number of misuses of the English language that would drive me crazy. Each instance has been used so frequently that they have become an accepted part of our speech.
As I build upon the repertoire of stories that I tell, I constantly step back to watch how they evolve. The first part of telling a story is finding the one that you want to tell. In some instances it’s … Continue reading →
When I was 15 years old I had my bicycle stolen. I lived in a good neighborhood in the Bronx, so it was surprising to me that my bicycle would be taken. I had no clue who or why it … Continue reading →
A few months ago, I wrote an entry about when I was 5 years old and pulled a fire alarm (see Where’s the Fire?) I have since decided that I want to tell this as personal story. That brings out … Continue reading →
