When I was little, we would eat good food and then listen to stories. I was fortunate to have two of the best storytellers ever: My father’s mother told fables, horror, and zombie stories. Her stories were flights of fancy, intense and imaginative. My mother told real life stories of growing up in the fifties and sixties. Alternating between each of their homes (I lived with both) I heard the best of both worlds.



I remember as a child telling myself that when I grew up, I wanted to tell sto...
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