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You know, dear one, that I would join you in a flash were it that I were in your neighborhood. Blessings on you and yours.
(Actually, as far as the newspapers go, I am really good with "Gooogle Alerts" that keep me up to date on a variety of keyw...
Goodness, you read the Boston North Shore papers! Man, you are everywhere, and of course you are invited to Monday nights Chanukah party. I just finished frying about a 100 of those buggers and smell like a walking pot of oil and onions.
Yeah, I am going there: Judith Black Makes Latkes (::snort::)
http://www.wickedlocal.com/beverly/fun/food/x1792924280/Kitchen-Call-Latkes-and-a-story-or-two
Mucha Latte, hummmmmmmmmm When and where?
That was so much fun. Your style is so inviting, I felt like we have been friends for years, sharing stories over mocha lattes.
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- About Me:
- A creator and teller of tales for over 30 years, Judith’s stories wrestle with everything from familial dysfunction, to the search for spiritual connection, to the questionable joys of aging. Her background in theater, early childhood development, political activism, the the wryly observed life, inform her work. The recipient of the Oracle Circle of Excellence Award, she works as an artist in education, in the graduate school of Lesley University, and tells for adults and children around the globe. At home she’s the nurturer of an organic garden, sings in a women’s chorus, raised a U.S. Marine, runs a peer mentoring program and is married with Michael.
- Website:
- http://www.storiesalive.com
Comment Wall (22 comments)
- At 6:26pm on October 27, 2008,
Reisa Stone said… - Hello Judith,
I am fascinated by your work, particularly since you tell the stories of unsung women. I am working on a humorous cookbook/folklore & mythology text narrated by my Ukrainian grandmothers. Well, really the voices of all Ukrainian women. This is such important work. Badly needed for the world's healing.
I look forward to seeing you perform one day.
Kind regards,
Reisa Stone
- At 12:17am on July 26, 2008,
Bobbie Kinkead said… - Judith, that was one powerful workshop you gave to 10 of us in Oakland, CA - the third week-end in July of 2008. Great mental and physical exercises during sessions. I like the way we collaged the emotions underlying our story then did a color abstract of the emotions in the story. Art and story is one of my favorite ways of seeing and so telling. My story went well
and easily because unexpected emotions were well thought out before telling my story about my 'DAD's GIFTS'. Thanks for the time, experience, expertise, fun, and encouragement you gave us Excellent.
- At 3:56pm on April 1, 2008,
Judith Black said…
- Steven,
My mom just died and Passover is around the corner and I have to write a new story for a festival next month and the seedling are screaming to be put out in fertile earth and and and and right now I would not be able to be a responsible member of a toddler play group.
Let's get back to one another in 6 months and in the meantime explain to me exactly what is meant by "Applied Storytelling" A million thanks, and apologies.
Judith
- At 10:21am on April 1, 2008,
Steve Evans said… - Greetings! I wonder, won't you consider joining the group Applied Storytelling: The Power of Story? We would love to have you and learn from you. Best wishes. STEVE
- At 8:30pm on March 13, 2008,
Donna Washington said… - Judith,
Yeah! I must say I am glad you are part of this! I must confess that David uploaded my picture and I am still confused about what this whole forum is about, but, what the heck! I'm game.
I hope you are doing well. I'm a busy, crazy woman, but that's how it goes, I guess.
Let me know what you find most useful about all of this.
- At 8:09am on March 12, 2008,
Bill Watson said… - You know how it is to take piece of thread from a woven fabric. What you take is only a fraction of the whole piece. I do elude to the fact that the war continues even until today.
James joined the war because his brother,two years older,was bushwacked by the Blue Coats and carried off to fight for them. That's why he joined the Confederates. He wanted to kill the Yankees who too his brother from him. There was no politics nor race involved.
At the end of the hour, James is in his last battle. His side is low on ammo and they are instructed to wait until faces become clear due to the smoke of artillery before they shot. James pickes out a form moving in the smoke and when the soldier breaks into the open he fires his rifle and at the same split second he recognizes that it is his brother. He misses him but another bullet tears into his brother's chest. It takes James 45 minutes to crawl to his brother. As he holds him in his arms his brother recognizes him and says, "Little brother, I had no choice." And his brother dies in his arms.
It is a heavy moment. The audience is stunned. There is silence. Then there is applause and more than one has tears in their eyes.
I was inspired by your stories to bring to life a composite from the past, a snippet of the difficult and lighter moments of a time past called living history.
Thanks for the gift, Judith.
- At 8:04am on March 12, 2008,
Bill Watson said…
- You know how it is to take piece of thread from a woven fabric. What you take is only a fraction of the whole piece. I do elude to the fact that the war continues even until today.
James joined the war because his brother,two years older,was bushwacked by the Blue Coats and carried off to fight for them. That's why he joined the Confederates. He wanted to kill the Yankees who too his brother from him. There was no politics nor race involved.
At the end of the hour, James is in his last battle. His side is low on ammo and they are instructed to wait until faces become clear due to the smoke of artillery before they shot. James pickes out a form moving in the smoke and when the soldier breaks into the open he fires his rifle and at the same split second he recognizes that it is his brother. He misses him but another bullet tears into his brother's chest. It takes James 45 minutes to crawl to his brother. As he holds him in his arms his brother recognizes him and says, "Little brother, I had no choice." And his brother dies in his arms.
It is a heavy moment. The audience is stunned. There is silence. Then there is applause and more than one has tears in their eyes.
I was inspired by your stories to bring to life a composite from the past, a snippet of the difficult and lighter moments of a time past called living history.
Thanks for the gift, Judith.
- At 10:17am on March 11, 2008,
Buck P Creacy said… - Hello Judith;
Yes I have told lots of places, companies mostly Fortune 500 hitters and of course Toyota (diversity classes and storytelling/talks) nine times in ten years. I have told at Corn Island Storytelling Festival in Louisville, TaleSpin at Chattanooga, next week I will tell with Bil Lepp at the Northern Kentucky Storytelling Festival, and again at the same festival next month with Bill Harley. Check out my video here on PS where I told my original story "Soup." It's a non traditional Holiday story on Christmas Eve... to a surprise audience of over 1100 people (the surprise was on me.) In May, I will represent the NSN at the International Reading Association's 53rd Annual Conference at the World Marketplace in Atlanta, Georgia. They are expecting over 20 thousand folks out for that little picnic. I will speak four hours in five days and not repeat, I hope someone will notice. I need Susan's contact information. I hope you might send it to me via email.
Thanks for your help and friendship
Life is good, work is hard... it's supposed to be!
have a good day
Buck
- At 10:25pm on March 10, 2008,
Buck P Creacy said…
- Not only are you plain... but you're slow... (Yes, my dear heart... you have it exactly right.) I should add to this lesson that the level of disparing words... is often an indicator of how very highly you're considered by the other. Although homely is just about as rough as it gets... One key point, you should always say this with a little bit of a smile on your face. Someday, it is my dream to be on the same platform with you at a festival, both of us "featured tellers" and perhaps you could introduce me... as "your friend... Buck P Creacy, he's homely and hard to look at... and he is a good guy." As far as dreams go... that would be one of the toppers.
- At 2:47pm on March 10, 2008,
Buck P Creacy said…
- Hello Judith
In my family, when a man brings home a startlingly beautiful adn charming woman to meet the family. In turn, each one of us gives our opinion. Now the truth of the matter is that we all can plainly see that she is not only beautiful, intelligent and a well rounded person but that he may care for her a great deal. With our tongues poised near our cheeks we say something like..."Nice girl.. plain... but nice." The one who brought the woman, smiles in the light of family approval. The same holds true for any male drug home by a female member of the family (like roadkill by the cat)... IF WE APPROVE OF SAID MALE... We might say... "Nice fellow, homely... seems to be clean... dirt under his fingernails." This is a blue ribbon stamp of approval. The family message of disapproval would sound like this... "She is a very pretty girl... that's all." I really don't know how this code got started but I enjoy it... and it seems to me to be a little bit of fun. Now may I say that "I just love Judith Black... plain... unimaginative... but I love her." Now before you get up to beat me up... you know in your heart I think you are a wonderful... and amazing woman... even if you are a little homely... (Big smile here)
You have been and continue to be an inspiration in my life. I watch you and learn. I hope you will always consider me a friend.
Buck. Juuuuust kidding about the homeliness
Peace!
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