rac·on·teur
rakˌänˈtər,-ən-/
noun: raconteur; plural noun: raconteurs
1. A person who tells anecdotes in a skillful and amusing way.
Early 19th century French from reconter: 'relate, recount'
synonyms: storyteller, teller of tales, spinner of yarns, narrator...
I've always been a storyteller, a raconteur, which is is evidenced by the fact that my parents nicknamed me Chatty Kathy from the minute I was old enough to talk. I'm going to assume it wasn't always a compliment, but it has always been accurate. Over the years, I have discovered that stories can be told in a myriad of ways. They can written or photographed or whispered in hushed tones or shouted on stage or a combination thereof. They can be old or new, borrowed or blue. They can be hidden away in a journal or shared with anyone who will listen. They can be technically sound but horribly boring or make you with weep at the beauty that touches the very innermost part of your collective soul with nary a comma to be found. Stories are like that. They're like all of that and more.
I am also a child of the prairie no matter where in the world I live. Like the Pulitzer Prize winning author Willa Cather, I will always look back on the vast plains of my youth with fondness and tender hindsight - always wide open with possibilities. (Unlike Cather, I haven't won a Pulitzer Prize. Ha!) As the edges of my memory grow tattered and dim, the center takes on a sentimental glow, but I will always be that wide-eyed girl staring up at the awesome expanse of starlit Nebraska sky soaking in the freedom that comes from a cool summer night.
On these pages you'll find some of my stories. - just a small portion of what I have written or photographed or talked about. I can't possibly record them all because, as my family can attest, Chatty Kathy can talk the bark off a tree. :)
rakˌänˈtər,-ən-/
noun: raconteur; plural noun: raconteurs
1. A person who tells anecdotes in a skillful and amusing way.
Early 19th century French from reconter: 'relate, recount'
synonyms: storyteller, teller of tales, spinner of yarns, narrator...
I've always been a storyteller, a raconteur, which is is evidenced by the fact that my parents nicknamed me Chatty Kathy from the minute I was old enough to talk. I'm going to assume it wasn't always a compliment, but it has always been accurate. Over the years, I have discovered that stories can be told in a myriad of ways. They can written or photographed or whispered in hushed tones or shouted on stage or a combination thereof. They can be old or new, borrowed or blue. They can be hidden away in a journal or shared with anyone who will listen. They can be technically sound but horribly boring or make you with weep at the beauty that touches the very innermost part of your collective soul with nary a comma to be found. Stories are like that. They're like all of that and more.
I am also a child of the prairie no matter where in the world I live. Like the Pulitzer Prize winning author Willa Cather, I will always look back on the vast plains of my youth with fondness and tender hindsight - always wide open with possibilities. (Unlike Cather, I haven't won a Pulitzer Prize. Ha!) As the edges of my memory grow tattered and dim, the center takes on a sentimental glow, but I will always be that wide-eyed girl staring up at the awesome expanse of starlit Nebraska sky soaking in the freedom that comes from a cool summer night.
On these pages you'll find some of my stories. - just a small portion of what I have written or photographed or talked about. I can't possibly record them all because, as my family can attest, Chatty Kathy can talk the bark off a tree. :)
