Here’s To the Ones Who Dream

Summer Sunday nights | We’d sink into our seats | Right as they dimmed out all the lights | A Technicolor world made out of music and machine | It called me to be on that screen | And live inside each scene | And live inside each scene was exactly what I spent the…

Storyteller.

     I am a storyteller. When I hear those words, instantly I’m transported back to the library building, in that small half circle room, with a nice, kind voice, and kids squirming in their seats yet still leaning forward, hanging on every word, captured by the pages of the story. In a way, my…