My story today is centered around the idea that many people make their permanent homes in places where most people only vacation. There were never any curtains here. Something about the beach air made people forget that sunlight could be blocked out and that morning would come anyway. Where do you like to go to get away from it all? Tell me in the comments. That’s my story. Tell me one of yours.

<a href="http://storiesforgrownups.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/03/whale.jpg" rel="attachment wp-att-643 nofollow" target="_blank"></a>My story today is centered around the idea that many people make their permanent homes in places where most people only vacation. <blockquote>There were never any curtains here. Something about the beach air made people forget that sunlight could be blocked out and that morning would come anyway.</blockquote> Where do you like to go to get away from it all? Tell me in the comments. <h4>That’s my story. Tell me one of yours.</h4>

My Story: The Whimsical Whale on the Corner

My story today is about the way we can put our trust in perfect strangers – like our hair stylists. Maralyn insisted on maintaining the often-seen short spiky hairdo that older woman gravitated toward when they give up. She resisted Hannah’s efforts to soften her face with another style. Hannah regretted missing out on the chance to dye all those spikes Barbie pink. What is it about certain strangers that makes us feel like we can trust them? Tell me in the comments. That’s my story. Tell me one of yours.

<a href="http://storiesforgrownups.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/02/longhair.jpg" rel="attachment wp-att-637 nofollow" target="_blank"></a>My story today is about the way we can put our trust in perfect strangers – like our hair stylists. <blockquote>Maralyn insisted on maintaining the often-seen short spiky hairdo that older woman gravitated toward when they give up. She resisted Hannah’s efforts to soften her face with another style. Hannah regretted missing out on the chance to dye all those spikes Barbie pink.</blockquote> What is it about certain strangers that makes us feel like we can trust them? Tell me in the comments. <h4>That’s my story. Tell me one of yours.</h4>

My Story: Instructions for Care

My story today revolves around something most of us thoroughly enjoy – sleep. But what if you didn’t need to sleep anymore. How would you spend that extra time in your day? Stella had started a late-night crafting group and she kept sending me pictures of hip homemade wreaths, hand-stamped stationary and throw pillows with inappropriate phrases stitched on them. Her pictures came at all hours of the night and there were clusters of them waiting for my attention in the morning. What did you dream of last night? Tell me in the comments. That’s my story. Tell me one of yours.

<a href="http://storiesforgrownups.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/06/mermaid.jpg" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"></a>My story today revolves around something most of us thoroughly enjoy – sleep. But what if you didn’t need to sleep anymore. How would you spend that extra time in your day? <blockquote>Stella had started a late-night crafting group and she kept sending me pictures of hip homemade wreaths, hand-stamped stationary and throw pillows with inappropriate phrases stitched on them. Her pictures came at all hours of the night and there were clusters of them waiting for my attention in the morning.</blockquote> What did you dream of last night? Tell me in the comments. <h4>That’s my story. Tell me one of yours.</h4>

My Story: At Night I Dream of Mermaids

My story today echoes in silence – from children, from heartbeats and from the things that we do not say to the people we love. At pickup time my sister is late. Or rather she is always late for our agreed-upon pickup time, but since she is consistently late, maybe she is actually on time. She looks tired despite the day off, so we do not talk. What are you putting off saying to the people you love? That’s my story. Tell me one of yours.

<a href="http://storiesforgrownups.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/06/heartbeat.jpg" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"></a>My story today echoes in silence – from children, from heartbeats and from the things that we do not say to the people we love. <blockquote>At pickup time my sister is late. Or rather she is always late for our agreed-upon pickup time, but since she is consistently late, maybe she is actually on time. She looks tired despite the day off, so we do not talk.</blockquote> What are you putting off saying to the people you love? <h4>That’s my story. Tell me one of yours.</h4>

My Story: The Days Between Heartbeats

My story today is built around the idea of strangers on the bus. The shared intimacy of taking a long trip together can take its toll on people – both for the good and the bad: A thin young man in his mid-20s flopped down next to Robyn and immediately assumed the wide-legged spread all men assume while seated. Robyn watched him under lowered lids: The wider the parting of the legs, the more space he was trying to claim for himself. Being fat and taking up more space was one thing, spreading out your knees to take over an unrealistic amount of real estate for your crotch was another. Robyn thought some guys were really only one evolutionary step above peeing on their territory. Listen to Bus People and tell me about the worst bus trip you’ve ever taken. That’s my story. Tell me one of yours.

<a href="http://storiesforgrownups.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/06/bus.jpg" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"></a>My story today is built around the idea of strangers on the bus. The shared intimacy of taking a long trip together can take its toll on people – both for the good and the bad: <blockquote>A thin young man in his mid-20s flopped down next to Robyn and immediately assumed the wide-legged spread all men assume while seated. Robyn watched him under lowered lids: The wider the parting of the legs, the more space he was trying to claim for himself. Being fat and taking up more space was one thing, spreading out your knees to take over an unrealistic amount of real estate for your crotch was another. Robyn thought some guys were really only one evolutionary step above peeing on their territory.</blockquote> Listen to Bus People and tell me about the worst bus trip you’ve ever taken. <h4>That’s my story. Tell me one of yours.</h4>

My Story: Bus People

My story today is set in the same way all parents tell stories to their children: With certain details omitted. What you want your children to know and what actually happened are two completely separate stories: Of course, there is a flip side to this story: One of perpetual light in which the birthrate dropped a bit and people were less likely to have one-night stands when faced with a potential lover in the bright accusing light of day outside a bar. But I’ve never met someone from the opposite side of the world to tell me that story. And I really don’t want to tell my children about one-night stands so close to bedtime. Sex education should take place in the daylight. Listen to Once Upon a Midnight Summer and tell me what you would change about your life if it was suddenly left in darkness. That’s my story. Tell me one of yours.

<a href="http://storiesforgrownups.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/03/midnight.jpg" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"></a>My story today is set in the same way all parents tell stories to their children: With certain details omitted. What you want your children to know and what actually happened are two completely separate stories: <blockquote>Of course, there is a flip side to this story: One of perpetual light in which the birthrate dropped a bit and people were less likely to have one-night stands when faced with a potential lover in the bright accusing light of day outside a bar. But I’ve never met someone from the opposite side of the world to tell me that story. And I really don’t want to tell my children about one-night stands so close to bedtime. Sex education should take place in the daylight.</blockquote> Listen to Once Upon a Midnight Summer and tell me what you would change about your life if it was suddenly left in darkness. <h4>That’s my story. Tell me one of yours.</h4>

My Story: Once Upon a Midnight Summer

Sometimes a story buzzes around in my head for a while before I am able to get it right — this is certainly the case with my story for today. I like to ask people what their first memories are of. For some people it’s just a fleeting impression and for others it is in amazing clarity with lots of details. Christine’s first memory was a flood of orange juice. The cascading fall of it as it slipped out of her grasp and spread into a large puddle in front of the fridge, the pulpy bits lodging themselves between her toes. Why mom kept it in that glass pitcher, she never thought to ask. Her mother was the one who found Christine standing in the juice puddle, and she lifted her onto the sink counter to wash her ankles and toes with warm water. Listen to A Brilliant Shade of Blue. And tell me what you would think about if you had the time to sit still with your own thoughts. That’s my story. Tell me one of yours.

<a href="http://storiesforgrownups.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/09/bluesky.jpg" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"></a>Sometimes a story buzzes around in my head for a while before I am able to get it right — this is certainly the case with my story for today. I like to ask people what their first memories are of. For some people it’s just a fleeting impression and for others it is in amazing clarity with lots of details. <blockquote>Christine’s first memory was a flood of orange juice. The cascading fall of it as it slipped out of her grasp and spread into a large puddle in front of the fridge, the pulpy bits lodging themselves between her toes. Why mom kept it in that glass pitcher, she never thought to ask. Her mother was the one who found Christine standing in the juice puddle, and she lifted her onto the sink counter to wash her ankles and toes with warm water.</blockquote> Listen to A Brilliant Shade of Blue. And tell me what you would think about if you had the time to sit still with your own thoughts. <h4>That’s my story. Tell me one of yours.</h4>

My Story: A Brilliant Shade of Blue

My story today is a little more personal than most of my others, because the mother in the story is based on my own mother — a woman I greatly respect, admire and love. Children retain so many memories of their parents, but only in the role of parents. So few of us get to know the person outside of the parental role — the coworker, the friend, the person they were before becoming a parent. My Mother was still waiting. Sitting at the kitchen table with a snack for us, or to take our wet jackets and umbrellas. Sometimes even in the same spot we had left her at breakfast. In my child’s mind she was always waiting for me there – her life at a standstill when I left the room. She is waiting now. For the rain to stop and her grandson to wake from his nap. And maybe even for me. Listen to: When It’s Enough. That’s my story. Tell me one of yours.

<a href="http://storiesforgrownups.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/05/tea.jpg" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"></a>My story today is a little more personal than most of my others, because the mother in the story is based on my own mother — a woman I greatly respect, admire and love. Children retain so many memories of their parents, but only in the role of parents. So few of us get to know the person outside of the parental role — the coworker, the friend, the person they were before becoming a parent. <blockquote>My Mother was still waiting. Sitting at the kitchen table with a snack for us, or to take our wet jackets and umbrellas. Sometimes even in the same spot we had left her at breakfast. In my child’s mind she was always waiting for me there – her life at a standstill when I left the room. She is waiting now. For the rain to stop and her grandson to wake from his nap. And maybe even for me.</blockquote> Listen to: When It’s Enough. <h4>That’s my story. Tell me one of yours.</h4>

My Story: When It’s Enough

A familiar, soft buzzing noise is at the heart of my story. It’s amazing how that little buzz/ping/beep has integrated into our days. There is the phantom buzz where you think you heard your phone, but aren’t sure. And there is even the buzz check where you haven’t heard a buzz in so long, you have to check your battery. But what if there was just silence? Imagine that your phone stopped talking to you. There was once a time when he had to corral people and demand they stack their phones in the center of the conference table just to keep their attention for the 15-minute meeting. He thought of how they would look now – a tower of empty boxes. Listen to: The Virus Is the Cure. That’s my story. Tell me one of yours. subscribe to us on iTunes

<a href="http://storiesforgrownups.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/03/virus.jpg" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"></a>A familiar, soft buzzing noise is at the heart of my story. It’s amazing how that little buzz/ping/beep has integrated into our days. There is the phantom buzz where you think you heard your phone, but aren’t sure. And there is even the buzz check where you haven’t heard a buzz in so long, you have to check your battery. But what if there was just silence? Imagine that your phone stopped talking to you. <blockquote>There was once a time when he had to corral people and demand they stack their phones in the center of the conference table just to keep their attention for the 15-minute meeting. He thought of how they would look now – a tower of empty boxes.</blockquote> Listen to: The Virus Is the Cure. <h4>That’s my story. Tell me one of yours.</h4> <a href="https://itunes.apple.com/us/podcast/stories-for-grown-ups/id719168892" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">subscribe to us on iTunes</a>

My Story: The Virus Is the Cure

 My story today focuses on the idea that we all have very different childhoods. But what if yours was so unusual, you had to hide it? In The Separated Life of Annie Good, we meet a woman who lies about the abnormality of her upbringing because the lie is easier to explain. Even to her boyfriend: In her defense, she had spent the first four weeks of their relationship believing it would never work out between them. He was, after all, a calculus major. During their first date he had tried to start conversations with her about social economics and politics before they were able to settle on classic cinema as a mutually satisfying topic. By the time she had realized her miscalculation on his viability as a long-term boyfriend and started believing in his potential, it seemed too late to delve into childhood issues. Abnormal is the new normal. That’s my story. Tell me one of yours. subscribe to us on iTunes

<a href="http://storiesforgrownups.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/03/broken-cookie.jpg" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"></a> My story today focuses on the idea that we all have very different childhoods. But what if yours was so unusual, you had to hide it? In The Separated Life of Annie Good, we meet a woman who lies about the abnormality of her upbringing because the lie is easier to explain. Even to her boyfriend: <blockquote>In her defense, she had spent the first four weeks of their relationship believing it would never work out between them. He was, after all, a calculus major. During their first date he had tried to start conversations with her about social economics and politics before they were able to settle on classic cinema as a mutually satisfying topic. By the time she had realized her miscalculation on his viability as a long-term boyfriend and started believing in his potential, it seemed too late to delve into childhood issues.</blockquote> Abnormal is the new normal. <h4>That’s my story. Tell me one of yours.</h4> <a href="https://itunes.apple.com/us/podcast/stories-for-grown-ups/id719168892" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">subscribe to us on iTunes</a>

My Story: The Separated Life of Annie Good

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My story today includes a little motherly advice. We are all familiar with motherly advice — that nagging (and usually correct) voice in our heads. In today’s story — I Should Have Peed Before I Left — we hear advice on common issues, like cleaning: Alyssa was standing naked in her kitchen admiring her clean floors. She had mopped them when she first moved in, but this was her first real chance to give them a thorough scrubbing. Alyssa had woken earlier than usual that Sunday, and had scoured her new apartment. As the faux tile floor dried, Alyssa walked into her beige-on-white bathroom to freshen up before putting her clothes back on. The wisdom of our parents spans across all topics, including love. We just have to learn to listen. Tell me your favorite bit of motherly advice in the comments section. That’s my story. Tell me one of yours. subscribe to us on iTunes

<a href="http://storiesforgrownups.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/01/motherly-advice.jpg" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"></a>My story today includes a little motherly advice. We are all familiar with motherly advice — that nagging (and usually correct) voice in our heads. In today’s story — I Should Have Peed Before I Left — we hear advice on common issues, like cleaning: <blockquote>Alyssa was standing naked in her kitchen admiring her clean floors. She had mopped them when she first moved in, but this was her first real chance to give them a thorough scrubbing. Alyssa had woken earlier than usual that Sunday, and had scoured her new apartment. As the faux tile floor dried, Alyssa walked into her beige-on-white bathroom to freshen up before putting her clothes back on.</blockquote> The wisdom of our parents spans across all topics, including love. We just have to learn to listen. Tell me your favorite bit of motherly advice in the comments section. <h4>That’s my story. Tell me one of yours.</h4> <a href="https://itunes.apple.com/us/podcast/stories-for-grown-ups/id719168892" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">subscribe to us on iTunes</a>

My story: I Should Have Peed Before I Left

My story today is dedicated to the people who sit in a cube all day. Inter-office politics are hard to avoid, and for most office workers they are just a part of working life. In The Nine Types of People You Meet in Every Office, Ginger explains that it doesn’t matter what type of job she does or the company that she works for (however odd it may be) — wherever she goes, she will always find the same personalities: There’s the gossip, the historian, the bully, the scavenger, the untethered balloon, the worry-wart, the newbie, the mentor and the crazy one. Learn how to navigate each of those people, and you’ll be fine. What types of office people have you met in your office? That’s my story. Tell me one of yours. subscribe to us on iTunes

<a href="http://storiesforgrownups.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/11/office.jpg" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"></a>My story today is dedicated to the people who sit in a cube all day. Inter-office politics are hard to avoid, and for most office workers they are just a part of working life. In The Nine Types of People You Meet in Every Office, Ginger explains that it doesn’t matter what type of job she does or the company that she works for (however odd it may be) — wherever she goes, she will always find the same personalities: <blockquote>There’s the gossip, the historian, the bully, the scavenger, the untethered balloon, the worry-wart, the newbie, the mentor and the crazy one. Learn how to navigate each of those people, and you’ll be fine.</blockquote> What types of office people have you met in your office? <h4>That’s my story. Tell me one of yours.</h4> <a href="https://itunes.apple.com/us/podcast/stories-for-grown-ups/id719168892" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">subscribe to us on iTunes</a>

My story: The Nine Types of Office People You Meet

Malibu Barbie

My story today — Malibu Barbie; Roller Skates; Concert Tickets; Fuzzy Socks and Tulips on a Rainy Day — is a story about lists. We all keep those secret lists in our heads: Of things we’ve done, things we’d like to do, the things we have to do and all the things we are afraid to try. Some lists are easy to share, but other times it’s hard to share those secrets — even with the people who know us best. I almost told her then. About Michael. About 14 months of my life wasted. About the boxes in the basement that held all my things. His things. Our things. Instead, I said, “What’s really wrong, Betty?” What is your top 5 list of things you want the world to know about you? That’s my story. Tell me one of yours. subscribe to us on iTunes

<a href="http://storiesforgrownups.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/01/tulips.jpg" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"></a>My story today — Malibu Barbie; Roller Skates; Concert Tickets; Fuzzy Socks and Tulips on a Rainy Day — is a story about lists. We all keep those secret lists in our heads: Of things we’ve done, things we’d like to do, the things we have to do and all the things we are afraid to try. Some lists are easy to share, but other times it’s hard to share those secrets — even with the people who know us best. <blockquote>I almost told her then. About Michael. About 14 months of my life wasted. About the boxes in the basement that held all my things. His things. Our things. Instead, I said, “What’s really wrong, Betty?”</blockquote> What is your top 5 list of things you want the world to know about you? <h4>That’s my story. Tell me one of yours.</h4> <a href="https://itunes.apple.com/us/podcast/stories-for-grown-ups/id719168892" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">subscribe to us on iTunes</a>

My story: Malibu Barbie; Roller Skates; Concert Tickets; Fuzzy Socks & Tulips

My story today deals with memories. We all know that the older we get, the more our memories fail us: First kisses, the ways we spent our summer vacations and even being ticklish fade away with time. But what if your memories aren’t accurate to begin with? In today’s storytelling podcast episode Memories of Being Ticklish on a Hot Summer’s Day, a woman and her twin daughters have different ways of accessing the past and the present; each of them believes that their memories are the truth. As an adult, are you afraid of being ticklish? That’s my story. Tell me one of yours. subscribe to us on iTunes

<a href="http://storiesforgrownups.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/12/summer.jpg" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"></a>My story today deals with memories. We all know that the older we get, the more our memories fail us: First kisses, the ways we spent our summer vacations and even being ticklish fade away with time. But what if your memories aren’t accurate to begin with? In today’s storytelling podcast episode Memories of Being Ticklish on a Hot Summer’s Day, a woman and her twin daughters have different ways of accessing the past and the present; each of them believes that their memories are the truth. As an adult, are you afraid of being ticklish? <h4>That’s my story. Tell me one of yours.</h4> <a href="https://itunes.apple.com/us/podcast/stories-for-grown-ups/id719168892" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">subscribe to us on iTunes</a>

My story: Memories of Being Ticklish on a Hot Summer’s Day

As my story today shows, the edge of something can be razor sharp or a bit blurred at times. But, no matter the case, you have to be careful when approaching it. In Growing Up Along the Edge, the narrator takes a look back at the things that made his hometown special and his childhood seem a little ominous. In my later years, I had passed along my tales of the edge to my own children – all mature stories venturing into middle age: Of the time I lost my father’s flashlight to its bottomless depths. Or the day the wind was so strong it lifted the blackness over the edge and it rolled over our ankles in scorching waves. Of my last visit, when I celebrated my 21st birthday with a drink by its side. Think back to what your childhood memories are like in your town. Anything unusual you’d like to share? Tell me in the comments. That’s my story. Tell me one of yours. subscribe to us on iTunes

<a href="http://storiesforgrownups.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/01/edge.jpg" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"></a>As my story today shows, the edge of something can be razor sharp or a bit blurred at times. But, no matter the case, you have to be careful when approaching it. In Growing Up Along the Edge, the narrator takes a look back at the things that made his hometown special and his childhood seem a little ominous. <blockquote>In my later years, I had passed along my tales of the edge to my own children – all mature stories venturing into middle age: Of the time I lost my father’s flashlight to its bottomless depths. Or the day the wind was so strong it lifted the blackness over the edge and it rolled over our ankles in scorching waves. Of my last visit, when I celebrated my 21st birthday with a drink by its side.</blockquote> Think back to what your childhood memories are like in your town. Anything unusual you’d like to share? Tell me in the comments. <h4>That’s my story. Tell me one of yours.</h4> <a href="https://itunes.apple.com/us/podcast/stories-for-grown-ups/id719168892" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">subscribe to us on iTunes</a>

My story: Growing Up Along the Edge

My story today has an unusual title, but stay with me. This storytelling podcast explores that cast of background characters that seem to follow people in their daily lives. You see the same faces everywhere — on your morning commute, in line at the supermarket or even just walking along the street. In Woman with Eggs on Bus, we find that the background characters can lead some of the most interesting lives. It occurs to Harriet that if she should die, she should probably leave her parents a note about the small plastic gnomes in the bottom drawer of her kitchen. The drawer wasn’t always devoted to gnomes – at one point it contained pots and pans. But then there was that Black Friday six years ago where she was trolling an online auction site and found a gross of them for sale. Maybe this story will inspire you to reach out to those near strangers and say hello. That’s my story. Tell me one of yours. subscribe to us on iTunes

<a href="http://storiesforgrownups.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/12/eggs.jpg" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"></a>My story today has an unusual title, but stay with me. This storytelling podcast explores that cast of background characters that seem to follow people in their daily lives. You see the same faces everywhere — on your morning commute, in line at the supermarket or even just walking along the street. In Woman with Eggs on Bus, we find that the background characters can lead some of the most interesting lives. <blockquote>It occurs to Harriet that if she should die, she should probably leave her parents a note about the small plastic gnomes in the bottom drawer of her kitchen. The drawer wasn’t always devoted to gnomes – at one point it contained pots and pans. But then there was that Black Friday six years ago where she was trolling an online auction site and found a gross of them for sale.</blockquote> Maybe this story will inspire you to reach out to those near strangers and say hello. <h4>That’s my story. Tell me one of yours.</h4> <a href="https://itunes.apple.com/us/podcast/stories-for-grown-ups/id719168892" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">subscribe to us on iTunes</a>

My story: Woman with Eggs on Bus

My story today has a happy ending. A lot of my storytelling podcast posts don’t have a happy ending. I think that is part of the problem with stories — outside of certain genres (romance novels, fairy tales), most stories don’t have a happy ending. In Waking up with Strangers, however, the listener can be assured a happy ending — it may just be the rest of the story that they have a problem with. Do you like happy endings to stories? That’s my story. Tell me one of yours. subscribe to us on iTunes

<a href="http://storiesforgrownups.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/12/waking-up.jpg" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"></a>My story today has a happy ending. A lot of my storytelling podcast posts don’t have a happy ending. I think that is part of the problem with stories — outside of certain genres (romance novels, fairy tales), most stories don’t have a happy ending. In Waking up with Strangers, however, the listener can be assured a happy ending — it may just be the rest of the story that they have a problem with. Do you like happy endings to stories? <h4>That’s my story. Tell me one of yours.</h4> <a href="https://itunes.apple.com/us/podcast/stories-for-grown-ups/id719168892" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">subscribe to us on iTunes</a>

My story: Waking up with Strangers

My story today is a bit more literary than usual. In Othello, jealousy drives the main characters to acts of deceit, betrayal and violence. At the most extreme end of the spectrum, Iago is a man no one wants to become. In The End of Jealousy, Hannah regards Iago and the other characters as a pipe dream. She teaches the words of Othello over and over again, but can’t relate to the emotion behind them – jealousy is an emotion that only exists on paper. Tomorrow her students will face the death of Desdemona and, eventually, of Othello, too. Hannah will do her best to answer their questions about motives, but she will end the day with the same bittersweet sense of triumph and failure as she does every year. In two days’ time, her students will be happy to return to reading Walden, or at least as happy as her students are to be reading anything, and Hannah will return her beloved copy of Othello to her nightstand shelf at home. That’s my story. Tell me one of yours. subscribe to us on iTunes

<a href="http://storiesforgrownups.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/11/jealousy.jpg" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"></a>My story today is a bit more literary than usual. In Othello, jealousy drives the main characters to acts of deceit, betrayal and violence. At the most extreme end of the spectrum, Iago is a man no one wants to become. In The End of Jealousy, Hannah regards Iago and the other characters as a pipe dream. She teaches the words of Othello over and over again, but can’t relate to the emotion behind them – jealousy is an emotion that only exists on paper. <blockquote>Tomorrow her students will face the death of Desdemona and, eventually, of Othello, too. Hannah will do her best to answer their questions about motives, but she will end the day with the same bittersweet sense of triumph and failure as she does every year. In two days’ time, her students will be happy to return to reading Walden, or at least as happy as her students are to be reading anything, and Hannah will return her beloved copy of Othello to her nightstand shelf at home.</blockquote> <h4>That’s my story. Tell me one of yours.</h4> <a href="https://itunes.apple.com/us/podcast/stories-for-grown-ups/id719168892" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">subscribe to us on iTunes</a>

My story: The End of Jealousy

My story today is a bit darker than my usual tales, but it all comes down to choice. Drinking in the Daylight details a world where women can choose to be mothers or have careers, but not both. Faced with that option, three generations of women explore that major decision in their lives. It’s hard enough for a woman to make the choice between career and family — never mind making it while you are still a teenager. A woman didn’t drink when her children were home. The mothers who reached for their wine when they still had toddlers underfoot were shunned at social gatherings. When all the children reached the ripe old age of five and were safely at school for the day, that was when the liquor cabinet locks were broken open. Listen to the story and tell me what you would choose in the comments. That’s my story. Tell me one of yours. subscribe to us on iTunes

<a href="http://storiesforgrownups.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/11/alcohol.jpg" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"></a>My story today is a bit darker than my usual tales, but it all comes down to choice. Drinking in the Daylight details a world where women can choose to be mothers or have careers, but not both. Faced with that option, three generations of women explore that major decision in their lives. It’s hard enough for a woman to make the choice between career and family — never mind making it while you are still a teenager. <blockquote>A woman didn’t drink when her children were home. The mothers who reached for their wine when they still had toddlers underfoot were shunned at social gatherings. When all the children reached the ripe old age of five and were safely at school for the day, that was when the liquor cabinet locks were broken open.</blockquote> Listen to the story and tell me what you would choose in the comments. <h4>That’s my story. Tell me one of yours.</h4> <a href="https://itunes.apple.com/us/podcast/stories-for-grown-ups/id719168892" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">subscribe to us on iTunes</a>

My story: Drinking in the Daylight

My story today is an oldie, but a goodie.  Technical Witch Craft first appeared in print in 2000, but I cleaned it up and expanded it a bit here as a fun story for Halloween. Writers and witches have the same problem: We are never done tinkering with our words —whether it is a spell or a short piece of fiction. Anyway, the story tells the lives of witches who do very normal things, like eat lunch in restaurants. (Hey, a witch has gotta eat, right?) But, they do let their supernatural sides shine as well. It was a dark night when we gathered that first time and giggled our way through mispronouncing the Latin words and trying to keep our ritual books open to the correct page. I had thought of that moment all week – of having true sisters. What is your favorite thing to dress up as for Halloween? Let me know in the comments. That’s my story. Tell me one of yours. subscribe to us on iTunes

<a href="http://storiesforgrownups.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/10/witchcraft.jpg" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"></a>My story today is an oldie, but a goodie. Technical Witch Craft first appeared in print in 2000, but I cleaned it up and expanded it a bit here as a fun story for Halloween. Writers and witches have the same problem: We are never done tinkering with our words —whether it is a spell or a short piece of fiction. Anyway, the story tells the lives of witches who do very normal things, like eat lunch in restaurants. (Hey, a witch has gotta eat, right?) But, they do let their supernatural sides shine as well. <blockquote>It was a dark night when we gathered that first time and giggled our way through mispronouncing the Latin words and trying to keep our ritual books open to the correct page. I had thought of that moment all week – of having true sisters.</blockquote> What is your favorite thing to dress up as for Halloween? Let me know in the comments. <h4>That’s my story. Tell me one of yours.</h4> <a href="https://itunes.apple.com/us/podcast/stories-for-grown-ups/id719168892" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">subscribe to us on iTunes</a>

My story: Technical Witch Craft

My story today is about morals…sort of. In Just, which is a morality tale for the 21st century, the listener gets to choose the fate of the main couple. But be forewarned before you listen: Just is full of betrayal — for everyone involved. (Also, there is a bit of office talk.) Each of them will toil away in an office, where they feel productive and small at the same time, where they trade office gossip and find structure to the unwieldy hours of the day. The type of jobs they do does not matter. They are just jobs. Listen to the story and leave your choice in the comments? Did you get the “right” answer? That’s my story. Tell me one of yours. subscribe to us on iTunes

<a href="http://storiesforgrownups.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/10/moral.jpg" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"></a>My story today is about morals…sort of. In Just, which is a morality tale for the 21st century, the listener gets to choose the fate of the main couple. But be forewarned before you listen: Just is full of betrayal — for everyone involved. (Also, there is a bit of office talk.) <blockquote>Each of them will toil away in an office, where they feel productive and small at the same time, where they trade office gossip and find structure to the unwieldy hours of the day. The type of jobs they do does not matter. They are just jobs.</blockquote> Listen to the story and leave your choice in the comments? Did you get the “right” answer? <h4>That’s my story. Tell me one of yours.</h4> <a href="https://itunes.apple.com/us/podcast/stories-for-grown-ups/id719168892" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">subscribe to us on iTunes</a>

My story: Just (a morality tale)

My story today involves a pretty bad break-up. Most people can’t help but bring their work home with them, and the narrator in The Book Critic Dumps His Girlfriend is no different. As he parts ways with his girlfriend, the book critic can’t help but give her some advice on how to be a better character and a better writer overall. She had hooked him with her backstory: She was adopted as a teenager with the ambition to travel the world to write a novel about discovering hope in poverty-stricken villages. She balanced work and a full social calendar with her volunteering at the local animal shelter on weekends. But after investing months in their relationship, he was faced with her shame – that her character was destined to be static. It takes some close listening to find out what went wrong in their relationship, but the book critic eventually gets around to making his point. Tell me about your worst break-up in the comments. That’s my story. Tell me one of yours. subscribe to us on iTunes

<a href="http://storiesforgrownups.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/10/book.jpg" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"></a>My story today involves a pretty bad break-up. Most people can’t help but bring their work home with them, and the narrator in The Book Critic Dumps His Girlfriend is no different. As he parts ways with his girlfriend, the book critic can’t help but give her some advice on how to be a better character and a better writer overall. <blockquote>She had hooked him with her backstory: She was adopted as a teenager with the ambition to travel the world to write a novel about discovering hope in poverty-stricken villages. She balanced work and a full social calendar with her volunteering at the local animal shelter on weekends. But after investing months in their relationship, he was faced with her shame – that her character was destined to be static.</blockquote> It takes some close listening to find out what went wrong in their relationship, but the book critic eventually gets around to making his point. Tell me about your worst break-up in the comments. <h4>That’s my story. Tell me one of yours.</h4> <a href="https://itunes.apple.com/us/podcast/stories-for-grown-ups/id719168892" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">subscribe to us on iTunes</a>

My story: The Book Critic Dumps His Girlfriend

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