Maybe if I had read or watched Game of Thrones, I'd be better prepared for the winter they say is coming. In fact, they say it's coming tomorrow night. Weren't we just out, reveling in crimson and yellow-gold? Wasn't it just time for this? and now they are telling me to expect this: At least the boy has boots. My boots need repair. But it's the deep cold, and the dark, that I am afraid of. I feel unready. Maybe it's time to bake more bread and pies, and make kettles of soup, and knit up all the yarn. Or to tell stories. Come to the Linden Hills Farmers Market, Sundays at noon, and warm up with a story.
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AuthorSara Renee Logan has been telling stories to everyone who would listen since she was seven. She organized storytimes for her college roommates, and spent a year at Oxford studying folklore and folktales. Many years as a Waldorf teacher allowed her to tell stories about everything from Baba Yaga's hut on chicken legs to the water cycle to the life of Joan of Arc. Sara shares her life with her partner, Melanie, their son, and an unreasonable family of pets. She continues to share her love of storytelling and stories with audiences of all ages, specializing in bringing the wild beauty of folktales to young and old. Sara writes about parenting, storytelling, and about living a life with stories. Categories
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