Posts tagged Port Townsend
Man on a Boat

What would I say and what would I do if I could go back to those moments and speak boldly from my own human heart rather than reacting from a place of fear where I believed I would fail unless I was “doing as well as the boys” or “being one of the guys.”

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Psychology of Storytelling

Dr. Jessica Tartaro PhD, Intimacy Coach & Connection Facilitator, speaks with Storyborne about the psychology behind personal storytelling performance. Wonderful words of wisdom for performers, audiences and anyone interested in what it means to speak from the heart.

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Heart Stories

More than a dozen artists are coming together for one evening to share personal stories from the heart through spoken word, music and song, dance, mime and visual art. Some adult language and subject matter. Suggested $10 donation at door goes directly to paying the performing artists, event free and open to the public, sponsored by the Port Townsend Arts Commission. Port Townsend’s BluJay Kombucha will be there selling its delicious brew.

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Born with darkness

I have darkness. I was born with it. It was a cause of concern for my mother and some elementary school teachers. I learned to hide it, to hate it, to be sorry and ashamed of it.

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Love Train

I wondered how things would be now if I had loved the trains, instead of just the conductor.

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Hello Christmas, it's me again

Christmas, I can’t quit you. I feel like I’m a wild animal that you raised. When I was still a pup, you tossed me outside and yelled, “Go’on, git!”

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The pulchritudinous ladies of Port Townsend

Anyone who has seen the Netflix comedy “GLOW” knows the acronym stands for the Gorgeous Ladies of Wrestling. I wanted to make the tagline my own after my friends and I hit the Port Townsend Halloween scene last night dressed as those characters. I was pretty excited when the ol’ thesaurus spat out the word “pulchritudinous.” Synonyms for pulchritudinous include: Bewitching, classy, fascinating, resplendent and well-formed.

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Big 'Duck Hunter

Helen and I descended a slope where everything grew but houses. That land was destined to be part of the sea as it curled onto the beach, rolling like a player piano scroll upon which each cottonwood, thimbleberry and foxglove might trigger a single note when it hit the sand and washed away.

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She Tells Sea Tales: A Survivor's Story

It was hard going. In Mexico, the family shipwrecked in a williwaw while anchored close to land. The boys surfed cushions to shore, where textbooks and toys, covered in diesel, washed up on the beach.

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