Storytellers

Appalachian storytellers roll language into the still air as though their tongues are wrapped ’round a boulder of ‘baca

A lilting, a tilting, an unobstructed, obstructed flow of rhythm rounding the curve of the river

Up the mountain marching, slidin’ down into the holler, then blowin’ ’round the bend with laughter

Frank Solanki

If you want to be a hero well just follow me

His Grace Is Enough

Setting you free logically through contextual interpretations.

Brave New Girl

A girl and her adventures

Mitch Teemley

The Power of Story

In My Father's House

"...that where I am you may be also." Jn.14:3

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