<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15084624</id><updated>2012-02-18T15:20:07.565-08:00</updated><category term='healing'/><category term='sharing'/><category term='counseling'/><category term='family reunions'/><category term='holidays'/><category term='tears'/><category term='storytelling'/><category term='crying'/><category term='family storytelling'/><category term='kayaking'/><category term='reunions'/><category term='Thanksgiving'/><category term='grief'/><category term='stories'/><category term='Family Storytellers'/><title type='text'>Jeanette Vaughn Waddell, Professional Storyteller</title><subtitle type='html'>Spinning a web of words, transforming the ordinary into stories that educate, encourage and entertain.I enjoy all aspects of storytelling, performing, researching new programs, memorizing stories, and learning the craft. 

Audiences range from 6 months (daycare centers) to over 90  (senior daycare, nursing homes). Each brings its own magic. With children, it's wide eyed wonder, elders, the look of recognition and those in between, it's, “I'm surprised, I really like this.”</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanettevaughn.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15084624/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanettevaughn.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>jeanettevaughnwaddell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05085422494692864879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RUIMbrh5Pyw/SODdlDGTCiI/AAAAAAAAAAo/1BBb6jeJMJA/S220/HoldingMicroJacket.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15084624.post-6487869094360137358</id><published>2010-01-22T12:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T12:09:08.884-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflections on Black History Month</title><content type='html'>I still remember the shame I felt in American History class, both high school and college. In high school, the textbook showed a pictures of Blacks picking cotton and the caption inferred that they were happy doing so. I've picked cotton and I knew that doing back breaking work in the blazing southern sun, without much pay, isn't something that brings much happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In college, my professor referred to Blacks as "niggers" during the discussion of the Civil War and reconstruction. He said the term was historically accurate and in keeping with language used during that period. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 16 years of formal education, I was livid to discover that 'slavery' was only one part of my story and the story of my people. Formal education had only given me part of my story. The rest I discovered later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The complete story has yet to become part of our national consciousness. Despite Black history month, African Studies programs, the popular preception is that our story begins with slavery. Until the rest of our story is known we will continue to have debates that question our intelligence, our place in world history and our future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new century does call for new stories. These new stories must remind us of our African origins and world changing contributions. This new story must view slavery in the context of our complete history, pointing to our strengt, and removing the shame and misconceptions. Our slavery experience is a stepping stone to overcoming whatever challenges are before us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RUIMbrh5Pyw/S1oFzTsAalI/AAAAAAAAACo/6Pp5zGjNbeI/s1600-h/700329690.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" mt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RUIMbrh5Pyw/S1oFzTsAalI/AAAAAAAAACo/6Pp5zGjNbeI/s320/700329690.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We must return and fetch what was left behind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15084624-6487869094360137358?l=jeanettevaughn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanettevaughn.blogspot.com/feeds/6487869094360137358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15084624&amp;postID=6487869094360137358&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15084624/posts/default/6487869094360137358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15084624/posts/default/6487869094360137358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanettevaughn.blogspot.com/2010/01/reflections-on-black-history-month.html' title='Reflections on Black History Month'/><author><name>jeanettevaughnwaddell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05085422494692864879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RUIMbrh5Pyw/SODdlDGTCiI/AAAAAAAAAAo/1BBb6jeJMJA/S220/HoldingMicroJacket.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RUIMbrh5Pyw/S1oFzTsAalI/AAAAAAAAACo/6Pp5zGjNbeI/s72-c/700329690.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15084624.post-5606534566100387625</id><published>2010-01-09T16:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T16:14:29.817-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family reunions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sharing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family Storytellers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family storytelling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reunions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kayaking'/><title type='text'>Family Reunion Boot Camp</title><content type='html'>I attended a two day&amp;nbsp;Family Reunion Boot Camp&amp;nbsp;at the Georgia Music Hall of Fame. The question on everyone's mind is&amp;nbsp;"How can I capture some of the family reunion business in my neck of the woods?" Unlike most attending, I'm an independent business, offering storytelling and workshop services.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While sitting, listening, I realized for the first time, I am essentially an attraction, and the marketing strategies that work for&amp;nbsp;Six Flags, The Georgia Music Hall of Fame, World of Coke, all would work for me,&amp;nbsp;just on a smaller scale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RUIMbrh5Pyw/S0kbyiGnjlI/AAAAAAAAACY/38Pbs7GD3_E/s1600-h/ToymakerMonkeys91308Lock+06m+13s.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RUIMbrh5Pyw/S0kbyiGnjlI/AAAAAAAAACY/38Pbs7GD3_E/s320/ToymakerMonkeys91308Lock+06m+13s.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, where the story?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is what&amp;nbsp;I often fail to do, take my own advice, attend my own workshop, use the one thing I can do better than anyone else, that's to tell a story. My challenge is to remember that I&amp;nbsp;am&amp;nbsp;my own walking, in the flesh, marque.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's flashing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the time, not the right message. Starting today, it changes, beginning with capturing the stories and sharing them with willing listeners. Stories are everywhere and everyone has one. I don't have to do all the telling, I can be a catalyst for someone else telling their's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Wesley's Story. If you are looking for an adventure visit him at Mill Pond Kayak. He maybe contacted at &lt;a href="mailto:info@millpondkayak.com"&gt;info@millpondkayak.com&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.millpondkayak.com/"&gt;http://www.millpondkayak.com/&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi Ms. Jeannette,&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for your kind note. I really enjoyed meeting and talking with you. I looked at your website and found that we have both taken a similar journey, although along different paths. I loved your following quote: “The next career would be so enjoyable I would do it free and I'd be so good people would be willing to pay.” I graduated UGA in 1983 with a B.S. in Zoology, then got sidetracked for 25 years in a manufacturing career. This past summer, after the death of one of my business partners who was also my brother-in-law, I decided to retire. I wanted to look for a part-time career that would be fun and fulfilling, while leaving me time to pursue other important things like helping my aging parents and other family members, as well as getting myself in better physical, mental, and emotional health. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I have found the perfect fit with this new venture. It allowed me to return to my original interest in nature and the outdoors, while getting plenty of exercise and fresh air. Stress levels are way down, and sleep is much more sound! I get to meet lots of wonderful people, including many advisors who’ve been so helpful with the business start-up. But the best part of all is when I get a group of new customers who’ve never been in a kayak, and I get to introduce them to a new and enjoyable experience. It feels like I’m sharing a really good secret with them. It is truly an activity that is suitable for all ages, but the most rewarding for me is watching young children discover something new and realize that they can have a good time without some sort of electronic device in their hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you get a chance, please visit my website at www.millpondkayak.com and click the link to the blog. As a storyteller, hopefully you will enjoy reading the Christmas poem that I wrote and published in the local newspaper. I wrote it in order to encourage folks to purchase gift certificates. My 19 year-old son is in the accompanying photograph dressed as Santa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that’s my story. I hope we can meet again sometime. You seem like a very unique and interesting person whom I’d like to learn more about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15084624-5606534566100387625?l=jeanettevaughn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanettevaughn.blogspot.com/feeds/5606534566100387625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15084624&amp;postID=5606534566100387625&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15084624/posts/default/5606534566100387625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15084624/posts/default/5606534566100387625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanettevaughn.blogspot.com/2010/01/family-reunion-boot-camp.html' title='Family Reunion Boot Camp'/><author><name>jeanettevaughnwaddell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05085422494692864879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RUIMbrh5Pyw/SODdlDGTCiI/AAAAAAAAAAo/1BBb6jeJMJA/S220/HoldingMicroJacket.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RUIMbrh5Pyw/S0kbyiGnjlI/AAAAAAAAACY/38Pbs7GD3_E/s72-c/ToymakerMonkeys91308Lock+06m+13s.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15084624.post-854077108519454510</id><published>2010-01-04T18:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T18:12:28.561-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='counseling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='healing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crying'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family Storytellers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tears'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grief'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family storytelling'/><title type='text'>Healing Stories</title><content type='html'>Six months have gone by and still I can't wrap my mind around the 'story' of my mother's death. One minute she was here and the next she'd slipped into eternity. Driving by the nursing home last week, my neice was just sure I'd be tempted to stop. So many times I am tempted. Maybe I continue to visit the thrift shop near it&amp;nbsp;because it's an attachment that remains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first grief support group session was today. The tears were so near the front, we danced around, getting some where, I'm sure. Talking for an hour about what doesn't hurt, finding it too hard to talk about what's really hurting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss ma, that's what I called her, not mama, mom, it was always the country "ma". Sometimes, it was embrassing, yet I continued because anything less would have betrayed the many times 'ma' was all I needed to summon her help, her prayers, her smile or frown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that stories are healing for others, this time,&amp;nbsp;I am the one standing in need of a story and I'm waiting for someone to help me find the one that will do the trick. Isn't there a story, like a magic wand that will make it all better. I have several I've read and they are all good, they just aren't magic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep telling stories, keep remembering and just know that one day, I can go to Milledgeville and not feel the conpulsive need to visit that little thrift shop near Green Acres Nursing home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15084624-854077108519454510?l=jeanettevaughn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanettevaughn.blogspot.com/feeds/854077108519454510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15084624&amp;postID=854077108519454510&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15084624/posts/default/854077108519454510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15084624/posts/default/854077108519454510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanettevaughn.blogspot.com/2010/01/stories-that-heal.html' title='Healing Stories'/><author><name>jeanettevaughnwaddell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05085422494692864879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RUIMbrh5Pyw/SODdlDGTCiI/AAAAAAAAAAo/1BBb6jeJMJA/S220/HoldingMicroJacket.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15084624.post-981149190332104563</id><published>2009-11-29T13:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T13:20:44.918-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='storytelling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family Storytellers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thanksgiving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family storytelling'/><title type='text'>Picking Up The Pieces</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RUIMbrh5Pyw/SxLlk958ciI/AAAAAAAAABs/B2WqfCKRBto/s1600/DSC01198.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RUIMbrh5Pyw/SxLlk958ciI/AAAAAAAAABs/B2WqfCKRBto/s320/DSC01198.JPG" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It was new, blogging. What a great idea. I started one, and kept it up for a while. Now, I'm picking up the pieces and starting to regularly blog about the adventureous world of storytelling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanksgiving has just past and it was bitter sweet.&amp;nbsp;I am thankful and I miss my mom. She passed during the summer. This was my first Thanksgiving without her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever the reason, my brother and sisters were not together. My brother is out of the country, one sister was with her niece, the other sister stayed home and made dinner for my sons. I was with my in-laws.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They told their stories, carried on their tradition, as it should be. Being new to the family, I didn't have a clue to the significance of any of them. What was familiar and heart warming was the coming together of generations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother and sisters still have two more holidays to overcome our sadness. Being together is still hard. It reminds us of all the holidays, birthdays, Sunday dinners, bar-b-cues, Easters we've shared over the years. It reminds us that an anchor, the boundaries of parents, have been removed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who are we&amp;nbsp;now? What relationship will&amp;nbsp;we have with each other?&amp;nbsp;Can we find the joy in the sadness? These questions are best answered by the stories we will share and the ones we will remember. As long as we tell the stories, mom continues to live and influence our lives.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15084624-981149190332104563?l=jeanettevaughn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanettevaughn.blogspot.com/feeds/981149190332104563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15084624&amp;postID=981149190332104563&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15084624/posts/default/981149190332104563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15084624/posts/default/981149190332104563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanettevaughn.blogspot.com/2009/11/picking-up-pieces.html' title='Picking Up The Pieces'/><author><name>jeanettevaughnwaddell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05085422494692864879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RUIMbrh5Pyw/SODdlDGTCiI/AAAAAAAAAAo/1BBb6jeJMJA/S220/HoldingMicroJacket.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RUIMbrh5Pyw/SxLlk958ciI/AAAAAAAAABs/B2WqfCKRBto/s72-c/DSC01198.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15084624.post-113605227031189541</id><published>2005-12-31T10:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T09:36:53.144-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family Storytellers'/><title type='text'>Family Storytelling</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Storytellers, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;          What does a Kwanzaa Storytelling Workshop, a Kwanzaa Celebration&lt;br /&gt;and a late night family gathering around buffalo wings and nacho cheese dip have in common? The answer is great storytellers and storytelling. There is a shared common belief that storytelling is only done by those gifted with a special talent. Ordinary people don't have anything special to tell and even if they did who would want to listen to what they have to say. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;          During the family gathering with my niece, grand-niece and cousins, I mostly listened. The stories had all the drama, excitement and humor found in stories from the best storytellers. I felt connected and I remembered. Things I had forgotten resurfaced, and I once again became&lt;br /&gt;that little barefoot country girl with the long pigtails. My city cousins took me on my first trip to&lt;br /&gt;six flags, squeezed into the back of a station wagon. Each generation told their stories and best of all, younger children were there to listen. Cousins that had not met before connected, bonds were established and others renewed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;          What began for me as a public journey, that of a performing storyteller of fables and folktales, is transitioning into a personal and private journey, transitioning into a keeper and teller of my families stories. Part of that transition is to help others discover their&lt;br /&gt;stories and restore faith in the worthiness of the stories and the necessity of telling the stories. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;          The Kwanzaa Storytelling Workshop was a great personal success. I was able to witness a family share their stories with each other. A 6 year old told of getting a pet, a 14 year old told of the beauty of her name and a 12 year old about his football coach. Husband and wife co-told of their desire for children and how their life has changed with children, and a daughter told of her father's influence in helping her become and independent adult.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;          I will not forget the look of surprise as each discovered their story and the dawning awareness that there were many more stories to tell. The shinning eyes, expressive words and smiles that greeted each story reaffirmed the value of the storyteller and the story. I want to witness more of this during 2006. As I develop my family stories, I want to work with others to develop their family stories. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;          One of my  goals is to present several more family storytelling workshops. I ask your assistance and support as I make this transition in storytelling.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Jeanette Vaughn Waddell, Professional Storyteller&lt;br /&gt;706-444-6133&lt;br /&gt;"Weaving a web of words that educate, encourage and entertain."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15084624-113605227031189541?l=jeanettevaughn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanettevaughn.blogspot.com/feeds/113605227031189541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15084624&amp;postID=113605227031189541&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15084624/posts/default/113605227031189541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15084624/posts/default/113605227031189541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanettevaughn.blogspot.com/2005/12/family-storytelling.html' title='Family Storytelling'/><author><name>jeanettevaughnwaddell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05085422494692864879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RUIMbrh5Pyw/SODdlDGTCiI/AAAAAAAAAAo/1BBb6jeJMJA/S220/HoldingMicroJacket.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15084624.post-113328765773172605</id><published>2005-11-29T10:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T10:07:37.736-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Learning Communities</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;The Green Apple, a small family own bar/restaurant, reminds me of  Cheers, was my "Chautauqua", learning community.&amp;nbsp; I can't even pronounce  the word, and yet I ache to reexperience the concept.&amp;nbsp; I will not be  satisfied with only a&amp;nbsp; virtual learning community.&amp;nbsp; I will recreate  this with real people, in real time in my life.&amp;nbsp; I need this as much as I  need air, food,water and love. I enjoy the Internet, a champion of e-mail  communication.&amp;nbsp; This cannot replace connecting with real people.&amp;nbsp; I  refuse to be stripped of the most meaningful experiences in life.&amp;nbsp; Ok, I've  vented. &lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;Jeanette W. Vaughn, Professional Storyteller&lt;BR&gt;404-765-9751;  kuumbastorytellers.org&lt;BR&gt;jeanettevaughn.blogspot.com (listen to a  story)&lt;BR&gt;"Weaving a web of words that educate, encourage,  entertain."&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15084624-113328765773172605?l=jeanettevaughn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanettevaughn.blogspot.com/feeds/113328765773172605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15084624&amp;postID=113328765773172605&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15084624/posts/default/113328765773172605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15084624/posts/default/113328765773172605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanettevaughn.blogspot.com/2005/11/learning-communities.html' title='Learning Communities'/><author><name>jeanettevaughnwaddell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05085422494692864879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RUIMbrh5Pyw/SODdlDGTCiI/AAAAAAAAAAo/1BBb6jeJMJA/S220/HoldingMicroJacket.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15084624.post-113328765747576955</id><published>2005-11-29T10:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T10:07:37.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Connecting through Storytelling</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;Storytellers,&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;We are entering the season of great joy and great human need.&amp;nbsp; The  best and the worst, more giving and loving; more depression more suicide.&amp;nbsp;  The more &lt;STRONG&gt;high tech&lt;/STRONG&gt; society becomes the more &lt;STRONG&gt;high  touch&lt;/STRONG&gt; will become necessary.&amp;nbsp; Unconsciously, we can spend days and  even weeks without meaningful conversation with a real human being. Yesterday, I  worked with a first grader that cried most of the day because she missed her  mother.&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;What does this have to do with us as storytellers? We are &lt;STRONG&gt;high  touch&lt;/STRONG&gt;, we provide the &lt;STRONG&gt;high touch&lt;/STRONG&gt; that far too many  people are missing.&amp;nbsp; I sat beside the crying child and read a story.&amp;nbsp;  She began to smile before the story was over.&amp;nbsp; There were more tears; she  felt comfortable enough with me to let me hold her hand.&amp;nbsp;She was willing to  accept the comfort I offered.&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;This season, bring the gift of storytelling to those within your  circle.&amp;nbsp; Share the beauty of human longing, suffering and triumph.&amp;nbsp;  Truly, storytelling is the gift that keeps on giving.&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;Happy Holidays&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Jeanette W. Vaughn, Professional  Storyteller&lt;BR&gt;404-765-9751;  kuumbastorytellers.org&lt;BR&gt;jeanettevaughn.blogspot.com (listen to a  story)&lt;BR&gt;"Weaving a web of words that educate, encourage,  entertain."&lt;BR&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15084624-113328765747576955?l=jeanettevaughn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanettevaughn.blogspot.com/feeds/113328765747576955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15084624&amp;postID=113328765747576955&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15084624/posts/default/113328765747576955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15084624/posts/default/113328765747576955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanettevaughn.blogspot.com/2005/11/connecting-through-storytelling.html' title='Connecting through Storytelling'/><author><name>jeanettevaughnwaddell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05085422494692864879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RUIMbrh5Pyw/SODdlDGTCiI/AAAAAAAAAAo/1BBb6jeJMJA/S220/HoldingMicroJacket.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15084624.post-112886668741355139</id><published>2005-10-09T07:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T07:04:47.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;Conquering Unreasonable Fear&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;This was an exciting day for me, both as a Kuumba  member and personally.&amp;nbsp; The telling flowed, each story building and adding  another dimension.&amp;nbsp; Listening was truly a feast for my ears.&amp;nbsp; I didn't  plan to tell.&amp;nbsp; I asked to be placed last, hoping that we would run out of  time and I wouldn't have to.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;After about the sixth teller, I realized I'd better  think of a story.&amp;nbsp; I'd thought about telling "The Trunk of Possibilities, a  story I wrote for Southwest Atlanta Magazine.&amp;nbsp; I've never told a story that  had begun as a written story.&amp;nbsp; The personal stories I've told up till this  point were developed&amp;nbsp;as oral stories. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;I've never been able to translate a story that  began as a written story into an oral story.&amp;nbsp; I'd almost changed my mind,  until I talked with a friend of Gwen Napier's.&amp;nbsp; Gwen's friend said she'd  read the story and really liked it.&amp;nbsp; (I wondered if anyone ever read those  stories.)&amp;nbsp; She went one to tell me that it was her favorite of all the  stories I'd written.&amp;nbsp; As if that wasn't enough encouragement, she shared a  story.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;While Christmas shopping, she began a conversation  with the sales clerk wrapping the purchase she'd just made.&amp;nbsp; The clerk  mentioned that she didn't have a&amp;nbsp; present to give her grandchildren.&amp;nbsp;  Gwen's friend told her the story "The Trunk of Possibilities."&amp;nbsp; She said  that "you have something valuable that would be appreciated.&amp;nbsp; You may not  know what it is now, somewhere, you to have a "trunk of possibilities."&amp;nbsp;  The woman began crying as she finished wrapping the present.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;Of course I chose to tell the story, and it turned  out better than I ever expected.&amp;nbsp; Leaving the library, the adrenalin was  pumping, not ready to go home, I ended up listening to a Latin band.&amp;nbsp; I've  always wanted to dance in the street.&amp;nbsp; Tonight I did.&amp;nbsp; It was  incredible.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;Each time I conquer an unreasonable fear, my  storytelling is transformed.&amp;nbsp; I am freed to be more expressive and to try  the untried.&amp;nbsp; Watch out, I've just tackled two unreasonable fears, at our  next event I may be dancing on the tables.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;Thank you all for sharing this journey with  me.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Jeanette W. Vaughn, Professional Storyteller&lt;BR&gt;404-765-9751;  kuumbastorytellers.org&lt;BR&gt;jeanettevaughn.blogspot.com (listen to a  story)&lt;BR&gt;"Weaving a web of words that educate, encourage,  entertain."&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15084624-112886668741355139?l=jeanettevaughn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanettevaughn.blogspot.com/feeds/112886668741355139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15084624&amp;postID=112886668741355139&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15084624/posts/default/112886668741355139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15084624/posts/default/112886668741355139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanettevaughn.blogspot.com/2005/10/conquering-unreasonable-fear.html' title=''/><author><name>jeanettevaughnwaddell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05085422494692864879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RUIMbrh5Pyw/SODdlDGTCiI/AAAAAAAAAAo/1BBb6jeJMJA/S220/HoldingMicroJacket.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15084624.post-112558664833646647</id><published>2005-09-01T07:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T07:57:28.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Storyteller's Voice</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;        The Kuumba Storytellers of Georgia has many exceptional&lt;br /&gt;storytellers.  I've listened in awe during the last five months as they&lt;br /&gt;performed at The Green Apple, a small restaurant/bar in downtown East&lt;br /&gt;Point Georgia.  Any storyteller that can hold the attention of adults in&lt;br /&gt;a bar is worth noting.  Even better than that, when the bar patrons turn&lt;br /&gt;from the baseball/basketball game, listens, and remind the storyteller to&lt;br /&gt;continue repeating the story's refrain.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;        Listening, I'm often coveting the storytellers style and voice. &lt;br /&gt;Eventually common sense prevails and I understand that I enjoy the teller&lt;br /&gt;precisely because they are staying true to their voice.  We are each&lt;br /&gt;different, each unique, each with a passion for storytelling.  The&lt;br /&gt;passion is expressed in the particular stories we choose.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;        This journey is filled with surprises and pitfalls.   I want to&lt;br /&gt;enjoy the surprises and avoid pitfalls as much as possible.  Those I&lt;br /&gt;don't avoid, I want to learn and pass the lesson on to others.  This&lt;br /&gt;lesson I pass on:  Discover your voice and maintain true.  It is the only&lt;br /&gt;way to lasting success.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Jeanette W. Vaughn, Professional Storyteller&lt;br /&gt;404-765-9751; kuumbastorytellers.org&lt;br /&gt;jeanettevaughn.blogspot.com (listen to a story)&lt;br /&gt;"Weaving a web of words that educate, encourage, entertain."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15084624-112558664833646647?l=jeanettevaughn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanettevaughn.blogspot.com/feeds/112558664833646647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15084624&amp;postID=112558664833646647&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15084624/posts/default/112558664833646647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15084624/posts/default/112558664833646647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanettevaughn.blogspot.com/2005/09/storytellers-voice.html' title='The Storyteller&apos;s Voice'/><author><name>jeanettevaughnwaddell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05085422494692864879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RUIMbrh5Pyw/SODdlDGTCiI/AAAAAAAAAAo/1BBb6jeJMJA/S220/HoldingMicroJacket.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15084624.post-112380875792052659</id><published>2005-08-11T18:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T19:50:19.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Audio Story: How Wisdom Came into the World</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="audblog"&gt;&lt;a class="audLink" href="http://www.audioblogger.com/media/71252/228383.mp3"&gt;&lt;img class="audImg" alt="this is an audio post - click to play" src="http://www.audioblogger.com/media/images/audioblogger.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15084624-112380875792052659?l=jeanettevaughn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanettevaughn.blogspot.com/feeds/112380875792052659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15084624&amp;postID=112380875792052659&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15084624/posts/default/112380875792052659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15084624/posts/default/112380875792052659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanettevaughn.blogspot.com/2005/08/audio-story-how-wisdom-came-into-world.html' title='Audio Story: How Wisdom Came into the World'/><author><name>jeanettevaughnwaddell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05085422494692864879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RUIMbrh5Pyw/SODdlDGTCiI/AAAAAAAAAAo/1BBb6jeJMJA/S220/HoldingMicroJacket.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15084624.post-112338047453423054</id><published>2005-08-06T19:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-06T19:07:54.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/93/7239/640/Mvc-059s.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/93/7239/320/Mvc-059s.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Storytelling workshop for teachers, media specialist, daycare providers.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15084624-112338047453423054?l=jeanettevaughn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanettevaughn.blogspot.com/feeds/112338047453423054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15084624&amp;postID=112338047453423054&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15084624/posts/default/112338047453423054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15084624/posts/default/112338047453423054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanettevaughn.blogspot.com/2005/08/storytelling-workshop-for-teachers.html' title=''/><author><name>jeanettevaughnwaddell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05085422494692864879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RUIMbrh5Pyw/SODdlDGTCiI/AAAAAAAAAAo/1BBb6jeJMJA/S220/HoldingMicroJacket.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15084624.post-112335000803941283</id><published>2005-08-06T10:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-06T10:40:08.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And Then...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;And then I checked the Creative Storytelling Blog, lo and behold, my post&lt;br /&gt;was there.  I am spending this week and next week developing an internet&lt;br /&gt;presence.  I am registered with Kudzu. com and began this blog.  The next&lt;br /&gt;challenge is to have audio and pictures on the blog.  Audio will allow me&lt;br /&gt;to share some of my favorite stories.  Pictures are still worth a&lt;br /&gt;thousand words.  I am also going to sign on with Storyteller.net, with&lt;br /&gt;audio and a written article.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Jeanette W. Vaughn, Professional Storyteller&lt;br /&gt;404-765-9751; kuumbastorytellers.org&lt;br /&gt;"Weaving a web of words that educate, encourage, entertain."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15084624-112335000803941283?l=jeanettevaughn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanettevaughn.blogspot.com/feeds/112335000803941283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15084624&amp;postID=112335000803941283&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15084624/posts/default/112335000803941283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15084624/posts/default/112335000803941283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanettevaughn.blogspot.com/2005/08/and-then.html' title='And Then...'/><author><name>jeanettevaughnwaddell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05085422494692864879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RUIMbrh5Pyw/SODdlDGTCiI/AAAAAAAAAAo/1BBb6jeJMJA/S220/HoldingMicroJacket.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15084624.post-112330166356797734</id><published>2005-08-05T21:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-06T15:16:50.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Story Finally Begins</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I've tried for several days to post to this blog. I've met with&lt;br /&gt;countless hours of frustration. Finally, I'm hoping that this will post&lt;br /&gt;through email. This is a new venture for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Jeanette W. Vaughn, Professional Storyteller&lt;br /&gt;404-765-9751; kuumbastorytellers.org&lt;br /&gt;"Weaving a web of words that educate, encourage, entertain."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15084624-112330166356797734?l=jeanettevaughn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeanettevaughn.blogspot.com/feeds/112330166356797734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15084624&amp;postID=112330166356797734&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15084624/posts/default/112330166356797734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15084624/posts/default/112330166356797734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeanettevaughn.blogspot.com/2005/08/story-finally-begins.html' title='The Story Finally Begins'/><author><name>jeanettevaughnwaddell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05085422494692864879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RUIMbrh5Pyw/SODdlDGTCiI/AAAAAAAAAAo/1BBb6jeJMJA/S220/HoldingMicroJacket.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
