Author Archives: hdh

About hdh

I have been telling stories for over 40 years and writing forever. I am a retired teacher and storyteller. I hope to expand upon my repertoire and use this blog as a place to do writing. The main purpose is to give me and others that choose to comment, a space in which to play with issues that deal with storytelling, storytelling ideas, storytelling in education, reactions to events, and just plain fun stories. I explore some of my own writing throughout, from character analysis, to fictional, to poetry, and personal stories. I go wherever my muse sends me. Enjoy!

Just Follow the Directions

Just follow the directions It was simple. That’s what I thought. I have learned that nothing is simple, especially if you are giving instructions to another person. I remember an activity that I tried once with my 5th-grade students.  Here’s … Continue reading

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The Incident

The Incident     BANG! CRASH! POOF!     It was mid-afternoon, as I stood there in the middle of the living room realizing that something had happened outside. Our power had been disrupted and we no longer had lights.      Silence … Continue reading

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Update!

Update!   Dateline: Tuesday, August 4 – Impending doom? The latest reports out of our weather tracking is that you should be prepared to be inundated with lots of rain and potential wind damage as Tropical storm Is..As..Isiah..Ez asses.  The … Continue reading

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Sitcoms – a 1950s perspective

Sitcoms – a 1950s perspective When I think back on the sitcoms from the 50s, I think to myself, “What’s a sitcom?” After all, I was born in 1950 and since the 50s comprise only 10 years of my life, … Continue reading

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The Collection

The Collection I wouldn’t consider myself a hoarder, but I do collect things. Some things are useless, like the inner circles of Dannon Yogurt caps, which I collected in college. I’m pretty sure I don’t have those anymore. Some things … Continue reading

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Jack

Jack Jack knew his mother was wrong. And now she had to agree. After climbing up the beanstalk three times and returning with the sack of gold, the goose that laid the golden eggs, and the singing harp, there was … Continue reading

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Words

Words There are some words that are said that have a very powerful meaning. Once said they dig their way deep inside you and make you feel good about yourself, or feel consoled about something that is bothering you, or … Continue reading

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The Open Door

The Open Door Everybody knows that during the summer when you go outside or come back inside, make sure you shut the screen door to the porch. Everybody knows that. At least they should know that. It was a mild … Continue reading

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A Writer’s Dilemma

A Writer’s Dilemma It was a dark and stormy night. Well, actually it was a bright and sunny late afternoon. I’ve always wanted to start a story the other way. Anyway, I was working at home, basically cleaning up the … Continue reading

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A Night to Remember

A Night to Remember It was a long drive to get to where we were going; a small village at the bottom of a mountain in Maine. We were driving a rented truck with enough supplies to last us at … Continue reading

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