Storytelling is in my blood. When I was a child, our family gatherings on Passover and the High Holidays were full of stories. My great-aunt Sara told tale after tale about my lunatic relatives who lived at the multi-generational family house in Coney Island in the 1930s and 40s. These stories were wonderful, but my favorite tales were the ones my cousin Martin told of his experience in WWII. He was a world class story teller. His voice, his body language, the expressions on his face—priceless!
Fast forward years later, I moved to Portland with my family. My husband and I debated how to expose our children to our culture in a town with few Jews and fewer family members. We decided to have Sabbath dinner every Friday night, and at every Sabbath dinner, I told a story. Not a story about my family in Coney Island or a story from WWII, but a Jewish folktale, from the multitude of tales my ancestors used to teach and inspire. We loved the zany stories of Chelm and the wise stories about King Solomon. These stories became a highlight of our week.
Now that my boys have grown, I have the chance to take my storytelling to the next level. In August of 2021 I became an ordained Maggid, Jewish teacher and storyteller. I have found that there’s nothing more thrilling than getting in front of an audience, young and old, and telling a story. I love embodying characters with gestures, body language and my voice. Watching the audience respond with delight sends me right back to the joy I felt when I heard cousin Martin’s stories as a child. If you’re interested in booking me for a storytelling event, contact me here.