Once upon a time, one Saturday afternoon, the Pig and I hootled and tootled over to Molly’s for a visit. It was time to tame these unruly tresses. The Odyssey bounced along the pothole laden dirt roads of our neighborhood. I attempted to change the channel but the craters sent me through the air like a jeering horse. As the dirt gave way to pavement, my hand finally settled on the dial.
It was a Public Radio kind of day.
A woman’s voice filled the speakers. She was sharing an account of how she met her brother for the first time at her father’s funeral. She immediately brought us into the story. We were there, at the funeral home, watching as her gaze fell upon her brother for the first time. She had never met him, never spoken to him, never seen him before. But she knew it was him because they resembled each other.
We were nervous as she walked into the room. She was hoping he would be weird like her. As she approached her brother, our hearts began to beat faster. They embraced as she whispered, you are the Brett Favre to my Eli Manning.
Our bodies leaned into the dashboard as the story unfolded. We laughed. We smiled. And just before arriving at our hairdresser’s, our shoulders shook with tears.
Daisy Rosario is the reason we fell in love with The Moth, an organization dedicated to the art and craft of storytelling. Every month, venues in various cities across the country including Cliff Bells in Detroit and The Ark and Circus in Ann Arbor, host The Moth. So we bought tickets to experience the magic in person.
“Each show starts with a theme, and the storytellers explore it, often in unexpected ways. Since each story is true and every voice authentic, the shows dance between documentary and theater, creating a unique, intimate, and often enlightening experience for the audience.
Moth stories dissolve socio-economic barriers, expose vulnerabilities, and quietly suggest ways to overcome challenges and see with new eyes.” ~ themoth.org
The Michigan GrandSLAM
It was a magical evening, seated around the dinner table of the Ark Theater in Ann Arbor, enjoying the intimacy and spontaneity of storytelling with friends. Winners of the past 10 Michigan StorySLAMS engaged in a “battle of wits and words – fierce, hilarious, heartbreaking and all points between”, with host Dan Kennedy perfectly stringing them together. Some narratives had us in stitches while others had us dabbing at the corners of our eyes with wads of tissue. I applaud the ten people who stood before us bearing their stories, their souls and lessons learned.
Why the Moth?
“Ask George Dawes Green, the poet and best-selling novelist who is the Founder of The Moth. George wanted to recreate, in New York, the feeling of sultry summer evenings in his native Georgia, where he and his friends would gather on his friend Wanda’s porch to share spellbinding tales. There was a hole in the screen which let in moths that were attracted to the light, and the group started calling themselves The Moths. The first New York Moth event was held in George’s living room, but word spread fast, and the events soon moved to cafes and clubs throughout the city. Audiences are drawn to the stories, like moths to a flame.” ~ themoth.org
You can listen to Daisy Rosario’s story here, segment 2.
We hope you’ll join us in June for another evening of storytelling at the Ann Arbor Summer Fest. Click here for details.
What’s your story?