I grew up amid a family descended from a long line of storytellers on both the maternal and paternal sides of my family. I could sit for hours a listening to those stories told at night after all the chores were finished and supper was over, and whilst I was listening, I would be concocting my own stories and journeys of these mysterious people. My ancestors of whom I had never met, those that died many, many years before my birth, but somehow, I felt as though I had known them personally, sat and talked with each of them about their life; each giv more...
