I have been fascinated by stories all my life. I was ten years old, when I looked up from a book and said, “I want to make this kind of magic.” As the author of three novels, numerous short stories and essays, I’d like to think I’ve accomplished that. Although every time I read my own words, I feel like the magic has eluded me once again. See www.jerriehurd.com
Stories are far more important than most of us realize. Memories are stories. Our lives are stories that we shape and share as we try to make sense of ourselves. In fact it is the way we both use stories and let stories define us that led to this blog where I allow myself and others to collect thoughts around that idea.
So what’s my story? I’m working on that–literally. I’m writing a different kind of memoir, tentatively titled, JUST ABOVE BONE, that emphasizes how much family stories shaped me, and probably shape most of us without our being entirely conscious of the process. As a result I’ve been out collecting stories, my own and others, as I attempt to understand how lives and stories enter twine. It’s been a fascinating odyssey. I recommend doing the same. It will change your life.
That said, here are the essentials:
I grew up on a sheep ranch in Idaho that has been run by three generations of women. My father owned a dairy (processing plant and all) and was also a Bonneville County Commissioner, meaning I got a taste of politics. I am a graduate of University of Colorado Boulder and University of Oregon Eugene. I have taught writing at the university level and at numerous writing seminars and workshops. I am also a photographer who has had shows at various galleries including Dairy Center for the Arts and Camera Obscura. See my photo website: http://homosapiensunadorned.com I have served on various arts and museum boards including the Autry National Center in Los Angeles. I have two sons, three grandchildren, two dogs and husband I’ve been married to for a very long time. I currently live in Boulder, Colorado, in a 110-year-old house that my husband and I are constantly trying to fix up. However, if you think about it, those facts tell you less about me than the first story about reading a book and wanting to understand the magic.
So what’s your story–not the resume, the real one?