About Me — Christine Muller
Looking at the world, one story at a time
I love a good story. I remember as a kid reading Edith Hamilton’s Mythology (though I didn’t understand all of it). I remember my first binge-watch: the first season of 24 in 48 hours on VHS (I startled easily at sudden noises for at least a day later). I remember my first streaming binge: catching up on Lost on Netflix just as a blizzard began, knowing I had nowhere else to go and nothing else I had to do. I remember seeing The Dark Knight eight times in the theater. I’ll always want to hear a ghost story or an urban legend from your neighborhood. Folklore, superstitions, any which way we bundle together experience to make sense of our lives or even just to dwell in the experience of living: I’m here for it.
Growing up, every once in a while, perhaps after a holiday meal, in the lull between a filling main course and still-desired dessert, my family would tell stories. My parents were children during World War II, so their stories were not often happy. But they were meaningful. I learned to listen for what the story said about the teller, why they would tell these events in this particular way, every single time. I learned to pay…
