I'm thrilled to be one of 12 writers chosen for the 2010 Jack Straw Writers Program. Already I arranged my schedule to devote time and space to my project daily--and it's delightful to have the structure of deadlines, workshops and a curator who believes in the potential of my work, as well as the other writers.
The project will challenge me and for this I'm grateful.
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
Friday, October 24, 2008
October 24, 2008
Haven't written since August....but received email request to link to http://www.italianamericana.com/
Monday, August 4, 2008
American Sentences: August 4, 2008
Monday morning post-its: e-mail Zach/new users add printer/dream
project--Seattle campus/complete in-kind report by late August/
project--Seattle campus/complete in-kind report by late August/
Sunday, June 22, 2008
Poem of the Week: If You See a Fairy RIng, from Midsummer Night's Dream, William Shakespeare
If you see a fairy ring
In a field of grass,
Very lightly step around,
Tiptoe as you pass;
Last night fairies frolicked there,
And they're sleeping somewhere near.
If you see a tiny fay
Lying fast asleep,
Shut your eyes and run away,
Do not stay or peep;
And be sure you never tell,
Or you'll break a fairy spell.
In a field of grass,
Very lightly step around,
Tiptoe as you pass;
Last night fairies frolicked there,
And they're sleeping somewhere near.
If you see a tiny fay
Lying fast asleep,
Shut your eyes and run away,
Do not stay or peep;
And be sure you never tell,
Or you'll break a fairy spell.
American Sentences: June 22, 08
Saying good bye takes a long time when it's a person who's been well-loved
like this Sunday morning's fare well service to Pastor Walter John Boris
complete with elephant note cards on which we record our fondest times--
mine of the pillar candle he told us to bring for son-in-law Michael
that we've lit each week alongside two tall tapers in candelabra;
how he's gathered us over the years--for me the past two, and Sunday
before Michael deployed when the congregants spilled out to the center
aisle to lay hands while Pastor prays for safe return, preservation
of my son-in-law's integrity, peace for the people of Iraq.
like this Sunday morning's fare well service to Pastor Walter John Boris
complete with elephant note cards on which we record our fondest times--
mine of the pillar candle he told us to bring for son-in-law Michael
that we've lit each week alongside two tall tapers in candelabra;
how he's gathered us over the years--for me the past two, and Sunday
before Michael deployed when the congregants spilled out to the center
aisle to lay hands while Pastor prays for safe return, preservation
of my son-in-law's integrity, peace for the people of Iraq.
Thursday, June 5, 2008
American Sentences: June 5, 08
Does anyone read this blog that began when Michael left for the Army in Iraq this past February?
Back then, three months ago, I needed the immediacy of cyberspace to publish my thoughts as they arose, disconnected, troubled and fragmented.
At first I wrote daily but when I lost internet connection at home, I severed the rhythm . It's okay--it helped me to begin again.
I'd been lost in the downward spiral of sending a family member off to war. There are no words at the time--just the tick of the clock, the calendar pages leafing by and the drone of the car's engine when he leaves for the airport in the rain with four-year old Maizie, sleepy in the back seat, who accompanies her father to say good bye.
At school there've been the students with their varying degrees of awareness and understanding related to community engagement. This sustains me--the work to support students in their fledgling steps to set foot in a community center, homeless shelter, food bank, third grade classroom, a literacy development project for English Language Learners. This is the work that for me, means students have leadership opportunities to explore and deepen their awareness of what it can mean to commit to community, build community, and work to find themselves within its larger context.
Back then, three months ago, I needed the immediacy of cyberspace to publish my thoughts as they arose, disconnected, troubled and fragmented.
At first I wrote daily but when I lost internet connection at home, I severed the rhythm . It's okay--it helped me to begin again.
I'd been lost in the downward spiral of sending a family member off to war. There are no words at the time--just the tick of the clock, the calendar pages leafing by and the drone of the car's engine when he leaves for the airport in the rain with four-year old Maizie, sleepy in the back seat, who accompanies her father to say good bye.
At school there've been the students with their varying degrees of awareness and understanding related to community engagement. This sustains me--the work to support students in their fledgling steps to set foot in a community center, homeless shelter, food bank, third grade classroom, a literacy development project for English Language Learners. This is the work that for me, means students have leadership opportunities to explore and deepen their awareness of what it can mean to commit to community, build community, and work to find themselves within its larger context.
Sunday, May 25, 2008
American Sentences: May 25, 08
Memorial Day weekend. Sunshine and rain. The combination that keeps the air cool, clean, refreshing. I need the time away to reflect. It's been a busy past week what with grants to complete, projects to wind down, people who are leaving us to say good-bye to. And, also, taking time to plan for summer--that I make the most of it before we begin again. I'd like to go to London with my youngest daughter and she's arranged to take time off. We're flying to London end of July and will travel for two weeks before arriving in Oxford for the Roundtable on Women in Politics and the Professions--a dialogue on the barriers.
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