I’ve written more than once about my hair, even wrote out the saga that ended with my short-short afro so many years ago. Nowadays, my afro, when I wear it, is Cleopatra Jones , not old-school Rashumba . (Couldn’t resist this photo of her with the eternally-gorgeous Beverly Johnson.)
When I wrote out my hair story, [...]
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Low-maintenance fabulousness.
Posted in NaBloPoMo, choose your own adventure, containing myself, memoir, nostalgia, tagged choose your own adventure, containing myself, I remember, memoir, NaBloPoMo, nostalgia on 9 November 2009 | 8 Comments »
Boo!
Posted in choose your own adventure, good neighbors, memoir, nostalgia, out and about, where we're from, tagged choose your own adventure, good neighbors, I remember, memoir, nostalgia, out and about, scaring the bejesus out of me, where we're from on 31 October 2009 | 3 Comments »
Happy Halloween! I have always loved Halloween. I love costumes, candy, spooky business, haunted houses and the general get-outside-yourself-ness that is Halloween. Then I learned about Day of the Dead … now there is a celebration! I still haven’t managed to be in Mexico for Dia de los Muertos. It’s a dream. Maybe next year?
When I [...]
And Many Happy Returns
Posted in memoir, my own private Idaho, photography, things I love, tagged memoir, my own private Idaho, photography, things I love on 5 October 2009 | 3 Comments »
We celebrated the centennial of the Manhattan Bridge yesterday. The Manhattan, though not as famously gorgeous as the Brooklyn, is one of my favorite city bridges. It often gets pretty short shrift as far as adoring attention goes, but the city gave it quite a nice party, ending with a fireworks display by the famous [...]
In the Spotlight
Posted in NaBloPoMo, choose your own adventure, family, memoir, people I love, tagged choose your own adventure, family, memoir, NaBloPoMo, people I love on 24 August 2009 | 2 Comments »
(In fiction, my brother is always “Tony.” It’s the only way I think of him when I’m writing. So, this is a Tony story.)
Walking from Union Square to Irving Place, I passed the Lee Strasberg school. I’ve walked that block any number of times, but somehow I’d never noticed the school before. I’d forgotten about the Strasberg [...]
A Slight Return
Posted in NaBloPoMo, memoir, music, nostalgia, people I love, teaching, things I love, where we're from, tagged everything old is new again, I remember, memoir, music, NaBloPoMo, nostalgia, people I love, teaching, things I love, where we're from on 17 August 2009 | 7 Comments »
This Monday’s memoir honors the 40th anniversary of Woodstock and takes me back to the music unit I did the first year I taught high school. Students chose some of their favorite songs, shared the lyrics and wrote a series of essays: a couple of compare and contrasts, one persuasive about their favorite genre and [...]
