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When I was a kid, I learned this wacky thing from Mildred. At camp, she’d grab me up every week or so to braid my hair. She’d wash out barn chores, sweat, gardening dirt and lake water, [...]
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Danger, Will Robinson! Don’t go “down there”!
Posted in Yikes!, brain freeze, containing myself, language, love and other complications, self care, too dorky for words, using our words, tagged brain freeze, containing myself, language, love and other complications, self care, too dorky for words, using our words, WTF?!?!, Yikes! on 6 September 2009 | 9 Comments »
Looking Ahead
Posted in Jamaica, NaBloPoMo, choose your own adventure, love and other complications, poetry, using our words, tagged choose your own adventure, Jamaica, love and other complications, NaBloPoMo, tanka on 2 August 2009 | 1 Comment »
I’ve made plans to help with an adult literacy survey in Jamaica this fall. I’m feeling surprisingly ambivalent about it. I want to go, of course. It’s Jamaica, after all. And it’s adult education. And did I mention the Jamaica part? But there are snags … work, school, my bank account … and AC.
I haven’t [...]
Late-week SOL: Girl G on the Street
Posted in choose your own adventure, out and about, using our words, writing, tagged choose your own adventure, out and about, using our words, writing on 2 July 2009 | 8 Comments »
Tonight I went to a writing workshop in Bryant Park. I almost didn’t: I was dropping from general exhaustion, I left work late with my new shoes giving me a blister. But I went. Oh, and Rain (definitely with a capital “R”.) Came up from the D train into a downpour that made sense of the [...]
Magic Words
Posted in Jamaica, letting go, memoir, people I love, poetry, using our words, writing, tagged box of grief, Jamaica, memoir, people I love, poetry, sad, using our words on 22 June 2009 | 10 Comments »
I met Kenrick on the beach. I was sitting in front of the fisherman’s supply store at Calabash Bay. I was about halfway through my early morning bike ride, sitting on the low wall in front of Mr. Graham’s shop, writing in my journal.
It would have been impossible not to notice him: a tall, beautiful [...]
Unhand that poem!
Posted in NaPoMo, NaPoWriMo, poetry, teaching, using our words, writing, tagged teaching, writing, poetry, NaPoMo, Hughes, tanka, using our words, NaPoWriMo on 30 April 2009 | 8 Comments »
It’s Poem-in-Your-Pocket Day! As always, I had several poems in my pockets. I’ve been telling my students about this for weeks now. Yesterday, to make sure they were prepared for the day, I brought a bunch of poems to class so that students could choose one for their pockets.
And choose they did. I hadn’t expected them to be [...]
