When I invest in a relationship with a person who speaks a different language, I’m forced to communicate and motivated to learn that language better. It works. Combine the pen-pal concept with collaborative learning methodology and call it e-tandem. You … Continue reading
I’ve been thinking about how we become the people we are. Becoming is a theme I like to explore… I wrote a memoir about becoming a writer. And I’m always becoming something new. These days I’m working on becoming someone … Continue reading
Let your lonely subconscious mind protect you from dwelling on your loss. You’ll forget what’s coming. And when all the merchants try to make you remember, you’ll naturally close your eyes, cover your ears and hum a rousing Sousa march, … Continue reading
Here is an actual condensed conversation from my facebook wall, minus last names and photos which I’ve removed from this post to protect Dennis’s and Beena’s privacy. Dennis: I am about to blow your mind. In television and film, and possibly … Continue reading
Wear your Wellies or old shoes, because it’s messy. It’s like making mud pies, with the benefit that you get to wear adult-y pride while you’re mucking around, because you’re about the adult-y business of actually feeding the family. It’s like … Continue reading
This is my 75th, my diamond, my brilliant, sparkling, exquisitely-valuable blog post! I’ve been blogging for a year now. Thanks for coming to my Jubilee Celebration. I’m still in shock over the tragedy in neighboring Boston, and I can barely … Continue reading
After the terrorist attacks of September 9, 2011, the citizens of Providence responded by making art. The process of creative expression served to offer children, teens and adults a way to express feelings and seek healing, Thousands of these tiles … Continue reading
I love this poem.
For me, the poet is saying that darkness can never completely win; focus on what it can't touch.
Try to Praise the Mutilated World
Try to praise the mutilated world.
Remember June’s long days,
and wild strawberries, drops of wine, the dew.
The nettles that methodically overgrow
the abandoned homesteads of exiles.
You must praise the mutilated world.
This painting (by Ken) and this poem (by me) were inspired by an Easter sunrise. I’ve been told that repeating the same ritual twice makes it a tradition. Today we visited Conimicut Point in Rhode Island, making it our new … Continue reading
After great pain a formal feeling comes– (to read Emily Dickinson’s entire poem, click here). The day before my birthday in January, we buried my grandmother. On that same day, January 30th, my granddaughter was born. For more than fifty … Continue reading