tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-177084952011-12-27T21:50:54.686-08:00Observations and reflections from the individual and collective front lines.Joyce Younghttps://profiles.google.com/110319063895580229532noreply@blogger.comBlogger141100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17708495.post-72027518218262820082009-07-18T18:11:00.000-07:002009-07-18T18:12:12.035-07:00

Still considering revival. Revival pending........

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The foundation that Mother's Day was built on keeps rising to the surface:http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LtzAwo1HU2wPeace

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I'm inspired by the actor/singer who played the role of "Jeramy" in "Madea Goes to Jail," the play by Tyler Perry. I watched the video yesterday and laughed and laughed and at the same time marveled at the talent of the cast and playwright. The inspiration came from this young man singing a Frankie Beverly and Maze song that I know by heart despite having no idea what the title is. So, now I've

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Much of the time, these days, I think that the world and my walking in it, are moving much too fast. Opportunities to stand back and take stock of myself and the world I live and move in are precious. These gifts, no matter how long they last are vital to my keep on keepin' on.I've spent the past week with 3rd and 4th graders as a substitute teacher. I learn many things from being with young

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Apparently, Scholastic, Inc. has had second thoughts about their relationship with ABC's "The Path to 9/11" (to be aired on Sunday 9/10 and Monday 9/11). There have been some changes made to the so-called curriculum materials that had originally been posted on the Scholastic website for high school teachers to use in conjunction with their students' viewing and discussion of the program and the

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Yet another "documentary" about 9/11 will be aired by ABC on 9/10 and 9/11. Here's some background information from http://thinkprogress.org/tellabc"On September 10 and 11, ABC Television is planning to run an inaccurate film depicting the events leading up to the 9/11 attacks. The film was written by an avowed conservative and it largely places the blame for failing to prevent the attacks on the

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This poem has been published online at www.voicesinwartime.org and in the Berkeley Daily Planet, a fine, lively local newspaper. I wrote the original version in April 2003 during Spring Break. Since I'm a a poet and writer as well as a creative writing teacher in schools and community programs (4-5 programs every school year), I use my Spring Breaks to write and catch up on my sleep. This poem is

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I'm still hearing the words "Who owns the sky," and the words about the younger cousin who thinks there are monsters under his/her bed, the mother holding the hours-old baby who's skin has turned to ash, mothers, fathers, wives, images electrifying, horrifying, real. Images and words from messages of people in Lebanon and Palestine and here were woven together this evening with voices and

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I've been working on this one recently, revising it to make it flow. Here's the most recent version........Recipe for HopeIngredientsFive 2 month-old babiesSix elders sitting and talking10 laughing kids2 Pregnant women, almost to term1 year’s worth of blank pagesEndless emotional support1 Good Friend1 small illusion about yourselfInstructionsTake five 2 month-old babies and kiss them, one by one

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Wouldn’t human beings have more time to be kind, to love, if it wasn’t laid out that some people had everything and other people had very little? I can’t help thinking that we’d have more time for our children, our friends, our lovers, ourselves. If there was no material brass ring to grab for, then what would people do? People in the United States, that is. I've never lived anyplace else. I’m

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How many months ago was my last post? I mentioned that it was 40-something degrees outside at the time and then I went to bed. I've been asleep for months in blog-time. I've been working 4 jobs for the entire school year, working 7 day weeks on end during this spring semester and giving much of my attention to other people's children or planning and prepping for classes in which I do just that

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Now that I've decided to renew my vows and keep up with this blogging thing, it's almost midnight and my nice warm bed is calling me. It's 44 degrees outside and the nice warm bed wins. More words to come as soon as I've gotten enough sleep.

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I'm going to try to remember to write here more regularly. However,this entry will be short because it's way too cold to stay at thisdesk by the window. It's 41 degrees outside and way too cold for aNorthern California winter. Being ill doesn't make it any easier tofend off the chill. I'm going to stand by my heater in the living roomand do warm ups. That's one of the many benefits of years of

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Evidently I'm not a nautical expert. Other folks can drive the boat. Or is it steer the boat? Since this is my first post to my first blog, I'm thinking about rituals of celebration. Marking the beginning of something. Another place to let the words flow, an expansion of expression. I think I'll stop while I'm somewhat lucid.

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