When I was fifteen, studying at a private high school, I wanted to write an author report on Sandra Cisneros, the most important writer of my young but committed reading life (I was the sort of kid who skipped class to read). I was told by my English teacher that if I was interested in…
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Saturday before last, a wonder-friend sent me this poem by Naomi Shihab Nye. So many times, as we navigated the crowds and listened to the children speak and watched little kids holding signs that said, “I don’t want to be next,”at the March For Our Lives, I felt overwhelmed by the magnitude and sorrow and…
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We’ve had some loss in the community this week, and it’s really hard to reconcile. Reach out when the dark begins to close in, sometimes just being in the company of other breathing laughing crying souls is what it takes to make it another day. This Friday October 20th at 7 pm, come join us…
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