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Elegy for My Friend

Elegy for My Friend

Four o’clock is the hardest time.  That was when I took her out for her afternoon constitutional.  I patterned my day around the four o’clock hour: gym sessions were pushed back, social obligations (what there were of them) were delayed, work was cut short. The reward was, of course, seeing...
Welcome to Christmas Week

Welcome to Christmas Week

“To sorrow I bade good morrow, And thought to leave her far away behind; But cheerly, cheerly, She loves me dearly;  She is so constant to me, and so kind. I would deceive her, And so leave her, But ah! she is so constant and so kind.” ~Keats, from Endymion...
Next to Normal

Next to Normal

” Day after day, give me clouds and rain and grey. Give me pain if that’s what’s real–it’s the price we pay to feel. The price of love is loss, but still we pay–we love anyway…” from the song, “Light,” in Next to Normal I was cruising through a friend’s...
Jimmy Stewart and Poetry

Jimmy Stewart and Poetry

There are no words, I suppose, to accompany this poem, written and recited by acting legend Jimmy Stewart on Johnny Carson’s Tonight Show in 1981.  Maybe it’s my state of mind lately…          
Things Change...All Over The Place

Things Change…All Over The Place

My friend has resigned from his job at the New York State Education Department.  He was there for eight years.  An even bigger friend of mine left Voorheesville after nearly nine years working with me. A best friend retired two years ago after being with me for over eleven years....
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What makes Don DeLillo write?

What makes Don DeLillo write?

“I have an idea but I’m not sure I believe it. Maybe I wanted to learn how to think. Writing is a concentrated form of thinking. I don’t know what I think about certain subjects, even today, until I sit down and try to write about them. Maybe I wanted to find more rigorous ways...
Balance

Balance

Balance is everything.  Especially in guaranteeing that your life is not messed up and out of sync.  I think I’ve come to that realization lately because I see so many of my friends whose lives are out of sync.  It’s not uncommon as adults to be in this mess, after all.  Life has its demands...
NaNoWriMo and the Death Force

NaNoWriMo and the Death Force

November. The month that turns a writer’s heart to all kinds of disparate things. Snow (apparently), turkey, football, writing a novel in thirty days, raking leaves, etc. Yes, writing a novel in thirty days is in there, too, because it’s National Novel Writing Month, or NaNoWriMo.  And it’s pretty wild. The point here is simple:...
Snow in October, Anniversaries, and Reunions

Snow in October, Anniversaries, and Reunions

A few light taps upon the pane made him turn to the window. It had begun to snow again. He watched sleepily the flakes, silver and dark, falling obliquely against the lamplight. The time had come for him to set out on his journey westward. Yes, the newspapers were right: snow was general all over...
The Diversity Game

The Diversity Game

Writing, as in life, is about being flexible.  Whether you’re talking about love, work, or writing, the ability to recognize differences between us and to not only accept them but to embrace and celebrate them are keys to a long, healthy life.  This is not earth-shatteringly new wisdom by any stretch, but for some of...
The View from the Top, or Everything Matters

The View from the Top, or Everything Matters

I don’t normally come right out and write posts to people.  Bad form.  Huge potential for unwanted anger directed at me (been there, can you tell?). But this post is different.  It is to someone.  I could try to whitewash it as a reflection on life and commitment to writing, I could add the tag...
The Rules Have Changed

The Rules Have Changed

The rules have changed. All of them.  There are times in your life when things just get turned upside down, inside out, and head over heels.  This, for me, is one of them. No bloody details (I’ve learned that lesson well- sorry, no personal info divulged here), but suffice it to say that my cheese...
No Reply At All

No Reply At All

Nostalgia trips are fun to take.  The fall really inspires this, it seems.  Back to school, as teachers will tell you, is often no different now for adults as it is for our charges: stomach churning, exciting (sometimes), and nerve wracking. Maybe it’s because my 25th high school reunion is rapidly approaching.  Perhaps it’s because...
Space

Space

Some people need space.  Correction: most people need space. Space from each other, space from reality, space from crowds or mobs, space from the constrictions that hold them back; these are all reasons why people need space. Some people need space to breathe the air of freedom and to live unhindered by the fetters of...
Elif Shafak and the Politics of Fiction

Elif Shafak and the Politics of Fiction

TED constantly fascinates me.  This is no exception. Turkish novelist Elif Shafak discusses the relationship between identity politics and fiction in this really amazing talk that all teachers of “creative writing” should hear.  The notion, as Shafak puts it, that modern life, technology, and globalization have allowed us all to gravitate into cultural ghettos, places...
Music, like Fiction, is not Rocket Science: or, Popular Music Demystified

Music, like Fiction, is not Rocket Science: or, Popular Music Demystified

This video is very cool.  It not only teaches the viewer a bit about music (certainly things  I didn’t know, being tone deaf as I am), but also hits on one of the key, incontrovertible facts about the arts: sampling, as it were, happens.  Whether it be art, music, writing, or dance, certain moves are...
No More Rainy Week Reflections, or Welcome to Summer

No More Rainy Week Reflections, or Welcome to Summer

Welcome to summer.  The school year is winding down, the rain has let up, and we are actually experiencing some heat.  It’s all good. I need to take a moment during these crazy weeks that make up the end of another school year (my sixteenth as a teacher of adolescents), and try to let some...
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