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Every time I make the effort to go to Acadiana Wordlab on Saturday afternoon, I am not sorry. The group changes weekly. The presenter is someone different each week. Yet the process remains the same: prompt, write, share, repeat. This process usually works for me. Last week I did not know the presenter or more than half of the dozen people there. But I was inspired.

The presenter was not a writer, but a graphic artist, Denise Gallagher. She told us her story of becoming who she is today. She was happy in her job as a graphic designer but felt compelled to go back to her first love, drawing. She told us how she began a online challenge to draw an illustration once a week. Through the practice, she developed her skills and honored her own passion for art. Today, her work is shown in L.A. and New York. Her drawings are full of juxtapositions. You can see her work on her website: Denise Gallagher Design.

Denise did not tell us the stories of her images. She was interested in hearing our interpretations first. I wrote to an image she titled “Strength.” I was writing from a perspective of caring for someone with cancer. Denise’s mother died in 2010 from a brain tumor that first had taken her mother’s sight. I didn’t know this and was touched when my poem made her cry. We shared after the workshop, one of those amazing connections made through art and writing.

Strength by Denise Gallagher

Strength by Denise Gallagher

Strength

When the wolf came,
she was blind,
eyes covered,
a bandage
protecting her
from its bite.

Hair flowed like seaweed above her head.
Its paw, the wolf’s, held her down,
energy entered a major artery
to the heart, burdened
by invasion,
interruption,
a total turn of events.

Now, with wolf-blessing upon her,
she will find courage,
gather strength to fight the invasion.
Her blinder will be removed.
I’ll comb her hair away from her eyes.
I will look upon this enemy
with grace
and forgive.

–Margaret Simon, all rights reserved

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Join the Tuesday Slice of Life!

Join the Tuesday Slice of Life!

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Sunshine is spreading all over the cyberspace. I was nominated for a Sunshine award by Catherine Flynn of Reading to the Core and Betsy Hubbard of Teaching Young Writers. This is how it works.

1. Acknowledge the nominating blogger(s).

2. Share 11 random facts about yourself.

3. Answer the 11 questions the nominating blogger created for you.

4. List 11 bloggers who inspire you.

5. Post 11 questions for the bloggers you nominate to answer and let all the bloggers know they’ve been nominated. Don’t nominate a blogger who has nominated you.

So to start, here are eleven random facts about me:

1. I was inspired to become a teacher when I was 15 and volunteered for a program called OLE’ (Operation Life Enrichment). I learned that I loved the sparkle in kids’ eyes when you read with them.

2. I finished college in three years. I met my husband-to-be my freshman year. He was in his 2nd year of law school, so I zoomed through taking 21 hours a semester. No problem because all we did together was study.

3. I painted pet portraits for about ten years.

4. My favorite fruit is a satsuma. I had never eaten one until I moved to Louisiana. The same goes for crawfish.

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5. I can hula hoop for ten minutes.

6. I have a new addiction to dark chocolate mint M&Ms.

7. I was named for my mother’s mother (Margaret) and my father’s mother (Gene). My grandmother Margaret died three months before I was born, so I’ve always thought of her as my guardian angel. I named my oldest daughter after me (and my maternal grandmother), but we call her Maggie.

8. I am a Berry Queen. What does that mean? Read here.

2012-13 Head Diva, Susan and me, 2013-14 Head Diva.

2012-13 Head Diva, Susan and me, 2013-14 Head Diva.


9. I was the first female acolyte in my Episcopal church.

10. My husband and I met at the same place my parents met: The Episcopal student center at LSU.

11. It was all my husband’s idea that we start taking Zydeco/Cajun dancing lessons. We’ve been dancing for 3 years, our empty nest activity.

I selected eleven questions from the ones posted by both Catherine and Betsy.

1. Is there a “classic” book that you are embarrassed to admit you haven’t read? Yes, (hides face) Harry Potter. My husband doesn’t understand how I can teach young readers and not read the Harry Potter series. I’m running out of excuses.

2. What are your reading now? I am reading two books, Neil Gaiman’s “The Ocean at the End of the Lane,” and “One for the Murphys” by Lynda Mullaly Hunt.

3. Who is your favorite children’s book author? Kate DiCamillo! Love, love, love “Tale of Despereaux” and “Edward Tulane.”

4. What’s the funniest thing a student ever said to you? “That birthmark (age spot) on your face looks like a comma. People must look at you and pause.”

5. Tell something about the grandparent who meant a lot to you. I’ll never forget that my grandmother Ne Ne made me clothes for my Barbies and a whole house and furniture out of cardboard covered in fabric. She was amazing!

6. Where do you write? in my kitchen, in my classroom, in my car, in board rooms, in coffee shops, etc.

7. Do you have a quote that inspires you? Mary Oliver’s Wild Geese poem: “You do not have to be good…you only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves.”

From Betsy:

8. Where would you love to vacation? Greece; I’ve been there once, and the Aegean Sea is the most beautiful water in the world!

9. Do you collect anything? What? Yes, crosses (I have four clusters of crosses in my home.)

10. Did you ever learn to play an instrument? The piano. My mother has her masters in piano. She taught lessons to other people’s children. I took from Mrs. Jo. I loved her, but I hated to practice.

11. Who would you like to meet and what is one thing you would ask them? I would love to meet Mary Oliver. I wouldn’t ask her anything. I’d just want to take a walk with her.

My Sunshine Awards go to…

Laura Purdie Salas Writing the World for Kids
Pamela Hodges at i paint. i write.
Jen Vincent at Teach Mentor Texts
Keri Collins Lewis at Keri Recommends
Caroline Starr Rose at Caroline by Line
Michelle H Barnes at Today’s Little Ditty
Diane Mayr at Random Noodling
Gigi McAllister at The Late Bloomer’s Blog

Clare Martin at Orphans of Dark and Rain

And your questions are:

1. What is your favorite movie of all time?
2. When did you first begin to believe you were a writer?
3. Who was your favorite author when your were growing up?
4. What is your most embarrassing moment as a teacher/presenter?
5. How many pets have you had? Can you name them all?
6. What do you love to do in your free time?
7. What is your secret fantasy?
8. What is your smell/taste memory of your grandmother’s house?
9. Do you collect anything? What?
10. What book have you read lately that influenced you and how?
11. Sweet or salty?

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Discover. Play. Build.

Join the Celebration round up at Ruth Ayres’ blog Discover. Play. Build.

Eighteen, eleven, seven, two…
This week started with eighteen people, cousins, sisters, a brother, some boyfriends, all celebrating the holiday season and my father’s eightieth year. We ate, drank, laughed, and hugged.

Gibson Cousination

Gibson Cousination


Eleven gathered at my mother-in-law’s table on Sunday evening, another Christmas. My brother-in-law had something sneaky up his sleeve. I opened a Confederate soldier’s hat. My husband opened Swiss chocolate, and my mother-in-law opened Jamaican rum and Irish whiskey. Scott loves researching genealogy. He gathered information about each of our families and created binders for us. What a labor of love! He discovered that one of my ancestry lines leads to Scottish royalty. The reason for the Confederate hat? He told a story of a family who lost a father and son within days of each other in the Civil War. This is the kind of gift that keeps on giving as I learn my family history.

Seven left for another meal, my daughters, one boyfriend, one husband, and one mother-in-law. We gathered left overs. I made tortilla soup. My daughter made lemon squares. Once again good food, laughter, and hugs.

New Year Selfie
Two of us for New Year’s Eve. We took a selfie before we went out in the cold rain to dance the night away to our favorite Zydeco band, Geno Delafose and the French Rockin Boogie.

I hope you enjoyed family and each other this holiday season. I am leaving you with a video of Geno. Do a little jitterbug to celebrate!

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Join the Poetry Friday Round up at I think in Poems hosted by Betsy.

Join the Poetry Friday Round up at I think in Poems hosted by Betsy.

My handmade book of poems

My handmade book of poems

One thing I enjoy about a long break is the time to be creative. I learned how to make a book recently and tried it out on Christmas Day using some paper my daughter gave me as a gift, covering mat-board, sewing pages together, and binding with colorful duct tape. Inside, I have glued copies of the poems I have written this winter break.

I challenged myself to write 10 poems over 2 weeks. I’m up to seven and have 3 more days. This challenge makes me look at life as a poet, finding poems everywhere. I wish I could live like this everyday, but most days the stresses of life get in the way.

Between Christmas and New Year’s Day, I spent some time with my family in Mississippi. My sister took some pictures of the lake. I borrowed this one of two white egrets wading and wrote a poem to the image. I cannot seem to write a poem about nature without mentioning the Great Creator. I also grabbed some inspiration from this site, The Heron and Egret Society, that includes Mary Oliver poems about egrets. I borrowed the word scumbled and began, as Mary Oliver did, with the phrase, “Where the”

Photo by Beth Saxena

Photo by Beth Saxena

Egrets

Where the shoreline turns
hiding among the scumbled weeds,
two white egrets
take stealthy steps on stick-like legs.

The wind passes them by.
The canopy of orange maple leaves
ignore this lightning flash of beauty.

I observe them from a safe distance,
not sure if a prayer is waiting,
I release a breath: “Ah, me!”

I can pay attention, say grace,
and praise you,
twin brush strokes of God.

–Margaret Simon

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