Posts Tagged With: postaday2011

Returning to the Village: SOLT

Finally,  a sunny, spring Saturday in the Village without heavy jackets and finally, a day we could meet up with family at the A.O.C.

There’s just four years difference between us, but growing up my cousin Arlene and I were never in the same social group.  Her older sister, Carrie just months younger, was the one I spent time with and finally on Saturday we lunched together.

Yes, it has taken way too long, but family is precious and yes better later than never.

Tuvia was thrilled to be out, to be in New York City and to be meeting new people.

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What a Weekend!: SOLT

What a wild weekend! It was a beautiful Friday and I was on my way to a local airport to pick up Troy Hicks, our keynote for our tech conference scheduled for Saturday.  I had great plans: a stop for coffee, a walk along the Hudson on a new walkway bridge, a dinner with our writing project’s tech team, a great place for an overnight and up in the early morning and off to the conference.

BUT, plane issues stopped me dead in my tracks.  Calls back and forth with Troy waiting patiently in Philly and the clock was ticking, closer and closer to 4:30, 5:30, 6:00.  I gave up the walk along the Hudson, after 3 hours I made my way to the parking lot, got in my car and called Troy once again, just one more time before I put the ticket into the slot on the way out of the lot.

He would be able to get closer to New Paltz but it was clear he would not be joining us at all on Friday night. Now we had to hope that he would at least make it easily for the conference the next morning.

The dinner was great even though I couldn’t be Bonnie and Troy but the group needed this evening together to celebrate even though the conversation was not tech focused as it could have been with Troy.  It was in my head, but I was starting to lose my energy but I still had another 30 minutes of driving to Tom’s for the overnight.

I left with the stragglers at 9 and got to Tom’s for a glass of wine before bed and wow, I did sleep and it was a glorious sunrise with a panoramic view of the mountains and Troy was just 30 minutes away from us.

We were up for coffee, oj and just one slice of toast and I was off to the center, where members of the HVWP staff and tech team presenters were coming in with me.  There was that great hum of activity that I love so much and Troy was just one call away right at the entrance.  And everything was moving.  The main room was filled with participants: 70 teachers, HVWP TC’s, SUNY’s pre-service students, and a few administrators.

I would be presenting with my buddy Jack in the afternoon, sharing our current year-long issues based  program that a great 8th grade teacher team has been working on with all 8th grade students.  We were almost ready…we were ready.

And after I stepped aside with my introductory comments about Troy, I picked up my camera and shot photos and worked the video camera.  But as I sat down and took a breath and tried some tweeter back channelling, I couldn’t stay focused on what Troy was talking about.  I just couldn’t keep up my energy.  This effort at multi-tasking just doesn’t seem to work for me. I think I can but I don’t walk away with much. Good thing I have the video tape.

The day was a long one, a successful one, a huge one for me.  I looked like I was loving it but it did take a toll.  I couldn’t be in the specific moments of it, not until I was in my car and on my way back home, to dinner with Tuvia.

I have been asked to post a reflection about the experience and honestly, it flew away from me.

I do remember well, sitting across the table from Tuvia at Bone Fish enjoying our shared steak and the next early morning news about the MISSION ACCOMPLISHED in Pakistan!

We watched the White House Correspondents Dinner on CSPAN and Obama and Seth Meyers were great, funny and clever in their humor and we went to sleep, we went to sleep. But Obama went downstairs and watched the operation that took down Bin Laden, finally!

So it was a great weekend even I couldn’t feel it all in real time the way I did in my head.

PS: Obama the Commander in Chief.  It’s clear that the President is off when it comes to education reform but I do support him as the best person we could have in his role and taking down Bin Laden was fine with me.  Many people on FB are quoting Martin Luther King and his position on celebrating death, even someone evil.  I’m wonder about the rest of that quote.  It’s taken out of context.  I would have liked to join the crowd at the ruins of the World Trade Center that night.  I don’t think I’d been drinking a beer to Bin Laden’s death but I do give Obama and the team my great thanks that someone who thought so little about the lives of Americans is gone.

I just responded to a post that tried to strip the President’s role from the action and that is disturbing.  It’s that racism rearing its ugly head once again.  We no finish with the birth certificate that there’s yet another effort to demean the first black/white president.  Now that’s a place to include a quote from Martin Luther King on issues of racism.  Imagine how he would feel to watch Barack Obama as President of the United States!

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Farewell Poetry Month: 30/30

Farewell Poetry Month 30/30

May is a good month for poetry writing,

June, July, August,

all good months as well,

September and the rest.

I could wake up every morning

of every day,

grab an image

and start clicking my way into

a new piece,

BUT I like

the finite number

“30”

and I like the romance of

writing into Spring.

Yesterday climaxed

this second year

of poetry writing

with an explosion

of spring and a

writing project event

that demanded me at my best!

As I write this last one for

PoemADay ’11,

I hope to be back for another

set of 30 in ’12,

and hopefully,

for another

Hudson Valley Writing Project

challenge riding right beside.

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Not This Time: 29/30

Not this Time… 29/30

One more day for April’s poetry-writing challenge

and I confess,

I didn’t have a poem or an image

for each day.

I did miss the struggle and pleasure

of creating and publishing

but no guilt.

I continue on…

in this sunshine here and there

as I watch “the wedding” from our bed

as Tuvia tolerates.

And as we move to kitchen for breakfast together,

I click around, waiting to put the final touches on our

workshop for tomorrow’s

HVWP tech conference,

and the last day of April poems.

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Home Stretch: 26/30 SOLT

Home Stretch: 26/30

It doesn’t feel like the end of April,

definitely not the coming of May,

but tomorrow, early tomorrow,

the reality of deadlines

for Dover tech kids

will move us closer to the spring deadline

as the team shares fresh digital pieces.

My car knows the very best route

without a GPS.

Over time we have explored our

Options.

Three years of PD with Dover teachers and kids

and we are coming to an exciting climax

as the LCD project warms to a loaded computer.

My camera is charging for the capture of

the moments

I will want to relive

as each team holds its breath

for three minutes

waiting for the applause that will

come.

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The Journey Home I & II: 25/30

The Journey Home I and II 25/30

I.
A speeding train bolts out of the
BMI station and I burrow into my
double seat.
My iPad instantly connects me with
my online world,
and my cell phone allows for
regular check ins at home.

But there’s a glitch in his recovery
and talk of calling 911,
for an ambulance.
And suddenly my
bullet train
can only gallop.

I wait in 30 minutes
of phone silence
for the next
temperature check
breathing lightly.

II.
Out in the NYC real time race
I make a gargantuan effort
to manage the weight of my bags
trying to look NYC cool.

There’s no Tuvia
waiting to grab
me up and take charge.

I join the taxi line
And even though
There are many of us,
this is New York
And we are instantly
Moving to the lined cabs.

My heaviest suitcase
is  taken from me
and effortlessly lands in the
pristine trunk
of my very own cab.

I enter the back seat
and meet my first
female driver.

She grabs up her fees book
To check for Paramus
And it’s not so expensive.

We make our way to the GW Bridge
and she trusts that I know the way,
no GPS necessary.

We ride without obstacles,
We fly along the Hudson,
We fly over the bridge
We fly on Route 4
We remember on Forrest and Oradell
to stop for the red lights
and we arrive in less than 30 minutes.

After all this independent
Indian cabbie,
Has been living in and loving New York
for 30 years and driving it for 18.
I am in good hands.

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Taking a Final Sunshine Bow: 23/30

Taking a Final Sunshine Bow

We never did get to lounge on our balconies

Sipping wine, munching chips.

We never did get to hike the hills of

Berkley Springs, West Virginia.

But we did get to

Make music,

A new music.

Composing media tunes

Of hope and passion for the

University of Maryland’s Writing Project.

Creating in small groups, in pairs, going solo.

We composed our tunes on computers

For a marathon of 48 hours,

And as we woke with more rain for our finale,

We sang our songs for an embracing audience

To roaring cheers

Supporting these tunes as they moved out

Into the world…

As the sunshine rode us

HOME.

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Writing TIme: 22/30

Writing Time: 22/30

It’s that
Writing Time
that I love.

First Story Time,
Searching for
An image
to freeze
and take away.

An image
to remake
to translate
on our page.

I sit among
this group
of teacher-writers
and share
this precious time
as we
one-by-one,
make  new meaning
with Joseph’s old story
to take it out into
our worlds
beyond this room
beyond ourselves.

And while
I compose
now  without
the precious
pen and journal
of my past
the image of that
experience
is still what I imagine
when I think of
A Writer

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Door Opens: 21/30

Door Opens 21/30

First time
In West Virginia
My friend Joseph
Opens the door
And I get a chance
To see him
Anchored in land
In a barn
With his dog and
His wife.

There’s so much more
to say,
but first
More of us
Will arrive at noon
for the door to open
Wider.

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Seder ’11: 20/30

Seder ’11: 20/30

As kids, the Seder experience
was an endurance test.
We sat as quietly as we could
waiting
waiting
waiting
for my grandfather(Zeddie) to
recite the Haggadah
and get us to dinnertime.

I couldn’t understand his reading.
No one could.
We could try and follow
but it was a challenge.
Others participated,
but he was the center of our ritual.

Now my brother Jeff
lead’s our service
And we all share the experience.
We read in English and sing in Hebrew.

But there’s no more waiting for sustenance.
In fact, we begin the holiday celebration with
a  Happy Hour and  Passover approved appetizers.

I remember my Zeddie fondly,
But I embrace our modern updates.

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