My memories of the library as a child are being a fugitive (we stayed with a fine), going with Charleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeennnnnnnnne as she struggled to find something to occupy Buffy, Leaky, myself and a few, random, tag along, neighborhood kids on summer days and the Cobbs Creek branch being hot. I really didn’t get the obsessive love of reading until later,…
I should have started out with this!I still remember trying to muddle through sonnets and odes and zzzzzzzzzzzz…..Anywhozit, I found this on poets.org. How to Read a Poem: Beginner’s Manual by Pamela Spiro WagnerFirst, forget everything you have learned,that poetry is difficult,that it cannot be appreciated by the likes of you,with your high school equivalency diploma,your steel-tipped boots,or your white-collar…
…Name Yourself Day! Since I have come to like my name after a lifetime of wanting to be Rachel, Stacy or Kim, I am not going to change my name for good. I am going to temporarily change my name today to either “Not Raya” as in, ” I’m not Raya. Sorry, that’s my sister.” “Miss Ashay” (the kids can’t…
On days when I am feeling like I can conquer the world, like I am super mom, woman and Rachée all rolled into one this is the poem I turn to. Phenomenal Woman by Maya Angelou Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.I’m not cute or built to suit a fashion model’s sizeBut when I start to tell them,They think…
My aunt, Charleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeennnnnnnnnne, was in college when Buffy and I were four, five, and like most young college students, she took it upon herself to educate the masses with her new found experiences. The masses at the time were her nieces who would have rather been playing with Weeble wobbles (weebles wobble but they won’t fall down!) or Little People…