Saturday, November 30, 2019

The Butterfly Hours Memoir Project: TEST


For 2019 I'm running a year-long series on my blog in which I share my responses to the writing assignment prompts found in THE BUTTERLY HOURS by Patty Dann.

I welcome you to join me, if you like! I've divided the prompts by month, and the plan is to respond to 3 (or so) a week. For some of these I may write poems, for others prose. The important thing is to mine my memory. Who knows where this exploration will lead?

For links to the prompts I've written on so far this year, please click on The Butterfly Hours tab above.

This month's prompts are straws, studio, stuffed animal, summer job, tattoos, telephone, tennis court, test, theater.

TEST

I was generally good at school – good at memorization and test-taking. But once in 3rd Grade we were required to memorize and recite in front of the class the names of the 50 states. Most (all?) of my classmates memorized the list alphabetically. But I, for whatever reason, learned my geographically starting with Florida (where we lived at the time) and then moving up and across the country from there. I was careful to remember Alaska and Hawaii, but still I somehow missed a state or two in the midwest. I was disappointed in my performance, and also embarrassed. It wasn't until afterward that my teacher pointed out my (different) memorization style might have played a part. She didn't say my method was wrong, just that it was perhaps more difficult. I' look back on the experience with some fondness, simply because it shows me being ME – imperfect and a little bit different. These days we have words for all different types of learners, but back then I just knew learning by a list was not for me! (I still love maps.) 

The Butterfly Hours Memoir Project: THEATER


For 2019 I'm running a year-long series on my blog in which I share my responses to the writing assignment prompts found in THE BUTTERLY HOURS by Patty Dann.

I welcome you to join me, if you like! I've divided the prompts by month, and the plan is to respond to 3 (or so) a week. For some of these I may write poems, for others prose. The important thing is to mine my memory. Who knows where this exploration will lead?

For links to the prompts I've written on so far this year, please click on The Butterfly Hours tab above.

This month's prompts are straws, studio, stuffed animal, summer job, tattoos, telephone, tennis court, test, theater.

THEATER

The first musical theater I can remember was a church production of LIL' ABNER. I'm sure there is very much wrong with it, and likely today I wouldn't enjoy the (southern “hillbilly”) stereotypes presented, but wee me LOVED it! It was the beginning of a lifelong love of theater that has included many Broadway plays and musical, seen in New York, London, Birmingham (local theater as well as the Birmingham Broadway series), and most recently The Covered Bridge Players located in Oneonta, AL. (Don't discount local theater! A passionate group of amateurs can be magical on stage!)

Two pretty predictable favorites musicals: PHANTOM OF THE OPERA and LES MISERABLES, both of which Paul and I have seen multiple times. As for plays, I am a huge fan of A.R. Gurney's work. And Paul and I enjoy introducing youngsters to theater... most recently we've taken the Buttercups to see ANNIE, WICKED, THE LITTLE MERMAID, and MATILDA. We are lucky in Alabama to have a premier theater: Alabama Shakespeare Festival in Montgomery, AL. I'm grateful to my parents for making theater a part of my life, and I look forward to whatever show we'll see next! (#1 on my to-see list: HARRY POTTER.)

Thursday, November 28, 2019

Thankful Poem

Hello and Happy Thanksgiving! On Friday be sure to visit Bridget at wee words for wee ones to partake of Poetry Friday Roundup!

I am still buzzing from the loveliness that was NCTE... and also enjoying a quieter week this week with my family. But I did want to pop in with a new thankful (love) poem...



... and a re-run of a favorite from ARTSPEAK: Happy! It's reminiscent of the "God is great, God is good" prayer from my youth. I hope it reminds you of a happy time in your life!


Tuesday, November 19, 2019

5 Things I Love About NCTE #ncte19

1. So. Many. BOOKS! And so many ardent book-lovers (like me!).

2. Filling up my writer's notebook with tips and inspiration during panels.

3. Meeting readers, authors, educators and introducing my newest title(s) -- this year it's DICTIONARY FOR A BETTER WORLD: Poems, Quotes and Anecdotes from A-Z, co-written with Charles Waters.

4. Catching up with dear only-see-them-once-a-year-always-in-my-heart friends over tea, bagels, pizza, ice cream...

5. Learning: about the world, other people, books, and myself.

and, best of all:

(BONUS) coming home with the pockets of my soul so very full.

See you there!


Monday, November 18, 2019

The Butterfly Hours Memoir Project: TENNIS COURT

For 2019 I'm running a year-long series on my blog in which I share my responses to the writing assignment prompts found in THE BUTTERLY HOURS by Patty Dann.

I welcome you to join me, if you like! I've divided the prompts by month, and the plan is to respond to 3 (or so) a week. For some of these I may write poems, for others prose. The important thing is to mine my memory. Who knows where this exploration will lead?

For links to the prompts I've written on so far this year, please click on The Butterfly Hours tab above.

This month's prompts are straws, studio, stuffed animal, summer job, tattoos, telephone, tennis court, test, theater.



TENNIS COURT


I do not have a lot of experience with a tennis court. Maybe I inherited this from my mother, because I remember a story of hers from college. She went to Florida State University, and she wanted to learn how to play tennis, so she signed up for a class – only to find out that tennis class wasn't about “learning” tennis at all! Grades were assigned according to how well you students performed in the “tournament.” My mother, not being a previous player, didn't do so well!

I do have one memory of meeting a high school (boy) friend to play tennis at the Samford University tennis courts. We were “just friends.” We also got together at the raquetball courts at Sportsplex (a local gym). Looking back, maybe he wanted us to be more than friends? I don't know, but he was extremely patient with my lack of playing abilities and seemed to enjoy himself regardless of my ineptitude! I'm so grateful – we all need friends like that.

Sunday, November 17, 2019

The Butterfly Hours Memoir Project: TELEPHONE

For 2019 I'm running a year-long series on my blog in which I share my responses to the writing assignment prompts found in THE BUTTERLY HOURS by Patty Dann.

I welcome you to join me, if you like! I've divided the prompts by month, and the plan is to respond to 3 (or so) a week. For some of these I may write poems, for others prose. The important thing is to mine my memory. Who knows where this exploration will lead?

For links to the prompts I've written on so far this year, please click on The Butterfly Hours tab above.

This month's prompts are straws, studio, stuffed animal, summer job, tattoos, telephone, tennis court, test, theater.

TELEPHONE

When I was a teenager the person I talked most to on the phone was my best friend Jennifer. I had a phone in my bedroom, and at night, I'd lie in bed mostly listening to Jennifer. We laughed A LOT. One thing that has always helped serious-minded me is having funny friends!

When I worked at Disney during a semester in college, I left behind a boyfriend. So the phone in the apartment I shared with three other young women was pretty important. It was hooked up in the kitchen area, so to get any privacy, I'd stretch the cord down the hall and sit just inside the door of my room. We broke up, got back together, missed each other, got over each other, fell in love again – in short, we grew up. Or at least, I did – or was beginning to grow and change and become myself. I can't really speak for him. It was a confusing, important time for me, as it was my first time away from my family of origin, and the relationship with the boyfriend ended for good shortly after. He was a sweet guy – just not MY sweet guy.

I have a distinct memory of the first time I spoke to Paul on the phone – we'd never met, so it was really our first introduction to one another. I had been sick with a chest cold, and for whatever reason, I was lying on the floor of my room. We talked, and it was so comfortable... I remember giving him directions to my house and generally just feeling excited about our upcoming first date. From the first time I heard his voice, I knew he was something special. This coming April we will celebrate 30 years together since that first date!

Saturday, November 16, 2019

The Butterfly Hours Memoir Project: TATTOOS

For 2019 I'm running a year-long series on my blog in which I share my responses to the writing assignment prompts found in THE BUTTERLY HOURS by Patty Dann.

I welcome you to join me, if you like! I've divided the prompts by month, and the plan is to respond to 3 (or so) a week. For some of these I may write poems, for others prose. The important thing is to mine my memory. Who knows where this exploration will lead?

For links to the prompts I've written on so far this year, please click on The Butterfly Hours tab above.

This month's prompts are straws, studio, stuffed animal, summer job, tattoos, telephone, tennis court, test, theater.


TATTOOS

My first memory of tattoos are the anchors on Popeye's arms, courtesy of Saturday morning cartoons. As a teen my brother Ken loved Ozzy Osbourne, and at one point got his fingers similarly tattooed. This was quite scandalous at the time, and I believe it was a homemade job, which made it even worse. My parents were disapproving, and I, being a “good girl,” was also disapproving at the time. Ken acquired more tattoos as a US Marine, but eventually he got the finger tattoos removed.

I myself had a moment not long after giving birth to our third son when I found myself alone in a tattoo parlor on a random morning after dropping kids at Mother's Day Out. I didn't tell anyone, not even my husband, what I was doing. It was MY thing, and I knew what I wanted, and I wasn't interested in hearing anyone else's opinion about it. Was I afraid I'd get talked out of it? Maybe. Was I afraid others wouldn't approve? Definitely. But the great thing about being a woman in the US the very first year of a new century was that I could go get a tattoo, if I wanted to, and I didn't need anyone's permission to do it. So, now, that tattoo has come to symbolize freedom and independence for me – a tiny secret thing that reminds me I can think for myself, make my own choices. I can share it with others, or not. It has nothing to do with anyone else, and everything to do with me being ME. I suspect that's what tattoos mean to most people. They are part of one's identity, a celebration of self. And frankly, anyone else's tattoos are none of my business. Get them, or don't. Just be you!

Friday, November 15, 2019

Poetry Friday with Snail, Snake, Dog and Bat

Hello and Happy Poetry Friday! Be sure to visit Michelle at Today's Little Ditty, where she is sharing about her latest Best of TLD Anthology. Congratulations to all whose work appears in the pages, and so many thanks to Michelle for her generosity and love. You can get your copy here. (My poem "Fishing for a Reader" is included in the volume.)

I'm a worker bee today and all weekend - in part getting ready for next week's NCTE - so I'm in with a quick look at A SWARM, A FLOCK, A HOST: A Compendium of Creatures by Mark Doty and Darren Waterston.
While Mark Doty is an accomplished poet, it was his memoir DOG YEARS that put paw prints all over my heart. I have read it more than once, and it earned a permanent place on my bookshelf! This book, too, includes some dog-verse, and lots of other critters, too -- as the title of the book indicates. Darren Waterston's art is all inky silhouettes that merge and converge... dreamy and dark. I'll leave you with a few short gems. Enjoy!


SNAIL
                                 exhales a silver avenue




SNAKE
whose black and yellow signature
unscribbling itself across the path?




BAT
How to translate the little bats'
nearly inaudible peeping,

The body was made to disappear

Or
I slip into we so swiftly was I ever here?

Little bats stitching up the dusk
with their superb crewelwork

marking the remaining hours
on an abacus of stars

- Mark Doty

Thursday, November 14, 2019

2019 Books All Young Georgians Should Read

Good news: MEET MISS FANCY has been selected as one of the 2019 Books All Young Georgians Should Read! I'm honored and delighted to be included with so many other fine book creators -- visit the website above to read the full list. Congratulations to all!!

The awards ceremony is tonight. Yes, there's an actual Oscar-esque ceremony! Winners get to say a few words and are presented with a gorgeous one-of-a-kind glass statue -- I know, because CAN I TOUCH YOUR HAIR? received this same award last year (though I wasn't able to attend!). Joe Davich surprised me by presenting the award to me a few months later at our annual SCBWI conference, which convened at his library.

Unfortunately I have other commitments that prevent my attending this year as well. (I know! So sad!) But I didn't want the day to slip by without expressing my gratitude to Georgia Center for the Book and members of the Advisory council who decided Miss Fancy should be on the list. THANK YOU! And so many congratulations to all the other honorees. Please eat a pimiento cheeseburger slider for me! Miss Fancy would, too, if she could. :)

Tuesday, November 12, 2019

The Butterfly Hours Memoir Project: SUMMER JOB

For 2019 I'm running a year-long series on my blog in which I share my responses to the writing assignment prompts found in THE BUTTERLY HOURS by Patty Dann.

I welcome you to join me, if you like! I've divided the prompts by month, and the plan is to respond to 3 (or so) a week. For some of these I may write poems, for others prose. The important thing is to mine my memory. Who knows where this exploration will lead?

For links to the prompts I've written on so far this year, please click on The Butterfly Hours tab above.

This month's prompts are straws, studio, stuffed animal, summer job, tattoos, telephone, tennis court, test, theater.


SUMMER JOB

My best summer job was as a babysitter for a family with four girls: Phoenix, Noel, Merry Lynn and Alaina. Actually, when I first started, Alaina wasn't yet born! My sister and I both babysat for them for several years, and I still hold them all in my heart. We read together and painted and played and
made snacks... I didn't know it, but I was totally practicing to be a mother. Because the girls lived within blocks of the library, one of our favorite things to do was walk down with the wagon, and come back loaded down with books! I wrote a poem that includes some of the details for the anthology THE POETRY OF US, edited by J. Patrick Lewis.

I Give Thanks for Trussville, Alabama

For the boxy blue house
on Lake Street

the low branch on the chinaberry tree,
perfect for spying

the rattle of the Red Flyer
as we pull it empty

across sidewalks cracked
and raised by the roots of ancient oaks.

For the library three blocks down
and one block over

where we build a soon-to-be
avalanche of books –

our wagon turned pumpkin
turned carriage turned train.

For the one stop light
blinking caution caution caution

for the noonday bus
wheezing its promise to carry us away –

someday,
but not until we're ready.

- Irene Latham

Sunday, November 10, 2019

The Butterfly Hours Memoir Project: STUFFED ANIMAL

For 2019 I'm running a year-long series on my blog in which I share my responses to the writing assignment prompts found in THE BUTTERLY HOURS by Patty Dann.

I welcome you to join me, if you like! I've divided the prompts by month, and the plan is to respond to 3 (or so) a week. For some of these I may write poems, for others prose. The important thing is to mine my memory. Who knows where this exploration will lead?

For links to the prompts I've written on so far this year, please click on The Butterfly Hours tab above.

This month's prompts are straws, studio, stuffed animal, summer job, tattoos, telephone, tennis court, test, theater.

STUFFED ANIMAL


wee me with birthday stash
I've had lots of stuffed animals over my life. (Pretty much all my birthday pictures include books and stuffed animals!) Some were made for my by my grandmother. Others were the store-bought variety. I remember an ultra-soft plush white polar bear, a little lamb with a black face. My sister Lynn, who is a Leo, had a fuzzy yellow lion. In recent years my middle son forgot my birthday when he was probably 16, and then he surprised me with a pink stuffed dog he got from the grocery store where he worked at the time. The dog wasn't anything like what I'd choose for myself, and I didn't really have a place for a stuffed toy that size, but of course I loved it!
last shot of the stuffed dog
It lived a long and happy life until recently, when puppy Rosie took a shine to it. The damage was done before I could rescue the stuffed dog, and the real dog liked it so much, that I just let her enjoy it. This is more in keeping with my current more minimalist, in-the-moment approach to living... recent experiences like downsizing and losing my father (who was quite the collector) are helping teach me not to be so attached to THINGS. Even the son who gave me the stuffed dog was understanding when I showed him the picture of the now-destroyed stuffed dog. (He also said he'd let Santa know. :) And it was also that son who told me recently when I said after he'd gone, “I just wish I'd taken a picture of you” that I shouldn't worry, because I have him in real life. Oh, the fear of loss... like I said, I'm learning!

(and this is why I couldn't resist
letting Rosie have her way
with the toy!)

Thursday, November 7, 2019

Still and Steady for Poetry Friday

Hello, dear Poetry Friday friends! Welcome to this week's Poetry Friday Roundup! I've just a couple of things to share before we get to the links.

1. NCTE is less than two weeks away! I look forward to seeing many of you there! Don't forget to rsvp Laura Shovan about the Thursday (yes, this has been changed from the earlier Wednesday plans. Now THURSDAY!) night Poets of Kidlit Dinner at Nick's Fish House, 7 pm. Here's a graphic with some of my events:



2. I've been thinking about how often our first impulse when upset or fearful or mad or whatever is to do something, when maybe what we really need to do first is pause and reflect... and then I was reading IN BEAUTY MAY I WALK... Words of Peace and Wisdom by Native Americans, edited by Helen Exley. This sweet, rich little book was published by Exley Publications back in 1997 and has been warming my bookshelf ever since. Here's a passage that resonates with me today:

I WILL BE STILL AND STEADY...
If, like a Cherokee warrior, I can look at the new year as an opportunity to stand on new ground, then strength and courage are on my side. I will remember that things do work out, bodies do heal, relationships mend -- not because I said it, but because I believe it.

But it is time to make things right, to stay on the path. As water runs fresh and free from the woodland spring, so new life and meaning will bubble up from my own inner source. I will be still and steady, because there is nothing to be gained by showing fear in a chaotic world.   - Joyce Sequichie Hifler

... and here is a poem that seems to come from that same place inside me:

Thanks so much for reading!

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Wednesday, November 6, 2019

The Butterfly Hours Memoir Project: STUDIO

For 2019 I'm running a year-long series on my blog in which I share my responses to the writing assignment prompts found in THE BUTTERLY HOURS by Patty Dann.

I welcome you to join me, if you like! I've divided the prompts by month, and the plan is to respond to 3 (or so) a week. For some of these I may write poems, for others prose. The important thing is to mine my memory. Who knows where this exploration will lead?

For links to the prompts I've written on so far this year, please click on The Butterfly Hours tab above.

This month's prompts are straws, studio, stuffed animal, summer job, tattoos, telephone, tennis court, test, theater.


STUDIO

I've written before about my own studio – the Purple Horse Poetry Studio and Music Room. I chose “studio” (over “study” or “library” or “office” or any other name) because I identify as an artist first. Here's a quick poem:

If You Want to Know My Heart, Come Inside My Studio

one chamber:
four walls to hold
eighty-eight piano keys
five cello strings

two dozen shelves
fat with books
and hungry for more
more more

a hodgepodge gallery
of watercolor, collage,
pen and ink
the exact same scent
as woodsmoke

its heartbeat,
a window
carrying inside
tree   mountain
bluebird    lake

one light, pulsing
and strung
with yellow-edged
pictures of 
loved-ones' faces

open-shut-open
door taped over
with Dear __ greetings

two roomy closets
where poems tuck
themselves between
quilts   paint
ribbon    thread

the air aswirl
with dreams
made red with words –

some silent
and true as stars,
others slipping
whispering, still:

                       dust
beneath the door.


-->
- Irene Latham

Monday, November 4, 2019

The Butterfly Hours Memoir Project: STRAWS

For 2019 I'm running a year-long series on my blog in which I share my responses to the writing assignment prompts found in THE BUTTERLY HOURS by Patty Dann.

I welcome you to join me, if you like! I've divided the prompts by month, and the plan is to respond to 3 (or so) a week. For some of these I may write poems, for others prose. The important thing is to mine my memory. Who knows where this exploration will lead?

For links to the prompts I've written on so far this year, please click on The Butterfly Hours tab above.

This month's prompts are straws, studio, stuffed animal, summer job, tattoos, telephone, tennis court, test, theater.

STRAWS

July 2004 US Open Sandcastle
Competition, Imperial Beach
San Diego, CA (the guy on
the lower left is using a straw)
A straw seems such a simple thing and yet it generates a lot of opinions, doesn't it? I like a straw because sometimes my teeth are sensitive to temperature. Also I read or heard somewhere that using a straw prevents stains on teeth. And since I drink a lot of tea... but then I was lunching with a friend, and she told me she won't use a straw because it will wrinkle the skin around your lips and mouth. Another friend is a proponent of reusable straws to cut down on landfill waste. At the zoo, straws aren't allowed, because they are potentially dangerous if ingested by an animal.
Some artists use straws to help them create their work. In particular I have this memory of watching sand sculptors use straws to blow away bits during a sandcastle competition. Cool!

p.s. My first thought when I hear the word “straw”: MILKSHAKE. Mmmmmm....''

Friday, November 1, 2019

A Gee's Bend Poetry Friday

Hello and Happy Poetry Friday! Be sure to visit for Tabatha at The Opposite of Indifference for Roundup.

Last week it was my great good fortune to spend some time with students at Pelham Oaks Elementary. The 4th and 5th graders had read LEAVING GEE'S BEND, and wow, were they a great group! I was impressed by what good listeners they were, and also by what interesting questions they asked. This is a direct reflection on librarian Kristi Plemons and all the teachers, and the way they made this story come alive for students. What an honor to share time with these readers! Here are some pictures from the day:
some great readers, Kristi Plemons,
Irene Latham (and Ludelphia)!

timeline of happenings in Gee's Bend

... and here is maybe my most favorite
thing of all, found on a bulletin board
full of "lessons or takeaways" from
LEAVING GEE'S BEND:



"That you don't have to follow the rules or draw inside the lines, to make something beautiful, and express yourself."

THAT is a poem! And: "Quilting is Art."

YES! And here's proof, in an autumn motif, from the recent Blount County Quilters Guild show held at beautiful Palisades Park:


Finally, I want to share a little from YELLOW KAYAK by Nina Laden, illus by Melissa Castrillon. It's a long poem about an adventure that begins:

Yellow kayak.
Blue sky.
Paddle swiftly
Wave good-bye.

I'm completely smitten with this book! I hope you'll check it out. Happy first day of November to all! xo