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Tuesday, March 31, 2009

Tuesday Thingers

This week's Tuesday Thingers from Wendi.
Questions (yes - there are a bunch - answer one or two . . . or all of them!): What is your least-favorite book(s)? Is your least-favorite book listed in your LT library? If it is listed, do you have anything special in the tags or comments section? How have others rated your least-favorite book?

My least favorite book on my Shelfari shelf is Off-Color by Janet MacDonald. It's a YA novel about a girl who learns she is biracial. I had high expectations for the book. I was sorely disappointed. The characters are flat and so stereotypical it isn't just insulting but frustrating. This could have really been a good story instead it strikes me as lazy writing. There is nothing creative or dynamic here. Not knowing the author, I assumed the writer was white. I thought this was someone who was making an honest attempt of stepping in someone's else's shoes. Boy, was I wrong. The writer is black and highly respected for her body of work. Others who know Ms. MacDonald's work suggested I give her work another look. I will but I'm not motivated to do so anytime soon.

There was one other review, comment and that reader didn't like it either.

NaPoWriMo: National Poetry Month

For those of you who don't know, April is National Poetry Month. To celebrate, the staff at readwritepoem are officially supporting NaPoWriMo: 30 Poems in 30 days. A month long project started by poet, Maureen Thorson at Gourd is My Co-pilot.

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I'll be participating this year. I will not be subjecting you to every brain fart, but occasionally, I'll share a draft if it is not ridiculously rough. If you'd like to join, leave your name and link to your blog here or at readwritepoem. Wherever you link, know that you can count on me to come by and cheer you on.

Confession Tuesday

Confession, I wanted to talk about blog etiquette or more specifically the lack of manners in the blogosphere, and I was going to write a scathing commentary about a particular high priestess who writes from Mount Self-Importance. I was going to say the air at her temple must be so thin that the lack of oxygen surely accounts for her delusion that the rest of us are her underlings rather than her peers. Then I questioned if that was mean, inappropriate. Couldn't I just share what I think are the basic manners that we seem to be forgetting when we jump from one virtual island to another?

And don't let my fella get started on the pitfalls of the blogosphere (I made the mistake of sharing my topic for today). He thinks our virtual islands are eroding community and the network we say we want. He thinks cultivating community was better when message boards were the preferred medium for interaction. He argues that a message board community centralizes activity, responses are concentrated and this combination creates a distinct tone and allows for an intimacy that is difficult to replicate in a patchwork of blogs. I agree to a point. I also understand and enjoy the appeal of blogs.

I think each kind of community has its pros and cons. For today, I want to focus on a big sore spot for me: comments. Now, as my mother would say, some folks act as if they have no home training. Weren't we all taught that when you go to someone's house you greet the hostess and other guests? And weren't we taught that when we are the host, it is our job to greet everybody and make our guests feel welcomed? In my mind, our blogs are our virtual homes and as such, we should acknowledge our guests. And since we are communicating online, the only way to acknowledge someone is to comment. If a guest shows up at your home, takes the time to read and comment to what you took time to write, you the host should acknowledge the response. Now if you're inundated with responses, write a reply to the group, but say something. Honestly, if you can't be bothered to respond, I can't be bothered to read you. It goes both ways, sweetie.

And dear reader, I'm sure you have run into those folks who like to hear themselves talk, but for the rest of us regular folk, we really do want to hear from you. Your comments matter. And for me, I write expressively to interact with you. We are friends and peers. I already know what I think. I blog (a very public activity) because I'm want engagement, discussion, feedback. Talk to me. I promise I will thank you for taking time to comment, and I'll respond thoughtfully to questions or comments that ask my opinion.

I realize we have lives outside of our islands. I'm not arguing a reader should comment to every post nor that a blogger should respond to every comment, but I am making a case for more exchanges and replies than not.

And my last peeve is about what I perceive as a greater interest in getting attention rather than giving it: when you participate in a meme, remember to give what you want- comments. Don't drop a link for others to read you, and then fail to make a real effort to comment to several other participants. We shouldn't have to rely on tracking widgets to learn if we're being read. Exercise your digits and crank out a few dozen keystrokes. Comment, people. That's all I'm saying.

What's your view? I have very thick skin and prefer candor so tell us how you really feel.

If you want more confessions, visit January's place.

Sunday, March 29, 2009

Center of Trees

He watches me while I remove
what little make-up I wear; I
slide out of tummy support panties
and unhook my bra.
I smile- I like the way
my breasts relax, rounded out
against the sides like dough,
inviting hands to knead.

I drape myself in pale splashes
of daisies. I am godess.
His growing urgency tells me
I'm pretty. I smile slightly
with lips he's kissed almost forever.

I walk to him, a ritual sashay
across the room. He's transfixed.
The flowers dance and he watches
petals sway against my sugar-baby skin.
His eyes wander to my firm, full thighs.
He wants to touch; my gaze
says not yet.

I pull off my beaded hair band
and a sultry free fall of raisin
and henna locks splay across
my broad shoulders.

He pulls me close and holds me tight.
I feel wise and blessed not ancient.
He loves me more each new gray,
each new line. Years like rings-
bind, never ending.



*This week's prompt at Sunday Scribblings is aging. I wrote this a few years ago because I wanted something that was closer to what I was experiencing in my my middle years and my belief in loving in my later years. Visit readwritepoem for 'get your poem on' and one single impression is a cool place for poetry as well. Okay, I'm really getting mileage out of this single piece today, but the truth is, it frees up time for me to blog hop and comment to your work. Hope you check out my friends.

Saturday, March 28, 2009

Little Lov'n Monday

Little Lov'n Monday is a day we celebrate the work of fellow bloggers.
Between now and Monday, post a link to work you've read or written and you think deserves a little lov'n.

Get some lov'n back. Share a link and be entered in LLM Giveaway. Deadline is April 4. My eldest will be 24, so in honor of her birthday, 2 winners will be chosen this week.


Earn 1 entry for leaving a link to a post you think we should check out. Earn:
+3 for posting our icon/link in your sidebar
+2 for leaving a comment about a post you've read
Leave a separate comment for each entry. 2 Winners will choose a prize from the list:

Kindred by Octavia E. Butler
The Secret Life of Bees by Sue Monk Kidd
Life of Pi by Yann Martel
The Meaning of Conseulo by Judith Ortiz Cofer
Hush by Jacqueline Woodson
Blue Hour by Carolyn Forche
My Sister's Keeper by Jodi Picoult

Let's have a posting marathon. Check here for a growing list of posts for good reads.
Getting to Know Willow- book promotion blog
What Does It Mean to Be A Literacy Teacher Today- (article)
Y Pulse- youth web site
Library Loving Challenge- comment & donation is made
Rita Williams-Garcia's Jumped at readergirlz
"The Nguni Cow" for Poetry Friday at Neverending Story
Sex and Violence in YA at Carrie Ryan's
Birthday of Poets- River Junction Poets

Friday, March 27, 2009

In My Mailbox & Library Loot (3)

Light week this week. I haven't ordered from paperbackswap.com lately and a book I ordered from frugalreader.com appears to be lost. The sender contacted me asking if I received it, which I sadly said no. I really wanted this book, The Rose That Grew from Concrete by Tupac Shakur. We can't seem to keep it in the library so I was really looking forward to getting this. Find more reads at Story Siren and Mailbox Monday and Library Loot.

I tried to get several books from the library, mostly books I read about at The Happy Nappy Book Seller, and my branch doesn't have them so I'm going to request they buy them. The library director is really nice and she told me that if I had requests to let her know. What I did get:

My Life As A Rhombus by Varian Johnson. Read Andromeda's review at a wrung sponge. I've been looking forward to this and my library did purchase it at my request.


North Korea Kidnapped My Daughter by Sakie Yokota. Read Steph's mailbox post and told her it sounded it interesting. She sent it to me on swap. Mrs. Yokota vividly recounts the horrifying panic when Megumi went missing and the entire ordeal of her daughter’s absence. In 2002, North Korea released five of the victims, claiming the other eight were dead; however, it refused to provide legitimate evidence to support these claims. After four years of deliberations in Japan, Sakie Yokota attended the first U.S. Congressional hearing on the abductions and asked America for help.

Shortie Like Mine by Ni-Ni Simone. Edi at Crazy Quilts sent this to me. I think our girls will check this out.

Sixteen year-old, Seven McKnight may be the thickest one in her clique, but she is fierce, fly and fabulous. She has the biggest crush on the school's star basketball player, Josiah Whitaker, who is fine as wine. The only problem is he is with her girl, Deeyah. When Deeyah plays Josiah and his worst enemy against each other, it leaves Seven thinking it is time to make her move.

Thursday, March 26, 2009

Poetry Friday

Currently, I'm reading Locomotion byJacqueline Woodson, my favorite YA author. Locomotion is a story about a young boy, Lonnie who tells his story in a book that's a poem "because poetry's short...Ms. Marcus says write it down before it leaves your brain. "

Lili

And sometimes I combed Lili's hair
braids mostly but sometimes a ponytail.
Lili would cry sometimes
the kind of crying where no tears came out.
Big faker.
I wouldn't hurt her head for a million dollars.

Some days
like today and yesterday and probably tomorrow
that's all that's on my mind
Mama and Lili.

Hair and honeysuckle talc powder.





Find more selections
here.

Splash: Making An Impression

Thanks for the Splash award, Bella.
The Rules:
1) Put the logo on your blog/post.
2) Nominate up to 9 blogs which allure, amuse, bewitch, impress or inspire you.
3) Be sure to link to your nominees within your post.
4) Let them know that they have been splashed by commenting on their blog.
5) Remember to link to the person from whom your received your Splash award.

I could nominate a whole lot more but some of my chica's aren't big on memes so I nominate:

1. Edi at Crazy Quilts- You inspire and inform me. And your support is very much appreciated.
2. Doret at The Happy Nappy Book Seller- Always impressed. You keep me informed.
3. T at Thinking Aloud- Love your writing. Respect your profession. Really glad we connected.
4. Yan at Books by Their Cover- Impressed with your reviews. Your blog is cool and you keep me informed.
5. Thao at Serene Hours- Like your writing style. Love the diversity of books. Appreciate your participation.
6. Jennifer at Jennifer's Blog- You are kind, funny and supportive. Enough said.
7. Ann at Maelstrom- You just plain rock! Solid writing. I do expect a signed copy.
8. Diana at Stop, Drop and Read-You crack me up and you're my manga connection.
9. SumthinBlue at Bookmarked- You are so well read and you write very well. It's always good when I visit your blog.

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"Clappers"

It's after War III. The US government has been re-established but there were heavy causalities; the costs to rebuild the country was beyond anything anyone could have imagined. We got it wrong telling the American people that our enemies had brown faces and funny sounding names and that they weren't anything like us. What a crock of shyte that was. Turns out the number one threat to national security is homegrown terrorism, organic domestic fanaticism. Yep, the iceburg variety in your own backyard.

Our greatest enemy are the off-spring McVeigh would have had. They sprung up like dandelions after the war. They're pissed and they're exacting their revenge big-time. Their weapon of choice, clappers, suicide bombers (hey some things don't change). A clapper usually looks like one of those kids who used to model for Banana Republic ads: blond, tanned and ridiculously thin. So much for profiling.

These days, the trappings are gone. There are no complicated schemes, no layer upon layer of strategic planning, no acquiring materials to manufacture a bomb, no orchestrating elaborate ruses to get pass security measures. And gear? That's a joke. Put on a funky, retro tee-shirt, jeans and sneakers and you're good. No bomb, no backpack. Their body is the reactive, a walking bomb with liquid nitrogen cursing through their veins, the result of six weeks worth of doses of a tasteless, odorless explosive drunk from a Dixie cup, four times a day. For six weeks, wear an extra pair of socks and don't get slapped on the back.

With directions to a designated public location, a clapper shows up for his big revival. All it takes is some old fashion, earnest church clapping and- boom! You're an instant martyr (like I said, some things don't change).

If you'd like to know the inspiration for this piece, check out Neal Shusterman's, Unwind. Clappers are his invention.

Every week at 3ww, Thom gives us three words to use. Here's putting all my YA reading to use. To read more selections go here, 3ww.

Tuesday, March 24, 2009

Tuesday Thingers

I met Wendi not long ago. She enjoy her blog so I'm following her around. For Tuesday Thingers she writes:
Questions (yes - there are a bunch - answer one or two . . . or all of them!): What is your favorite book (yes - this may be a hard one!!)? Is your favorite book listed in your LT library? If it is listed, do you have anything special in the tags or comments section? Have you looked to see if you can add any information to the Common Knowledge? AND a little off topic, do you find that your 5-starred books are consistent with your favorites, and is your favorite a 5-star rated book in your library? How have others rated your favorite book?

I'm lousy at cataloging. The best I can manage is loading my books to my shelf, rating them, sharing a review when I find the time. I haven't bothered to mark all my favorites because they change and it depends on the genre and most importantly my memory which is poor. I don't read a lot of popular titles or award winners, and I don't look to see how others rate what I've read. I do look at others' shelves for new reads but I discover more reads through interaction in the forums. I belong to Shelfari, too.

Favorite children's book is a collection of poetry by Eloise Greenfield, Honey I Love. My children each have a copy and we're all very possessive of them.

Last year I began reading Octavia E. Butler and she is high on my favorite author list. The book that impacted me the most is Kindred.

I read a lot of multicultural literature. My favorites in this genre include by Edwigde Danticat's, The Farming of Bones, Purple Hibiscus by Chamamanda Ngozi Adichie, Sold by Patricia McCormick and In The Time of the Butterflies by Julia Alvarez.

Favorite American woman writer is Barbara Kingsolver. She's just plain funny, great at dialogue and I like her characters immensely. My favorite book of hers is The Bean Trees.

Favorite poets are Sonia Sanchez, like the singing coming off the drums and Audre Lorde's Collected Works.

My favorite YA author is Jacqueline Woodson. Can't pick one. Love them all.

Weekly Geeks: Historical Fiction

This week's assignment is to discuss historical fiction. Find more here.

Is there a particular era that you love reading about? Tell us about it--give us a book list, if you'd like. Include pictures or some fun facts from that time period, maybe link to a website that focuses on that time. Educate us.

I prefer recent history say the last hundred years or so. I’ve mentioned before that I love multicultural literature and historical fiction provides one of the best ways to learn about another culture and its history. Favorite books of this type include:

In The Time of the Butterflies by Julia Alvarez. This is about the Mirabel sisters in the Dominican Republic during the Trujillo dictatorship.

The Farming of Bones by Edwidge Danticat. This is the same country, but told from the point of view of Haitian migrant workers. It looks at the relationship between the ruling class and the sugar cane and other Haitian laborers.

A Wish After Midnight
by Zetta Elliott. 15-year-old Genna is transported to 1863 Brooklyn during the Civil War and specifically the New York Draft riots.

Those Bones Are Not My Child
by Toni Cade Bambara. This is a fictional account of a mother whose child goes missing in Atlanta during the rash of real kidnappings during the 1979-81. The book is chock full of other recent history like the Vietnam War.

The Rock and The River
by Kekla Magoon. This coming-of-age story is about two brothers who make life-changing decisions during the height of Civil Rights Movement.

A member of your book group, Ashley, mentions that she almost never reads Historical Fiction because it can be so boring. It's your turn to pick the book for next month and you feel it's your duty to prove her wrong. What book do you pick?

I’d share links to all of the books above and suggest she choose.

If you're in agreement with Ashley on this one (or even if you're not): Your challenge, should you choose to accept it, is to browse through this week's WG posts, and by the end of the week, pick a book from one of the posts to read. Report on which book you picked, linking to the Weekly Geeks post where you found it.

I’ll post my choice once I get through all of the posts or one really stands out first.

Confession Tuesday

In an effort to learn more about what teens read and think, I spent roughly six weeks blog hopping at teen blogs. What did I learn? Well, I was reminded what I didn't like about high school: cliques and alienation. Now to be fair, I am a 40-something mother and my YA reading habits are vastly different from the bloggers I was visiting so why would they warm up to me? This experience reminded me there are other ways to keep up with teen reading habits (I am involved in other communities that were working before this social excursion). I was struck by the sameness: same books, same awards given to the same folks over and over, same opinions. I was depressed by the lack of diversity. I mentioned the same books but I'm referring to the lack of diversity in authors, themes, genres, bloggers themselves and opinions. I found little discussion where there was dissent or exploration of different views. To be fair, I have had some choice moments with my own daughters and have been surprised by their biases and narrow views. And I think I get why. When you're young and discovering who you are and trying to figure out what's next for you, how interested would you be in things or folks who aren't like you?

I was going to talk about applying to a poets' workshop, but I just learned the application period ended. I'm depressed and annoyed. The dates for the workshop have changed again and there's little information on their website and their blog, let's not go there. I think they can and should do a better job of promoting the program. Every year the dates are different enough that there should be more communication. ((sigh)) It seems the only folks who know what's going on are the folks who have attended in the past. Hmmm, are the alienation and clique issues shrouding me today?

Read more confessions here.

Monday, March 23, 2009

Little Lov'n Monday

Little Lov'n Monday is a day we celebrate the work of fellow bloggers.
Between now and Monday, post a link to work you've read or written and you think deserves a little lov'n.

Get some lov'n back. Share a link and be entered in LLM Giveaway. Deadline is March 27th.


Earn 1 entry for leaving a link to a post you think we should check out. Earn:
+2 for posting about this on your blog or sidebar
+1 for leaving a comment about a post you've read
+1 for following this blog
Leave a separate comment for each entry. 1 Winner will choose a prize from the list:

Airman by Eoin Colfer
Life of Pi by Yann Martel
My Sister's Keeper by Jodi Picoult
The Meaning of Conseulo by Judith Ortiz Cofer
Twilight by Stephenie Myers
Hush by Jacqueline Woodson
Blue Hour by Carolyn Forche

Let's have a posting marathon. Check here for a growing list of posts for good reads.

This is What I Wanted!- global citizen video
Absinthe Party at The Fly Honey Warehouse- blog
Take YA survey & earn chance to win $25 gc from S. Ockler
BES was interviewed-Electronic Village
"The Law" by Jonathon at WIS (poetry) this student writes very well.

Saturday, March 21, 2009

100% Honest Day

My friend, Rethabile at Poefrika asked me to participate so here we go, ask.
For Saturday, 21 March, place the Honesty badge in a post on your honest blog. By so doing, you will be inviting your honest readers to ask you an honest question each. And you swear by the skies of thunder that you will reply honestly...
The askee has two "passes" ("no comments" in bloglese).


Serving double duty. Check out Sunday Scribblings.

Friday, March 20, 2009

A Wish After Midnight

Zetta Elliott currently teaches at Mount Holyoke College. She's promoting her first YA novel, A Wish After Midnight following the successful publication of her award winning, children's book, Bird. I met Zetta at Jacketflap.com not long ago though it feels like we've been friends for years. When she told me about AWAM, I asked for a copy for our library, and asked if she'd do an interview. Zetta is a talented writer and impassioned woman who cares about her community, the arts and her work with youth.

Black-Eyed Susan: Tell our readers a little about yourself and your writing experience.

Zetta Elliott: I decided to become a writer when I was about 15 years old. I had an English teacher, Mrs. Vichert, and after reading my assignments for two years she said, “If you want to be a writer, you will be.” She said it so simply, without any doubt, that I believed her! I started my first novel that summer, I think, and it was just awful…I never finished it, but I kept on reading and mostly expressed myself in the papers I wrote for school. During my last year of college, I was introduced to Toni Morrison and Jamaica Kincaid, and their writing changed the course of my life. Once I discovered the tradition of black women writers, I knew where I belonged. I took a year off while I was in graduate school and wrote my first novel, One Eye Open, in 1999. Then I moved on to writing for children…then to playwriting…then I wrote a memoir. Occasionally I write poetry. Now I’m back to writing for children, but I also have a play underway. I have to do some academic writing for my job (I’m a professor), but I’m thinking about moving into film…

BES: In the trailer you share that you wrote AWAM because you didn't see girls like Genna in other books. Expound on this.

ZE: I read constantly as a child. My parents were divorced, things at home weren’t great, and my mother basically was either at work or immersed in a book. So I followed her lead. Because Canada (where I’m from) is a former British colony, I read a lot of British literature—as a teen I read Charles Dickens, the Bronte sisters, Jane Austen, George Eliot. And even before then, I read novels by Frances Hodgson Burnett—A Little Princess, The Secret Garden, Little Lord Fauntleroy, etc. So my imagination was definitely steeped in that Victorian storytelling tradition, plus I loved the King Arthur legends—I remember writing my senior thesis in high school on The Mists of Avalon. Basically, I wanted to disappear, and the best way to do that was to read a book full of people who were nothing like me. The trouble is, after a while you start to reproduce that invisibility when telling your own stories. It becomes difficult to dream about amazing things happening to people who look like you! So I consciously began to work against that. I wanted children to know that magical things could happen to them even if they didn’t live in a castle somewhere in England—magical things can happen to anyone anywhere. I live near the Brooklyn Botanic Garden, and there’s a massive tree there that I included in the trailer; when I was young, I read a book about two white kids who went to a park after a storm and found an old tree that had been split in two by lightening—Merlin was inside! That image has stayed with me a long time…and so when I look at the world of the city, I see possibilities that I first dreamt about as a child.

BES: Those of us who are Octavia E. Butler fans make an immediate connection with the time travel device and specifically Genna returning to the South during the Civil War. Did you have any concern that these connections would unduly impact these readers' expectations and standards?

ZE: I knew I couldn’t write anything as good as Kindred, but I loved that book so much that it became the model for AWAM. Butler sends Dana back to the antebellum period, and my character, Genna, returns to the city of Brooklyn long after slavery has been abolished in New York State. She’s legally free, but I wanted to contrast the 19th and 21st centuries in order to complicate the notion of FREEDOM and PROGRESS. I wrote AWAM before President Obama was elected, but I still urge my students to consider how that milestone actually transforms race relations in this country. What has actually changed between the races? Butler was interested in exposing just what it took to make a slave. Dana thinks she’s sophisticated, independent—a “liberated woman.” But she’s reduced to someone vulnerable and desperate when she goes back in time. I wanted my character to be tested in a similar way. Genna fights against her mother’s hatred of whites, and those who would reduce her to “just another girl on the block.” She has dreams, plans, ambition, yet she yearns to belong somewhere, to be valued and admired. Her return to the 19th century reveals just how strong Genna really is, and how she’s able to build community by reaching out to those around her. She wanted to escape her difficult life in Brooklyn 2001, but her return to the past makes her question the very idea of “escape”—how DO you become free? By letting go, or holding on? Is it harder to start over in a new place, or to stay put and work for change?

BES: I was struck by the date Genna returns home. This girl just can't get a break. Why September 10, 2001?

ZE: Well, again—I’m trying to interrogate the idea of progress. She left one era and returned to her own only to find NYC shaken by terror once more. If we don’t learn from the past, we’re destined to repeat it, and a lot of Americans unfortunately seem to believe that history began on 9/11. It didn’t—history took a sharp turn that day, but Americans have dealt with terrorism for hundreds of years. Domestic terrorism. I begin AWAM with the execution of Timothy McVeigh; Genna understands that when people are unhappy, they sometimes act out violently. For her, terrorism isn’t about race as much as it’s about rage and powerlessness. In the NYC Draft Riots, white mobs murder and assault blacks AND whites. And there were many brave whites who stood up to the mobs in order to help the victims of the violence. But after 9/11, terrorism became linked to race—a terrorist was represented as someone brown-skinned, a Muslim, a “foreigner.” There was this single narrow profile, and people forgot all about the KKK and lynch mobs and race riots. Many Americans could only see themselves as victims, which is understandable after such a traumatic event. But there’s history that extends before 9/11, and I wanted to give Genna a chance to apply what she learned in 1863.

BES: Let's talk about Judah. While Genna is unhappy about a lot of things in her life, she does meet someone who accepts her for who she is. Judah helps Genna to take another look at herself. She starts asking more questions about the world and how she fits in it. Physically, she embraces her beauty and stops comparing herself to others. This was in part because of Judah. Having someone accept you for who you are is powerful. Like Genna, Judah is different. He has his own ideas and goals. Can you talk about the contrast between Judah and Genna. What does he represent in this novel?

ZE: I’ve actually been surprised by the number of people who read the novel and tell me they prefer Paul to Judah! But I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised, really, since I deliberately made Judah flawed and difficult to embrace at times. He does show Genna her own beauty, but it’s in keeping with HIS particular aesthetic…in a way, Judah feels he’s revealing Genna to herself and to the world, but he’s also trying to shape her. Unconditional love is extremely hard to come by, and in any relationship, it’s a challenge trying to negotiate difference. Judah doesn’t identify as American; that’s an important difference, and one that threatens to drive a wedge between them in the 19th and 21st centuries. He isn’t bound to Brooklyn, or the US; he’s an immigrant and a practicing Rastafarian, and so he believes his destiny is to return to Africa. Genna wants to be hybrid, she doesn’t want to have to choose between one future or identity over another. But she also loves Judah and wants to stay with him. Everyone in a loving relationship has to ask himself or herself: how much am I willing to give up in order to be with this person? Paul serves as an alternative for Genna; he admires her feisty spirit, and enjoys engaging her in debate even when they have differing viewpoints. I was once in a relationship with a man who identified as “Afrikan-centered,” and every time I questioned his values or practices, he’d shut down the conversation by saying, “Well, you wouldn’t understand: you’re not Afrikan-centered.” I lost so much respect for him, and yet still felt he was a good person—and he was still attractive in other ways. Judah is like that man in some ways—clinging to beliefs out of fear, refusing to even consider other ways of thinking. Genna is bound to Judah not only by love, but by their shared experience going back in time. Yet because they were separated during the journey, they’ve lost a chunk of time in which both characters suffered deeply. I think Genna feels she owes something to Judah, and that’s dangerous. Can a teenage girl follow her heart and her dreams if she binds herself to another person? Again—how does one become truly FREE?

BES: What's in store for Judah and Genna?

ZE: Judah’s Tale, the sequel to AWAM, fills us in on the horrific experience Judah had upon reaching Brooklyn circa 1863. He was captured by blackbirders and sold back into slavery—shipped to the deep South, and sold to a slave breaker after running away from his first owner. As Judah confesses in AWAM, he had to kill a man in order to secure his own freedom, and that act haunts him as he tries to build a future in the past. He’s still determined to get to Africa, and when he loses Genna at the end of AWAM, there’s even less to keep him in Brooklyn. So the sequel is about Genna’s quest to get back to Judah, her efforts to find magic—a portal between the two worlds. Judah meanwhile is living in Weeksville, connecting with the local Native Americans and with blacks who believe their future lies in Liberia. Will Judah wait for Genna? Will she find her way back to him? All that’s yet to be determined! I expect to finish the sequel this summer, so it should be available by September.

BES: I want to give our readers a chance to ask you some questions, plus we have part 2 tomorrow, but before I let you go, one last question. Let’s talk about your writing process. What are some of the principles or ideas that guide your work? Do you have any writing rituals?

ZE: I don’t have any rituals, and I don’t have a writing routine. I write all the time—first thing every morning I’m on the computer, sending emails, blogging—so I’m always working with words. But I tend to write in spurts, so a lot of the time in between is spent dreaming. Then, when the story’s ready to emerge, everything else stops and I focus only on getting the ideas and characters onto the page. I started a new story recently, and in two days wrote about 12 pages. Then I stopped. I wanted to keep writing, but the urgency was gone, so I stopped. But you have to trust that you’ll go back to work when you’re ready. It had been months since I wrote any new fiction, so I was thrilled to be “back in the saddle” again.

BES: Thanks, Zetta. Looking forward to hearing from our readers.
Readers, ask Zetta about AWAM or any other question you'd like her to answer. Each question or comment earns you an entry for a signed copy of A Wish After Midnight. 3 winners will be randomly drawn after March 25th. Read Part 2 of our interview at Color Online, Saturday.

*Part 2 is live.

Poetry Friday

my love is the sun
and you are the a blue lotus
turning towards me



from A Wish After Midnight by Zetta Elliott
Read an interview with the author here.
Read more Poetry Friday selections go here.

In My Mailbox (8)

I didn't get anything on trade or from the library this week and still I had a great week thanks to my friends who generously sent donations for our library. And my friends are readers, writers and educators so I got a really cool stash! To see more, visit The Story Siren. I'm joined Mailbox Monday, too.

From Zetta:

Pemba's Song by Marilyn Nelson and Tonya Hegiman. I know Ms. Nelson's poetry and her sonnets are amazing. I'm looking forward to this spin on paranormal fiction. Pemba knows she's not crazy. But who is that looking out at her through her mirror's eye? And why is the apparition calling her "friend"? Her real friends are back home in Brooklyn.

The Astonishing Life of Octavian Nothing by M.T. Anderson. In this fascinating and eye-opening Revolution-era novel, Octavian, a black youth raised in a Boston household of radical philosophers, is given an excellent classical education. He and his mother, an African princess, are kept isolated on the estate, and only as he grows older does he realize that while he is well dressed and well fed, he is indeed a captive being used by his guardians as part of an experiment to determine the intellectual acuity of Africans

Life of Pi by by Yann Martel and The Kite Runner by by Khaled Hosseini. Both of these have been in my tbr forever. One day. I did read A Thousand Splendid Suns. Loved it.

From Sweet Afton:

Parable of the Sower by Octavia E. Butler. Incredible. Read both Parables. POS will evoke a lot of emotion. Be prepared not to read anything for a few days after this. hopeful tale set in a dystopian future United States of walled cities, disease, fires, and madness. Lauren Olamina is an 18-year-old woman with hyperempathy syndrome--if she sees another in pain, she feels their pain as acutely as if it were real.

Symptomatic by Danzy Senna. A young biracial woman's postcollege year in New York proves psychologically challenging in Senna's muddled second novel. The unnamed narrator has landed a prestigious fellowship and a job as a reporter at a big New York magazine, not to mention a "strange lovely" new boyfriend who moves her into his apartment faster than she can say "nice place.

The Darkest Child by Delores Phillips.Phillips's searing debut reveals the poverty, injustices and cruelties that one black family suffers—some of this at the hands of its matriarch—in a 1958 backwater Georgia town. Thirteen-year-old Tangy Mae Quinn loves her mother, Rozelle, but knows there's "something wrong" with her—which, as it soon becomes clear, is an extreme understatement.

Carlene Brice sent us a copy of her book, Orange, Mint and Honey. We're hoping to do an interview soon. African-American Shay Dixon, a burnt-out grad student, has a visitation/fantasy/fever dream featuring Nina Simone, the high priestess of soul, who counsels Shay to go home. To do that, she must face Nona, the drunken failure of a mother she's not spoken to in seven years and blames for a harrowing childhood that left her emotionally scarred.

Thursday, March 19, 2009

3WW & TOP

Rite of Passage

When she sucks her teeth and rolls her eyes,
I weigh my options: give in to that ubiquitious
urge and snatch her up by her whirling dervish neck
or bear down, refocus and restrain that natural
desire to curse her and the universe for the burden
of having given birth.


Submitting this for both 3WW and TOP.

Book Review

After Tupac & D Foster
Jacqueline Woodson
Putnam Young Adult
2008


A generation of young people grew up under the mystique of Tupac Shakur. Shakur represented hope, vision and pride for fans spanning across age groups. For many kids, Tupac made them feel like somebody and that their lives mattered in a way no school or slogans could. His influence culturally and musically is integral to the story. I don’t know how another reviewer misses that. True, Tupac’s lyrics are not front and center, but choice lines are significant and more importantly, Tupac’s music and life is the connecting thread; it is the anchor on which D negotiates and focuses on where she is going. If you want to begin to understand why Tupac held the almost Godlike status, pay close attention to D. If you’re ignorant about Hip Hop and rap of Tupac’s generation, here’s an opening.

And the sub-plots are equally compelling. Neeka’s brother isn’t just jailed for a crime he doesn’t commit, but he is victimized because he is gay. And this gay man, is compassionate, talented, mentally balanced and a great role model. He cares about his family and making sure he isn’t a victim again. He won’t be in jail again. D isn’t just in a foster home, she has spent most of her life in is a series of foster homes, has never known her father and longs for her mother who struggles with alcohol.

This coming-of-age story isn’t just about three girls who could be any girls. It is relevant that they are African-American. Woodson never creates stock characters. And if you've read her other works, you know her characters cross class, economic, and a variety of family units. Each girl has experiences and views distinctively different. It is relevant that Woodson examines a variety of social and personal issues through relationships in a way that is intimate and endears the reader to the characters of the story.

Woodson writes with clarity and subtly in this genre of realistic fiction in a manner that commands our admiration and respect. She is a gifted writer who tackles complex topics with a style that challenges, inspires, informs and educates.

Wednesday, March 18, 2009

A Wish After Midnight Contest & Interview



Many of you may remember me promoting Zetta Elliott's book, A Wish After Midnight. Well, it's now available at Amazon! Buy one and win one by linking to this announcement about my upcoming interview with Zetta later this week. Link to this promotion, and your name will be entered in a drawing to win a signed copy. Come back and read the interview, and leave a question or comment, and you'll earn a second chance to win. Help me get this incredible read into the hands of young people, old people, educators and on library shelves and in classrooms. Enjoy the video and check out Edi's review at Crazy Quilts.

Interview will post Friday, March 20th.

Post your link here in the comment section. To be eligible to win, you must provide me with contact information. You can write me privately if you don't want your addy posted here. Contest for US residents only. 3 winners will be randomly chosen from entries here and Color Online. Deadline for entries is March 25th.

Celebrating Women's History Month

February 12, 1963
Columbus, Ohio
Prolific Writer of 22 titles for children and young adults.

There are times when I'm thinking the stuff I'm thinking and writing the stuff I'm writing, and then something happens in the world and I'm like “jeez, why even bother” --- there was something about his [Tupac's] work that made me respect and value my own work in the world even more.

Jacqueline Woodson
Interview

Tuesday, March 17, 2009

Confession Tuesday

So my assistant and I cataloged and shelved new books. Yay! Then I spoke with my coordinator about any progress getting staff to support the library and for the agency to draft a policy regarding missing books. Nope. Nada. Not a priority. I saw a few girls before leaving and asked them if they had their books to return and they nonchalantly said, "Oh, well it's on my dresser" and "I was suppose to bring it but I forgot."

I feel like I am banging my head against a wall. Worse, I feel defeated. I'm not doing enough. What am I doing wrong? Why can't I get the message across that the library matters, that reading matters?

It seems everybody else gets us except the community I'm trying to serve. And let's not forget the dose of guilt. Because I work midnights and have limited transportation, I'm not at agency like I was when I started which amounted to practically living there. The truth is even when I was there all the time the resistance was about the same. ((sigh))

The upside is I do have a good rapport with the residents in the shelter. My assistant organizes movie night on Sundays, and some girls will return books then and ask to check out new ones. And my current assistant is a wonderful young woman who reads and enjoys the library.

I want more. I want to be effective. I want to make a difference. Okay, I'll get off the pity pot. I do have some hope that some of you here are reading new authors because of BES and Color Online. I do believe some teacher or student is talking about a book they've read about here so that has to be enough for now. Until I hit the lottery and form my own nonprofit and run programs like I want!

Check out my girls at Poet Mom.

Saturday, March 14, 2009

Little Lov'n Monday

Little Lov'n Monday is a day we celebrate the work of fellow bloggers.
Between now and Monday, post a link to work you've read or written and you think deserves a little lov'n.

Get some lov'n back. Share a link and be entered in LLM Giveaway. Deadline is March 19th.


Earn 1 entry for leaving a link to a post you think we should check out. Earn:
+2 for posting about this on your blog or sidebar
+1 for leaving a comment about a post you've read
+1 for following this blog
Leave a separate comment for each entry. 1 Winner will choose a prize from the list:

My Sister's Keeper by Jodi Picoult
The Meaning of Conseulo by Judith Ortiz Cofer
The Giver by Lois Lowry
Silent to the bone by E.L. Konigsburg
Twilight by Stephenie Myers
Hush by Jacqueline Woodson
Blue Hour by Carolyn Forche

Let's have a posting marathon. Check here for a growing list of posts for good reads.

New Energy Needed at The Cloud Messenger- (article)
Jeanine Garsee Book Contest
"January 1986"-at Amputated Moon (poetry)
"What I Believe" - for Poetry Friday at A Year of Reading
"Counter Angel" at Surface Tension (short story)
ouroboros review- online poetry e-zine
Letta Neely at Griot Girl (poetry)
spring haiku at a wrung sponge

Teen Book Drop



Support this worthy cause. And check out the 5 week long contests hosted by readergrlz.

In My Mailbox & Library Loot (10)

I'm combining my entries for Library Loot and In My Mailbox. I've had a very good week. See my sidebar for my recent reads. Some of the books I've listed I've read, others I'm looking forward to reading.
From the library:
Who By Fire by Diana Spechler. Picked this up after reading Jen Reichert's review at Lenore's. Stay tuned for an author interview here.

The Kayla Chronicles by Sherri Winston. See Happy Nappy's full review.
...is a young feminist who dreams of becoming a journalist.
In middle school Kayla created the Speak club (Sisters Providing Encouragement And Kindness. Now its the summer before high school and Rosalie's, the best friend convinces Kayla to try out for the Lady Lions, the schools dance team. Rosalie is convinced the Lady Lions are prejudiced against flat chested girls
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In My Mailbox:

GoldenGirl by Micol Ostow. Won this in a contest hosted by Shalonda. Happy to add this to our library.

Feathers by Jacqueline Woodson. Looking forward to this. I'm on a mission to read every book written by Ms. Woodson.
Set in 1971, Woodson's novel skillfully weaves in the music and events surrounding the rising opposition to the Vietnam War, giving this gentle, timeless story depth. She raises important questions about God, racial segregation and issues surrounding the hearing-impaired with a light and thoughtful touch.

First Part Last by Angela Johnson. Read this. Glad to have this. I am a fan of Ms. Johnson's work and this is among our popular check-outs.
...this gem of a novel tells the story of a young father struggling to raise an infant. Bobby, 16, is a sensitive and intelligent narrator. His parents are supportive but refuse to take over the child-care duties, so he struggles to balance parenting, school, and friends who don't comprehend his new role.

Kindred by Octavia Butler. Incredible, poignant novel. Highly recommend this. Got this on trade. As a twentieth-century African-American woman trying to endure the brutalities of nineteenth-century slavery, Dana answers the question, "See how easily slaves are made?" For Dana, to choose to preserve an institution, to save a life, and nurture victimization is to choose to survive.

Women Across Cultures: A Global Perspective by Shawn Meghan Burn and Shawn Meghan Burn. Got this on trade. Will be added to our women's studies section.

Michelle Obama: Meet the First Lady by David Bergen Brophy. Won this in a contest hosted by Shady Glade. Thrilled to have it for our library.

Seven Black Plays: The Theodore Ward Prize for African American Playwriting. This was a gift from a donor. Among the playwrights is the late August Wilson, one of our greatest playwrights. I've seen and read his plays.

Almost a Woman by Esmeralda Santiago. Will be added to our Prize Bucket. This sequel to the story of Santiago's childhood (When I Was Puerto Rican) covers her life as an adolescent and young woman when she lived in Brooklyn, New York, with her mother (Mami) and 10 siblings during the 1960s. Puerto Rican immigrants, the family suffered through periods of poverty exemplified by the author's trips to the welfare office with Mami, where she translated her mother's Spanish so that they could obtain benefits. Santiago's good humor, zest for life and fighting spirit permeate her chronicle and moderate the impact of the hard times she describes.

Friday, March 13, 2009

WG: Celebrating Women's History Month

September 9, 1934
Birmingham, Alabama
poet, writer, activist

"Let there be everywhere our voices, our eyes, our thoughts, our love, our action, breathing hope and victory."
~Sonia Sanchez

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I have thoroughly enjoyed sharing quotes this week with you in honor of Women's History Month. Hope you read something to keep in your hearts.

Poetry Friday

Red pomegranate, juicy
swollen with seeds and memories
falls with the moon
into the hands of naked children


Tahar Ben Jellou
Translated by Nadia Benabid
from the flag of childhood: poems from the middle east selected by Naomi Shihab Nye

Find more poems here.

Thursday, March 12, 2009

WG: Celebrating Women's History Month

January 19, 1969
Port-au-Prince, Haiti
writer


I wanted to raise the voice of a lot of the people that I knew growing up, and this was, for the most part, poor people who had extraordinary dreams but also very amazing obstacles. ~Edwidge Danticat

Wednesday, March 11, 2009

Book Review

The Skin Between Us
Kym Regusa
memoir
224 pages
W.W. Norton




This memoir is like a good Italian meal. The passages are replete with flavors and textures that make you want to linger. Ms. Regusa is the daughter of an African American mother and an Italian American father. She is a visual artist whose childhood filled with books and museums deftly affect her ability to tell her tale. I found myself slowing down to take in passages; I wanted to savor them. A photographer and filmmaker, Ms. Regusa's rendering is a combination of watching a documentary and feeling full from partaking in an extended meal. This is not a feel-good book. The tension, anger, abandonment, and racism addressed here is tangible. Still there is enough of the poetic and hopeful to keep the reader going.

While this review is short, I hope you can sense how satisfying this read is. I read this last year and even now, I feel full and content.

WG: Celebrating Women's History Month

January 13, 1940
Binghampton, New York
activist, peace advocate, political columnist

As you open up and out to the world, as you grow in awareness and empathy for human beings in nations near and far, you may see more acutely, or perhaps anew, the condition of those in your own backyard. This revelation, no matter how great or small, should not be an end in itself. It should…serve as a catalyst to your becoming an agent of change. It should bring to your remembrance the second part of the slogan from the Women’s Conference in Nairobi: the imperative to ‘act locally.’
~Frances Beal

Double Jeopardy

Tuesday, March 10, 2009

Confession Tuesday & WG

Women's History Month is a big deal to me so is feminism. Some of my sisterfriends don't like the labels feminist or black. I do. These words connote different things so if you embrace the labels, the onus is on you to define them and to demonstrate what they mean. Don't let others define you.

"One of the sad commentaries on the way women are viewed in our society is that we have to fit one category. I have never felt that I had to be in one category." ~Faye Wattleton

Why I want you to see me, a black woman.

Black isn't a marker just to identify my race. It more importantly speaks to my culture and experiences. Over the years I've been told by well-meaning folk that they don't see my color. Sorry, but that isn't a compliment. The remark suggests that you need to see me like you in order to accept me rather than being able to see me not like you and still embrace me. Does age, gender, accent or culture never register? Depending on context and level, they all do so let's not pull out race in an effort to be politically correct and instead let's acknowledge it and keep it in perspective.

I am a woman and I write from that experience. I am a Black woman and I write from that experience. I do not feel inhibited or bound by what I am. That does not mean that I have not had bad scenes related to being Black and/or a woman; it means that other people's craziness has not managed to make me crazy.
~Lucille Clifton

Sandra Cisneros said in an interview that in college she felt isolated, that no one was interested in what she had to say. She said her experiences as a Hispanic woman were very different from the lives of her college peers. She said when she acknowledged the differences to herself, when she embraced how she was unique, she found her voice. This is why race and culture matter to people of color. This is why we want you to hear our stories and to see us in living color. It's all good acknowledging how we are the same. Is there any reason we can't celebrate how we differ?

Lastly, I'm not big on what people say. Frankly, damn what you sayin', tell me how you livin'. If you're a feminist, what are you doing to support the cause for human rights for all? This is how I define feminism. I don't want to secure only my rights and freedoms but everyone's. As a feminist, I believe in speaking your truth and not apologizing for it. As a black feminist, I'm not waiting for anyone to acknowledge my presence or to celebrate who I am. I do it 365 days a year and I invite you to join me at my party. I'm a black woman and I like the sound of my voice. I hope you do, too.

Peace,
Susan

* Black-Eyed Susans: a collection of stories by black women. I searched in vain for the original cover art. It is superior. Posted for WG and Confession Tuesday.

Monday, March 9, 2009

WG: Celebrating Women's History Month

February 18, 1934-November 17, 1992
New York, New York
poet, feminist, novelist, essayist

When I dare to be powerful - to use my strength in the service of my vision, then it becomes less and less important whether I am afraid.
~Audre Lorde


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International Women's Day

Check out Jessica Yee's All I want for International Women's Day article.

IWD is like Christmas time for me. Although I'm certainly not religious, I definitely enjoy the gathering of folks, the general merriness in the air, and the giving and receiving of presents (big or small!)

IWD is like that too. I look forward to it every year, and like any loyal family member, try to make it out to as many events as possible with something in hand to contribute. I walk away in an attempt to not indulge too much, and deal with the never-ending frustrations of the many differing perspectives on how this day should be celebrated.

So as the good ole tune goes, in my original remix, all I want for International

Sunday, March 8, 2009

WG: Celebrating Women's History Month

June 19, 1945
Ragoon, Burma now Yangon Myamar


Concepts such as truth, justice, and compassion cannot be dismissed as trite when these are often the only bulwarks which stand against ruthless power.

~ Aung San Suu Kyi



Couldn't pass up this meme at Weekly Geeks: A Quote a Day.
Find more reads here.

Listen up this is important. This week's theme at Sunday Scribblings.

Saturday, March 7, 2009

Wow!

"This blog invests and believes in the PROXIMITY-nearness in space, time and relationships. These blogs are exceedingly charming. These kind bloggers aim to find and be friends. They are not interested in prizes or self-aggrandizement! Our hope is that when the ribbons of these prizes are cut, even more friendships are propagated. Please give more attention to these writers! Deliver this award to eight bloggers who must choose eight more and include this clever-written text into the body of their award."

Wow! My first award. Thanks Bella. 8 wasn't enough.

1. KB at The Brain Lair
2. Ali at Diversity Rocks!
3. Cloudscome at a wrung sponge
4. Doret at The Happy Nappy Bookseller
5. Ruth & Stacey at Two Writing Teachers
6. Alessandra at Out of The Blue
7. Eva at A Striped Armchair
8. Mother Henna