Words from the Heart

Thanks to Linda for letting me visit today. Since her blog is about the good things in life, I thought I’d talk a little bit about love stories.    I’m not a true romance author. I write suspense and thrillers, but I love to have a good romance in the book as well, even if it comes second to the main plot. In my debut novel, INTO THE DARK, my heroine Emilie hasn’t had a bit of luck in the romance department, and she’s not looking to change that. But when she’s held hostage and ultimately stalked, she winds up falling for the hostage negotiator who helped to save her. Of course Nathan has his own issues, and because their budding romance is driven by the main plot, the love story develops on a slow burn.   And I wouldn’t have it any other way, because the best part about falling in love is the dance in the beginning. Don’t get me wrong–I’ve been happily married over 13 years and we still have an amazing time together–but I have a lot of special memori...

Angel of Grief (Photo credit: eklektik2xs ) I have spent the last two days trying to wrap my head around the horrific tragedy that took place, not more than 200 miles from our home.  As a writer, I felt called to write something...but nothing came. As a mother and grandmother, I felt called to say something...but nothing came.  As a seminarian, I felt called to do something...and, when the moment came, I did what felt best. I hugged those closest to me; I told those, who I could not hug, that they were loved; and I sat down to share this on my blog. Someone said to me, yesterday, that the world has become crazier.  I responded, after a brief pause with, "No it hasn't, we just hear about the craziness quicker and more often, now.  The world has always been this crazy."  Think about it...50 years ago, we had to wait at least 24 hours to hear about a major event happening in the US, it took even longer if the event was somewhere overseas.  Today, not onl...

Burma Poetry Protest (Photo credit: englishpen ) Over the past month, I have been writing poems to prompts on Poetic Asides.  I realized half way through the month, that some of the poems were speaking of things that I have been holding deep inside.  I guess you could say they are my protest poems. Funny, it wasn't until I read them back that I realized I had several that really hit on issues in education that have been bothering me for a long time.  This, of course, is the beauty of poetry!  Poetry is a means to teach, to heal, to romance, to instruct, to relate and to protest.  In fact, some of the greatest poems are poems of protest - some made into songs or some immortalized in great documents. For example:  Declaration of Independence  by Thomas Jefferson [1743-1826]  We hold these truths to be self-evident:  that all men are created equal,  that they are endowed by their Creator  with certain inalienable r...

My "corner office" where all the creating happens! Wow!  Can't believe there is less than a week to the Poem a Day Challenge.  I have managed to keep the poems flowing, in spite of grading papers, preparing finals and enjoying my new grandchild. As I indicated in an earlier post , I am trying to keep with the theme of teaching English as a second language. This has not always been as easy as it might seem, especially if you are writing to prompts, which I have been doing.  However, I am pleased with what I have been inspired to create. The following are a couple of favorite poems.  Enjoy! (The prompt for these poems was to write a letter poem and a recipe poem - you can see the challenge, I am sure! All poems © 2012 LMN) DEAR TEACHER Thank you for teaching me to think about the words that I learn so that I can use them like money at the store of Life. LITERACY DU JOUR Begin with a student eager to learn; add in a teacher with resources ga...

Today, I have the honor of an interview with a woman, whom I admire greatly, Madeline Sharples. In the face of unspeakable tragedy, Madeline has found a way to help others. Her gift to the world is the ability to expess herself in ways that touch the hearts and minds of others.  Madeline's new book, Leaving the Hall Light On: A Mother's Memoir of Living with Her Son's Bipolar Disorder and Surviving His Suicide charts the near-destruction of one middle-class family, whose son committed suicide after a seven-year struggle with bipolar disorder. Madeline, an author, poet and web journalist, goes deep into her own well of grief to describe her anger, frustration and guilt. She describes many attempts -- some successful, some not -- to have her son committed to hospital and to keep him on his medication. The book also charts her and her family's redemption, how she considered suicide herself, and ultimately, her decision live and take care of herself as a woman, wife,...

There are some things in life that are pure poetry - without the words.  Holding my wee grandson, who was born 5 weeks early was one such moment.   As I greeting this tiny little miracle, the first child of my youngest daughter, he smiled.  He continued to smile as I sang to him.  Needless to say, I was in heaven! In celebration, a wee poem (haiku): Like the winter winds that blow early in the fall, the wee boy arrives    Namasté!

DSC03082 - full moon (Photo credit: RaeAllen ) The muse is working overtime during this Poem-a-Day challenge!  I have not only written one poem for the last two days, but other poems have come as well!  The "matches" prompt sent the following poem late last night.   LITTLE MATCH GIRL   She had fanned the flames -  with each strike - some warmth  took the chill from her soul  She had fanned the flames,  holding the light close,  believing that it could last  She had fanned the flames -  until one last match  burned itself out with a sigh  She had fanned the flames -  but this love had died,  long ago, in the cold of night     © 2012 LMRN  Today, the prompt was one of my favorite topics to write about - the full moon!  You can read my first attempt written early this morning on the Poetic Asides site.  Here is the poem that came to me as I drove to teach cl...

Words Cloud 02/01-08/02 2009 (Photo credit: GRwitters ) Words! - They have the power to do amazing things.   Today is the first day of the month, which means it is the beginning of the Poem-a-Day challenge hosted by Robert Lee Brewer at Poetic Asides .  In addition, it is the first day of the fundraiser for the Center for New Americans - 30 Poems in November .  Therefore, today is the beginning of a month-long celebration of words! What a wonderful combination - poetry to promote literacy - prompts from a great literary magazine - the promise of funding by people who believe in the importance of both literacy and art! One thing that is different this time round, is that instead of Robert Lee Brewer giving the prompts, he has invited the poets who take the challenge to share prompts with each other.  He will post the prompt each day in November.  Today's prompt was from writer, Mariya Koleva .  What a wonderful way to begin this challenge - a gr...

English: This is a high-resolution image of the United States Declaration of Independence (article (Photo credit: Wikipedia ) Teaching English as a second language to immigrants and refugees is an eye-opening experience.  First, there is the exchange of ideas, beliefs, customs, etc. that can't help but happen when one is teaching someone of another culture.  Then, there are the stories of hope that pull at your heart-strings, shared in between grammar lessons or during a practice conversation.  One of the greatest hopes of many of my students is to become a U.S. citizen.  To these amazing people, it is the ultimate dream.   As the great grandchild of immigrants, this dream is not so far from my personal experience not to understand the great passion and drive people have towards reaching it.  Therefore, I jump at the chance to teach my students what they need to become citizens.  One of the questions for citizenship in the U.S. is, "What are...

  Autumn in New England There is no place like New England in the autumn.  Poets and writers have captured the essence of the beauty in poems, essays and songs.  Indeed, many of my favorite poems are those written about the woods, trees, flora and fauna of New England. This weekend, I had the delight to go on a road trip up into the hill country of Western Massachusetts with my cousins.  We had a wonderful time discovering covered bridges, waterfalls and great landscapes, all of which will inspire future writings, I am sure. As we walked around the woods, I kept thinking of all the Robert Frost poems that speak of these hills.  I remembered how Thoreau loved them and how Emily Dickinson captured them in her lilting lyrics.  As the wind blew, causing leaves to rain down upon us, I recalled the song, Autumn Leaves.    I guess it is true, what I have been told so many times.  I am a romantic.  I love the sound of babbling ...