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Finding & Creating Beauty in Unlikely Places

Month: May 2015

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Surviving adolescence, facing quarterlife, and finding oneself are all cornerstones of this story that is-at its heart-about families. The ones we create, that we hold as dear as our own blood kin, and the ones that (no matter how flawed) are a part of our identity.

Alice is thrust into adulthood after a horrifying ordeal threatens to destroy her already fragile family. She wanders amongst a labyrinth of people- a best friend whose mom is a sex therapist, a boy entrapped in an underground cult, a mother hiding a terrible secret-and experiences, strewn across her path, leading towards the life that she longs to reclaim. Along her journey, Alice must fight to overcome the ghosts of her adolescence, reconcile her family’s monstrous dysfunction, and, ultimately, make peace with herself. Her truest test comes when she must help to rescue her younger sister, Helen, from a self-destruction too much like her own.



The heart of you
has eyes that
See right through me
Right thick into the core
Of me
where the black
and the
Lie in wait, silent, patient
Always awake
He watches reverently
For when my hand may
Slip the gate
To ease through
Soft as a caress
And pour out a volcanic sea
of red
Blood and Anguish
and all that I can
Never take back.

[Thanks Anne Sexton and all those angsty months of my twenty-somethings that I spent reading you.]

Which Table Did You Sit At?

My students are currently working on a multi-cultural project, and one of the essays that they’re reading has to do with segregation at the school lunch table. Not just segregation between races, but between all of those ubiquitous clique- clichés: the jocks, the metal heads, the nerds (The Breakfast Club lives on) etc.

I thought back to my own high school experience, wondering if I would still choose to sit at the same “table” today. But the interesting thing about my high school (which was a home-school setting for grades 9-10, a private school setting for grades 11-12) table was that, ironically, there wasn’t much of a choice. It was either me, my mom and two brothers conversing about our day before facing the dreaded Becca Math books in the afternoon or, later, it was me and my eighteen (yes, that was our entire class of ’99) fellow classmates sandwiched in at the only class table in the cafeteria.

Despite the laughable Saved By The Bell setting of my high school, I like the fact that it forced me to interact with people who I wouldn’t necessarily have hung out with if given a choice. If it would have been up to me, I would have surrounded myself with the type of kids that I gravitated towards during my last stint at public school, mostly artists and would-be 90’s hippies who listened to Nirvana and wore lots of tie-dye and sunflower babydoll dresses. But they were nowhere to be found, and my private school cafeteria table forced me to hang with the sporty kids, the goof-offs, the uber-conservative, straight-A kids. I think the experience contributed to what makes me a good teacher. I’d like to think that I’m able to see past the stereotypes that are so persuasive in life and truly appreciate the individual for who he/she is. It was good to be thrust from that comfort zone early in life; it made the road ahead a bit less bumpy.

So…what table were you at? If given the choice, would you still sit there today?

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