Preparing for the launch of Finn's Travels, Book 2: Finn's Car is lined up for the green flag coinciding with the Grand Prix of Palm Beach, an international go-kart racing event on November 3-4. I've ordered banners and giveaway stickers from Vistaprint. I hope you'll join me for a fabulous event in downtown West Palm Beach on a street course overlooking the new yacht harbor.
For six weeks, my students at the Mandel City Library in West Palm Beach described and drew the 2012 Summer Games. Kids imagined how the torch could travel from Greece to London then created their own torches lit by reading lights. After sightseeing in London, they wrote and illustrated postcards.
We wrote stories about meeting the athletes and a collaborative poem honoring competitors in the Paralympic games. To read the children's stories and see their artwork, visit Blue Planet's ezine, Click.
The library was closed on Mondays. Damn. I’d planned to spend an hour writing and researching until it was time to pick up the kids. Not enough time to go home and back, I drove away and spotted a church with a shady parking lot. With lowered car windows, I worked for a few minutes in the humid summer heat when an angel’s voice reached my ears, singing, "Oh, beautiful, for spacious skies—" A mass must be starting. I’d missed church yesterday, God was clearly calling me inside where it would be dark and cool.
I found a place in an empty back pew where I admired the soaring columns meant to lift eyes heavenward. Years ago I’d attended the Christmas concert of a friend with whom I’d lost contact. A friend who had subsequently been diagnosed with cancer. I wondered how she was. I closed my eyes and prayed.
The priest read a bible passage, Jesus wept at Lazurus’ grave. I noticed in a pew in front of me, spaced like a squadron in formation, a row of men wearing Vietnam Vets motorcycle vests. As I pondered this, I finally noticed at the front of the church near the altar a draped coffin.
Another hymn. We rose. The father began to recount the life of Ronald, passed beyond at age seventy-eight, survived by his wife Flavia, three daughters, numerous grand and great-grandchildren. My thoughts drifted to my own husband’s funeral, nearly fifteen years ago. The priest comforted us that all those who believe in Him shall have eternal life. I wondered if my husband had believed. I said a prayer for him and for Ronald, Flavia and his family. I wept.
The father announced the offertory hymn. I rose and nodded at the usher near the door. He scowled as I stepped out into the bright sunshine.
On July 19th Howl at the Moon Writers Jam moves to its new venue at the Stuart Coffee Company, 55 Flagler Ave, next to the Lyric Theater. Friend and co-founder Kathryn Thomas says, "I like the way they support the community. All the art on the walls represents local artists."
I like the way they host an Open Mic! On Friday the 13th, friend Katharina Hausberger and I jam to poetry with a jazz backbeat. Saxophones and brass, voices and drums, bass and guitars, a keyboard and even a ukelele take turns at solo and collaboration.
Can't wait for Thursday - hope you join the Howl this month. 7pm every Third Thursday
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Ever since Chris Van Allsburg’s birthday last month, we’ve been feeling a surge of appreciation for the plethora of beautiful picture books in our lives. In fact, we think some of the loveliest illustrations we’ve ever seen have been in books
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