Sara Holbrook author/poet/educator
October 27, 2007
It was a big event in my life when the National Geographic came every month. I can’t recall ever seeing my mother reading one, or my dad. I suppose they did, or maybe the subscription was just something they did for the kids. I didn’t come home from school to video games or online
October 21, 2007
I never liked the man. Personally, I think the beat poets were a self-absorbed lot both in their writing and their lives. Pumped on drugs, alcohol, and their own selfishness — the myth surrounding the beats collective genius still makes it hard for a sober female to be taken seriously. These words are spoken
October 17, 2007
Ah, the bold, the reluctant, the hesitant, the seventh grade poets take turns at the mike at Oakwood Middle and Glenwood Middle in Canton. We wrote, we projected, we loosened our minds and our voices and finally the few, the brave, the wordsmiths came to the mike to read their poems of personal conflict.
October 13, 2007
Traveling from Florida to the Upper Peninsula is like going from the nation’s left ankle to its eyebrow. When I was a kid growing up outside of Deeetroit, we used to call everything above Flint, “up north.” But this trip took me REALLY up north, about as north as you can go without taking a
October 11, 2007
This picture was taken at the end of the school day. Notice who is looking tired and who is looking bright as sunshine.
I LOVE visiting the classrooms of my friends (that goes for Katie aka Mrs. Lufkin, too). You know someone in a certain setting. You can see him/her as a person
October 9, 2007
Two photos — both taken by teacher Meg Roa who was kind enough to invite me to her school. Although this is common place in Southern climes, it still seems odd to me that the school hallways are on the outside of the buildings, the classroom doors opening to the elements like Motel 6. Atlantic
October 7, 2007
This is Dr. Lynne Alvine’s adolescent lit class at IUP (that’s Indiana University of PA) where I had the privilege of speaking on Thursday. Not only were they patient enough to sit through my poetry, they even sat through readings from unpublished manuscripts and in one case a rejected manuscript. On Friday
October 4, 2007
Ben had his 8th birthday today.
He is the oldest of Kelly’s three sons, a sportsman, football player, soccer player, basketball player who has electric guitar dreams and a GREAT imagination for stories. I love Ben’s stories and for his part, he is patient with mine. He seems to take my idol worship in
September 26, 2007
Here’s a hint — we were at Dempsey Middle School in Delaware, OH, a very happenin’ place. Only insiders, however, can tell where Suzi is in this picture. For more information on Dempsey, follow the link above.
Okay, these were the best prepared students for a visit that ANY author could hope for. Here
September 22, 2007
LOVE this photo. The woman who took the picture was disappointed and took a couple more, explaining I wasn’t in the first one. But this is the shot. Not only because I don’t particularly like looking at myself (which I don’t) but because I’m hoping this is a representation of how my poetry impacts