Sara Holbrook author/poet/educator
August 21, 2006
Outgoing suitcases are a study in organization. Socks in this pocket, folded jeans, t shirt rolls framed by shoes turned business side out. Incoming suitcases on the other hand look as if they have been gathered from trees, bushel basket dumped then stir fried. Unappetizing at best — and after a day of serving as
August 20, 2006
I could never be a migrant. First of all, my intestines tend to over-dramatize ingestions of bad food. Second, after a couple of days of that drama, I almost threw up with dehydration and heat exhaustion on a 2.5 mile hike on the desert trails. In order to hike from Nogales to
August 20, 2006
“And some go both ways” to quote the scarecrow.
August 13, 2006
If an anti-semite is one who hates, disrespects, discriminates against Jews, what’s the word for one who hates Muslims? We need a word for that, a shaming, Mel Gibson condemning, horrifying word.
As Michael and I were traveling from Austin to Tucson, we had an ugly encounter with a Continental ticket agent named Russ (we
August 10, 2006
I entered the world of Slam poetry after some motivator told me that I couldn’t, that it simply was not something that “middle-aged white women from the suburbs” did. I ran right out and signed up after that. Now, 11 years later, I went back to the National Poetry Slam in Austin, TX.
July 24, 2006
Four days of learning and fun in rural Wisconsin. No cheesy jokes about WI needed, it was just plain fun. Did some workshops, danced my feet off and sang (badly). Was introduced to two new books that are exciting:From Disability to Possibility by Patrick Swartz. He is a dynamite speaker and
July 23, 2006
THIS is why I am always on a diet. People treat me too well. Who knew that Minneapolis has such good Italian food? Who could say no? Not me.
Teacher after teacher came up to me at the literacy conference at Hamline and told me that this is a
July 19, 2006
The heat is everywhere this week. In the sock drawer, the cabinet in the bathroom, seeping out from under the fridge and toasting my toes. It’s straining at the windows and blaring through the skylight. Cleveland does heat in a very wet way, hair adhering to the neck, shoes stuck on the
July 16, 2006
It’s almost trite for a poet to have a garden, the seed being the original metaphor and all. I don’t grow anything practical. I used to grow tomatoes until I battled with a fungus of some kind and lost three years in a row. I grow flowers. Two, now three beds
July 14, 2006
Tshirts say: We put the fun back in Dysfunctional