Sara Holbrook author/poet/educator
June 12, 2014
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TWO MORE DAYS?
It’s not the last day. It’s not the first. It’s not the 100th, President’s Day, Valentine’s Day or even crazy sock day. Everyone
May 27, 2014
I wrote this poem for my daughter Kelly’s graduation from Bay Village High School. At the time, I was working as the Public Information Officer for the Cuyahoga Metropolitan Housing Authority (as I explain in the video) in inner city Cleveland and living in Bay Village, OH. Everyday was a lesson in a term that
January 27, 2014
This is kind of a cool thing for a poet; the word “democracy”
is trending on my blog stats. I rarely
look at these things, but last week with a little too much time on my hands, I
clicked on “keyword activity” on my blog stats and up popped
January 23, 2014
“If you come to my country, you got
to understand my language if you want to communicate.” By his own estimation,
the man spoke three languages: the projects,housing authority executive, and
Citibank.
Ronnie Davis was my boss at the
Cuyahoga Metropolitan Housing Authority (CMHA), he the
January 8, 2014
There is not much to say about this poem… except it is a good poem to try on.
Cross your arms, stick out your boo-boo lip and go for it.
January 4, 2014
Did
you used to wear diapers? Was there a
time when examining your feet was more fascinating than watching the NFL? Are
you a former stair surfer and who had the carpet burns on your chin to prove it?
Then
grab a pencil or
December 15, 2013
#MyGlobalMoment from The Ubuntu Center on Vimeo.
“And you
call yourself an educated man.”
I was having
a buffet breakfast in 2006 with two Afghan teachers at a conference for Middle
Eastern educators (TARA) in Bahrain. The
man was young, maybe thirty, the woman, Hamaira, more seasoned,
December 11, 2013
“What were you doing in Kazakhstan?’ asks the customs agent
in Newark.
“How much time do you have?” I want to answer, but these
folks get paid to not know how to take a joke, so I just say, “Visiting.”
He stares me down.
December 11, 2013
No one climbs aboard
a bicycle and proclaims, “I want to crash and fall on my head. Bring on the broken bones.” No one puts a
cake in the oven hoping it will come out burned black and tasting like a hockey
puck. Likewise, people don’t get married because they want to
November 23, 2013
I received this email from my daughter Kelly yesterday. Go Kelly! Go Danny! Following in the family tradition of being plain-clothes revolutionaries.
Mom,
Since the beginning of September the dreaded AR points have been hanging over Danny’s head. At Danny’s school 4th graders need 12 points a month to go to