Pens v Avalanche

The pressure is mounting...

On a somewhat-but-not-really related note, it's fitting that the Pens are facing the Avalanche because I'm expecting one in my backyard any second now. (It's snowing here. A lot.)

GO PENS!!!!!!!!!!

Small Graces: A Painting a Month for the Foundation for Children's Books

GRACE LIN

My good friend Grace Lin has come up with a wonderful idea for raising money to help fund the visits of children’s authors and illustrators in under-served schools in the Boston area. She calls this initiative Small Graces.

What is Grace going to do to raise money? She’s going to auction off an unpublished, original painting each month on eBay! All proceeds of each auction will go to The Foundation for Children’s Books to help pay the fees of visiting authors and illustrators.

January's painting will be auctioned from Monday, January 12 through Friday, January 16. Here’s the painting:

I’m excerpting from a post Grace wrote about this project for Blue Rose Girls:

It isn't fair that the only schools that get authors to visit are the ones that can afford to. Every visit I do, I can see the excitement in the students. But it also isn't fair to ask the author (the usually financially-strapped author) to do it for free either.

That is where organizations like the Foundation of Children's Books, the beneficiary of my new little project, comes in.

The Foundation funds school visit programs for low-income schools. So, schools that usually can't afford an author to visit, get one and the author doesn't have to suffer financially either.

Supporting the Foundation is win-win for everyone. Students of all incomes get wonderful programs and fellow authors are able to make a living to keep creating books! Isn't that great?

Check out the details of the Small Graces project at Small Graces: A Painting a Month for The FCB.

Read about The Foundation for Children’s Books and its programs.

Here are links to two posts about Small Graces that Grace Lin wrote Blue Rose Girls:

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• Small Graces: A Painting a Month for the FCB

Please help us to spread the word about Small Graces!

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A Home for the Seasons: An Original Poem

After the death of my maternal grandparents, I attempted to write a book-length poem about them. It wasn’t very good—so I never finished it. I decided instead to write a collection of memoir poems entitled A Home for the Seasons about them and their home—a place where I had spent many of my happiest childhood days playing with cousins, celebrating holidays, and picking fruit, vegetables, and flowers in their yard and garden. The poems in the collection take us through one year/four seasons at their house. I’m posting the introductory poem today. I was inspired to post it after reading Tricia’s First Poetry Stretch of 2009 at The Miss Rumphius Effect.

Note: My Babci (grandmother) and Dzidzi (grandfather) were born in Poland in the 1890s. They came to America in the early part of the 20th century. They met in Boston, got married, and moved to Peabody, Massachusetts—a city about twenty miles north of our state capital.



A HOME FOR THE SEASONS

My grandparents’ house seems to hug their shady street.

A white duplex, its twin front doors

stand side by side

just three steps up from the sidewalk.

We always enter the house through the side door.

Stepping into the kitchen,

we find Babci sitting at the far end of the table

spooning filling onto circles of homemade dough

and making pierogis, crocheting afghans,

or snipping lacy designs from paper—

a traditional folk art she learned in Poland.

Sometimes we see her painting flowers on the cupboard doors

or hanging starched curtains she embroidered by hand.

The aroma of stuffed cabbage or babka baking in the oven

often greets us at the door.

Most days, Dzidzi spends outdoors tending to his garden

or painting the shutters green

or mending the picket fence

or building a backyard fireplace for summertime barbecues.

My grandparents always busy themselves

making their place a special place

for the family to gather throughout the year,

making it a home for all the seasons.



Here are five more poems from this unpublished collection that I posted previously at Wild Rose Reader:


CROCHETING

The crowns of the blossoming fruit trees

are pink and white clouds.

We sit under the apple tree,

petals falling around us like spring snow.

Nearby Babci relaxes in the wide Adirondack chair

crocheting an earth-brown afghan

for our summertime picnics.

Her nimble fingers dance

as she hooks and loops

the dark yarn into intricate designs.

From a single strand

she creates a lacy island

where we will float

on a sea of soft green grass

near Dzidzi’s garden,

eating ham sandwiches,

crunching homemade pickles,

savoring our summer afternoons.

SUMMER MUSIC

I live on a busy main street.

In summer our open windows

bring us the whoosh and rumble of traffic

we don’t hear during the colder seasons.

I often fall asleep counting cars, not sheep.


I love to spend summer nights

sleeping in my grandparents’ spare room,

with crickets serenading me to sleep

and mourning doves cooing softly

before the sun has kissed the sky awake.

SUMMER RITUAL

My mother and I arrive at my grandparents’ house

late one Sunday afternoon.

Babci greets us in the kitchen

with cold drinks clinking with ice cubes.

Dzidzi fetches a small wooden basket

from the cellar, takes my hand,

and walks me down the stone path to his garden.

He leans over a tomato plant,

holds a fat red globe in his cupped hand,

and looks at me. I nod approval.

I can almost taste the tomato’s warm, juicy flesh.

We choose a dozen more and place them in the basket.

We pick three green, glossy-skinned peppers,

pull up a bunch of feather-topped carrots,

enough beets for my mother to make a pot of zimny barszcz

thickened with sour cream and floating with cucumber slices.

Every visit to my grandparents’ house

is the same this season—

a small harvest of vegetables—

and when we leave, I take home

a little basket of Dzidzi’s garden.

AUTUMN FIRE

Two tall maple trees grow

in front of my grandparents’ house.

In late October

they shed their golden crowns.

When the fallen leaves

curl up like little brown bear cubs,

we rake them into a pile

at the side of the street.

As dusk arrives

Dzidzi sets our harvest afire

with a single match.

We sit on wooden crates

at the sidewalk’s edge,

watch the brittle leaves

blossom into golden flames,

smell autumn’s pungent breath.

From the pyre summer rises,

a small gray ghost,

and drifts away

into the darkening sky.

THE CHRISTMAS BABKA

We watch Babci make the Christmas babka.

With plump peasant hands

she kneads sweet dough

on the white porcelain-topped table,

places it in a large sky-blue bowl,

covers it with a damp towel,

and sets it on the kitchen counter

near the hissing radiator.


Swelling with bubbles of air,

the dough rises into a pale yellow cloud

flecked with bits of orange rind.


The baking babka fills the house

with the scent of Christmas.


We eat the bread fresh from the oven,

its insides steaming and golden—

a homemade treasure

rich enough to warm a winter night.

Here’s to happy childhood memories—and to all memories that give us fodder for creative writing!

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At Blue Rose Girls, I have a poem by Philip Appleman entitled To the Garbage Collectors in Bloomington, Indiana, the First Pickup of the New Year.

Anastasia Suen has the Poetry Friday Roundup at Picture Book of the Day.

Pens v Predators

DO IT. AGAIN.

A win would be the cherry on top of the sundae that today became when Jordan Staal signed an extension that will keep him in black and gold until the 2012-2013 season. :D

GO PENS!!!!!!!!

Some Notable Children's Books & Book Awards

Notable Children’s Books & Book Awards

• School Library Journal’s Best Books of 2008
• 2009 Sydney Taylor Book Awards
• 2008 Boston Globe-Horn Book Awards
• Boston Globe-Horn Books Awards: Video of 2008 Ceremony
• Charlotte Zolotow Book Awards
• From the International Reading Association: Teachers’ Choices for 2008
• Parents’ Choice Book Awards (Fall 2008) Given in the Following Categories: Doing & Learning, Fiction, Historical Fiction, Homework Helpers, Non-Fiction,Picture Books
  

From The New York Times

• Notable Children’s Books of 2008
• Best Illustrated Children’s Books of 2008
• Children’s Books Fall Special Issue

Sherman Alexie & The Absolutely True Diary of a Part-Time Indian

Sherman Alexie’s book The Absolutely True Diary of a Part-Time Indian is the winner of the 2008 Boston Globe-Horn Book Fiction Award. It’s an outstanding young adult novel. I loved it! I give it my highest recommendation.

Sherman Alexie’s award acceptance speech is printed in the January/February 2009 issue of The Horn Book Magazine. You can read the speech here. (You can also scroll down that page at The Horn Book's website and click on a link to listen to Alexie give his speech.)

Click here to read Alexie’s I Still Wish, a Stories Out of School piece, that appeared in the September/October 2008 issue of The Horn Book Magazine.

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Sherman Alexie’s Website

Here’s a video taken at the 2007 Texas Book Festival of Sherman Alexie reading from and talking about The Absolutely True Diary of a Part-Time Indian :