Jun 27, 2014

Avis, Faye & Jackie's
28 Things We LOVE About Summer

  1. No socks.
  2. Easy on, easy off.
  3. Chic, short hair on women and girls.
  4. Close cuts on men and boys.
  5. Legs.
  6. Jonathan’s choral festivals.
  7. Honeysuckle breezes.
  8. Daylight at 9 p.m.
  9. No-sleeve blouses with their own bras … no bras!!!
  10. Sandals.
  11. Convertibles and open car windows.
  12. AC in car and home.
  13. Trips to all states in the USA that have some warmth to enjoy.
  14. Concerts in the park.
  15. Walks in summer showers.
  16. Sitting on a porch, anywhere, anytime!
  17. Riding along a scenic road with the windows down.
  18. Smoothies, three or four times a day.
  19. The smell of fresh-cut grass, beach breezes, watermelon, and Body Shop’s Mango Body Butter.
  20. Chicago ... always something to love!
  21. Twilight in downtown Washington, strolling with no particular place to be.
  22. Watching children eat ice cream cones.
  23. Early morning light – and prayer.
  24. Summer reading programs at the library – and not just for kids!
  25. A book, a cool drink, a warm breeze, and a shady place to stretch out. 
  26. Planned “spur-of-the-moment” excursions (with my Women and Words friends).
  27. A sweet and juicy peach.
  28. Louis, Ella, Billie, Sassy, Ray … on WPFW on a lazy Sunday afternoon.


Jun 25, 2014

Everyday Priorities ... in Order

I have too many "top" priorities, so ... is either of them really that important? I'd like my list to look something like this: 

1. breathe
2. keep breathing
3. listen
4. connect/engage

5. engage/act
6. laugh/cry
7. write/sing/express
8. celebrate
9. continue breathing
10. repeat ... in varying order

May 28, 2014

We Know Your Wings Are Gonna Fit You Well

One of the many perks of working in public libraries is getting to meet so many great (some good) writers -- and some legends. I first met Maya Angelou a few months after starting my career in public libraries. I was a year out of college. She was keynoting a Maryland Library Association event in Baltimore. I stood in a long line to have her sign "Phenomenal Woman." The cut to the chase: When I got up to her, I set the book on the table, opened to that poem. I was truly awed. She looked up, smiled that big smile, reached across the table, slid her hands around mine, and held them there. I was officially having an audience with Maya Angelou! (Of course, I was one of the last people in line.) She turned to her assistant, who was standing beside her, and said something so nice about me. I blushed, and my mind began racing: "How will I write this story? How will I tell people this story?" My car flew down the Baltimore-Washington Parkway. I got home, told my folks, called my college friend in Pittsburgh, wrote in my journal, and didn't sleep all night. And that was my first time.