Showing posts with label love. Show all posts
Showing posts with label love. Show all posts

goodbye



thanks for the music.

happy birthday, J.D. Salinger

you silent giant.
~~~& happy new year, world. ♥

Cracking Clay

Not much makes me miss the desert, but this video makes me miss it so much I could cry.

"Four Provinces," by The Walkmen



I shouldn't be here. I should be writing a story that starts with the first line of Kate Chopin's "The Storm," so that's what I'm going to go do.

♥ Goodnight, world.

Sacha is a Notable Author!

My dear S. is notable!! ♥

"22 Ways of Looking at Chagall," by Sacha Siskonen

Check it out here, scroll down to the New Mississippi Review.


Notice how close her name is to Robert Olen Butler's?!

You can read her wonderful story at the Mississippi Review Online, here. You might have noticed the link to it in the sidebar, before, under "My Friend Wrote a Story."

You might have seen her blog in my blogroll at the bottom, it's
Those Who Can't Teach.
Check out her latest post, "Take Note," to read how she found out about this honor---it's mind-boggling!


Congratulations, S.

I couldn't be more proud of you, you
author, you.

PETE SEEGER: THE POWER OF SONG on PBS

The second time I've watched this episode of PBS American Masters---
Pete Seeger: The Power of Song



And remember when he was on Letterman? ♥ "Take it from Dr. King" ♥



90 years old and still going strong! Did you know there's a movement to give Pete Seeger a Nobel Peace Prize? Check it out: http://www.nobelprize4pete.org/

It's So Simple

Like Me?

This photo made little cartoon hearts swirl around my head.

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From the Official White House Photostream:

President Barack Obama bends over so the son of a White House staff member can pat his head during a family visit to the Oval Office May 8, 2009. The youngster wanted to see if the President's haircut felt like his own.
(Official White House Photo by Pete Souza)


PS---Love, love.

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PS

PS, an update.

I asked around. Apparently I'm the last 25-year-old on earth to start graying. Who knew? It must be my strong Armali (Armenian-Somali) blood.

My grandmother wrote me a letter, I got it yesterday. She's always so sweet and supportive, in a strange and wonderful way:

We will be okay and pray that all of our loved ones will also be okay.
(I'm sure we all will as we have strong Armenian constitutions.) xxxoooo

I love you too, Gramma.

Happy Mother's Day, Mamas.

Something Beautiful (Happy Birthday, Happy Graduation Sisters)


Our Mama.