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Conduct An Interview

“How we spend our days is, of course, how we spend our lives.”

~ Annie Dillard

I have talked to people my entire life and spent thirty years conducting parent-teacher conferences, asking questions and collaborating in groups, but I had never conducted an interview until last summer when, motivated by curiosity and addiction to delicious food, I asked to interview the proprietor of my favorite restaurant.  I wondered how she started her business, how she knew what she wanted to do and especially what her story was.  I am fascinated by people’s stories as I imagine that lives can change in an instant and believing that I have the power to change my own life.  We all do.

I conducted my interview and have written the first draft of my story anxious to get it published.  I had contacted several local newspapers and then today, while volunteering at an Oktober Fest at my friend’s house, the editor of the local paper stumbled into my “wish flag” booth.  I did not hesitate, asked her about the possibility of publishing my story and was encouraged by her positive response.

My motivation is revved up now and I am determined to finish the story this week.  I have an idea for a fresh approach and want to finish what I started with the interview this summer.  Asking questions, just enough to get started, and then listening, being patient and waiting for the interviewee to feel comfortable enough to begin talking can lead to honest responses.  People want to be heard and want their story known.  In the beginning, she felt baffled that anyone would be interested in her story, but as the story unfolded, she became proud of her accomplishments, which when spoken aloud, suddenly seemed quite remarkable.  Her story will be a motivation to many others and also an introduction to her remarkable restaurant.


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Be Specific


Using specific descriptions when writing is akin to being specific when asking for what you want, or visualizing what you want and it is funny how everything comes full circle and lines up exactly when you want it to.  I am learning how to ask for what I want and the results are usually good so tonight my request is for everyone in my family to always say “goodnight.”

The days are gone when my husband, my daughters and I inhabited the same home and could yell goodnight from room to room (remember The Waltons?) but the need is still there for me.  I want to sleep well knowing that everyone in my family is safe and sound and in this age of technology this can be done without too much difficulty so at the risk of becoming an annoying mom, I will happily accept a text message, an email or Facebook message but my sleep is much more relaxed after I receive these messages of nightly good wishes.  Of course the telephone call is the best, hearing the voices from far off, sometimes equally exhausted, sometimes wide awake and in the midst of studying, but always welcome.  This is our tradition, our family tradition started by my mother.  I rarely missed a good night phone call to my mother in my later teen years, early adulthood and the calls continued after I was married, sometimes to the puzzled look of my husband, who didn’t quite get my need for nightly closure.  When my mother moved in our home with us, I could go to kiss her goodnight, which was the best way to end the day and begin my dreams.  I can’t wait for the holidays to do that with my girls.  Sometimes I just need to hold them for a few minutes taking them in with my senses, these girls who are part of me and of me.  It doesn’t quite seem fair that we bring children into this world and spend so much of ourselves raising them and then lose them at 18 when they go off to college.  In the grand scheme of things, 18 years of a life that can last into the 80s is just a small slice of time and we are so busy raising our children that we don’t realize that every day we move closer to losing them.  That is why sometimes we need to see them in person, smell their sweet hair fresh from the shower, hear their voices-excited, happy, sad, and hold them in our arms.

It is just a small moment in time, to send a message or dial a phone, but it is a gift that is worth more than any other, and the only request I have.


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Chose The Right Name


If an author can watch a character can evolve easily or struggle bring a character to life based simply on a name, then what are the implications for us?  I have put a lot of thought into names, not just my own name, but also the three names I selected for my daughters and the one male name I never had the opportunity to use.  I have pondered each name and its variations selecting it for rhythm and flow and for impractical things such as how the name sounds when spoken in a variety of circumstances ranging from singing it in a lullaby to calling a child in for dinner.  How would the name sound spoken by a teacher, a friend a lover?  A name is a critical part of one’s identity and some people don’t like their names, electing to change them.  I always liked my name, even though it is short and doesn’t offer much in the way of nicknames. I liked it because my mother used to sing “Once in Love With Amy” to me a lot when I was a little girl and because there was a song with my name in it, I figured it must be a pretty special name.

My mother went through several incarnations of her name, which was Marjorie only calling herself Marjorie when she was singing and being silly or giving her name in the legal sense, at the doctor’s perhaps.  For years she was “Marg” with no “e” at the end, a rebellion of sorts and then she finally began adding the “e” when people pronounced her name incorrectly.  To many of her friends, she was Margie, a spunkier, chummy version of her name.

I am driving my mother’s car now, with the license plate containing her initials, MK and I like that after a day at work, I walk to the car that is now mine, and smile, remembering my mother and in the morning the license greets me.  We are given our name as a gift when we are born and we become our name though we sometimes change the spelling and later add, change or hyphenate our name when we marry, but we are who we were named at the start for that is the name our mother whispers to us, sings to us, calls to us.  It is our bond with our mother.  Forever.



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Watch For Gesture

“At such moments one imagines that one stands on some spot of a small planet gazing in amazement as the cold and yet profoundly moving beauty of the eternal, the unfathomable. Life and death flow into one, and there is neither evolution nor eternity, only being.”

~ Albert Einstein

The idea of noting the gestures people use as a springboard for characterization makes me ponder the physical versus the mental world I find myself inhabiting, the world of thoughts, ideas and dreams.  I often rub my head or run my fingers through my hair as I think as a way to stimulate my brain perhaps, through my scalp.  I am spending many hours thinking now, planning, and problem solving, in my empty nest for the house is quiet and outside the rain is coming down more loudly, the fountain is trickling and occasionally the whir of the heater fills the room with sound.  I am basking in silence and really don’t feel much need for noise from television or even music at this point.  My thoughts are noise enough and the click of the keyboard as I type, the rhythm of my more solitary life.

People develop gestures early in life and the children in my class already have definitive gestures that make them unique, the twirling of hair, the sucking of fingers, playing with their shoelaces or those who are anxious to please, folding their hands and sitting at attention.  I remember my mother’s gestures, the way she folded her hands, her tilt of the head as she thought about something, the gestures I knew and made me comfortable through familiarity and consistency.

How do I appear as a character?  I imagine myself with a furrowed brown, thinking of a way out, my shoulders heavy but my eyes looking up, looking forward, ever hopeful and optimistic.  I sit somewhat comfortably but feel the need to get up and move, as if my movement will allow the chi energy to move too.  The energy needed to push things along, to move things forward, and to allow progress.


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Switch Instruments


The thought of actually writing by hand, with a pen, is not one I relish for my hand cramps forcing the thoughts to get stuck waiting for my hand to move faster and dictating into a recording device is not my style.  I like the computer, my laptop in particular.  It is a comforting friend that has seen me through the tough times in my online graduate school program, the learning curve of “bill pay” and Google Documents, the excitement of learning to make movies on iMovie and iDVD, editing photos on iPhoto, exploring Facebook and iChat.  I am connected, and feel like a technology wiz.  All that at 80 words per minute, no wonder I am addicted.  My computer is my pal and allows me to type just about as fast as I think, which means I can write with a flow that my hand no longer allows.

I understand the concept behind shaking things up to get new ideas flowing though. I do that regularly in my classroom and it is rare that I repeat my curriculum delivery two years in a row, which is how I keep it exciting and why after 30 (!) years- I still love teaching.  I never know what will inspire me to veer off in a new direction but inevitably something strikes me, or serendipity presents a gift.  This year, I happened to be eating lunch at one of my favorite little places The Baker, when I noticed a big thank you card posted in the restroom written by a class of kindergarten students after their field trip to bake bread.  I inquired about the field trip, talked to the owner and happily arranged a trip for my class.  I decided to focus on the community worker aspect and to make it a little spicier, the machines and tools of the baking business.  I went in and took photos of the baking machines, ovens, scales and mixers and will develop a unit with our science teacher about simple machines to get the children excited in anticipation of their bakery visit.  I have had offers from parents in my class to share other simple machines and tools with the children so they can have a first hand experience and come to their own conclusions about the importance and necessity of tools.  This is a new unit for me and I love the adrenalin rush of creating something new and fun.  This is the joy of teaching.  This is how I “switch instruments.”


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Raise The Stakes


How does one focus on raising the stakes while writing, making a situation go from bad to worse, or creating a character that is in a situation that becomes more intense while focusing on positive energy and outcomes?  I am emitting positive energy and thoughts with the belief that more of the same will return to me, so by changing the perspective, flipping the idea written on this card, I can raise the stakes to a higher more positive level.  There is real drama in my life, no need for creative writing here.  The way to raise the stakes is to finesse, argue, fight, convince, document, search, call, email and to expand my cast of characters.  I am not too proud to plead for a chance, an opportunity to stay put.  I am familiar with the names of my congressman, senator and government offices I hadn’t heard of before.  My web searching skills have evolved to a new level and my tendency toward the obsessive is finally coming in handy and my scavenger hunt expands daily and the stakes grow higher, the deadlines closer and the attempt to stay on the positive, hopeful track, more challenging.

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Flip It Over


Writing in the same direction can lead to redundancy and thoughts that manifest themselves into realities we wish wouldn’t be realized.  The experiment of flipping it over, whether it is the attitude, the writing or the perspective, allows a fresh breeze to wisp in and rejuvenate ideas.  Today, instead of letting the weight of reality settle on my shoulders, I am going to view the gifts I have received and in doing so, I realize there have been quite a few.  Gifts that have added up to quite a lot and have made our road easier and the recovery seem possible, gifts of jobs that provide income and a chance for intellectual stimulation, gifts of health and health care, gifts of shelter and a home that feels safe and comforting, gifts of family that cares and is here for us, and the gift of friends that rally and support.

Appreciation and affirmation of what is good in this world and what life is really about helps me to see the bigger picture, which is much bigger than it first appears.  Flipping my perspective gives me a jump-start out of the deep hole, up to sea level with meadows and mountains in sight.  There is a future, perhaps different than my original story, but a great revision all the same.

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There really are no coincidences; I realized when I selected this card, “breathe” after addressing the issue of breathing in my last couple of posts.  The use of breath as a centering device, or mechanism, is central to yoga and is ancient in its roots found in almost all world religions.  In fact, prayer and meditation consist of sounds and songs whose musical rhythms encourage a slowness of breath.  There are popular songs written about breathing, different versions entitled “Just Breathe” by Faith Hill, Michelle Branch, Pearl Jam and others, and poems related to breath are common.  Pondering what focusing on breathing does for ones soul makes me notice other similar phrases such as Be Here Now the popular book circa 1971 by Ram Dass, or Wherever You Go, There You Are by Jon Kabat Zinn, Don’t Sweat The Small Stuff and Slowing Down to the Speed of Life by Kristine and Richard Carlson and blogs such as Zen Habits by Leo Babauta urging us to slow down, stop and take notice, see the simple things until we are able to slow down enough to be content to spend a few moments each day focusing on perhaps the most simple element in life, that sustains life, breath.

When we first created our backyard, I wanted a visual reminder to encourage us to stop and enjoy the paradise we created.  I found it in a cement wall plaque at my favorite nursery.  It is easy to speed by, keep busy and productive and check off items off the endless “to do” list.  It is much more difficult to stop, be still, breath and wait for the ideas to come, for the inspiration to come and the calm to come.  I am learning.


Begin by relaxing

Really letting the world fade away

Everything can wait

As time stands still for a moment

The steady rhythm of life’s force

Has powers

Existing forever.


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Selecting this card from the deck gave me pause for thought for I haven’t written poetry for years, and then it was usually romantically inclined lamenting broken promises and a broken heart.  This past weekend, my sister and I discovered some of our mother’s poetry, penned in her young teenage cursive, still impeccable, and it was so strange to read of her tortured heart written while dating our birth father, when she was about 19 years old.  Young love, that eventually did not last, but lasted long enough to allow my sister and me to enter this world.  Poetry is often called a window to the soul and reading between the lines, or between the words, as in the title of my blog, gives insight and a private glimpse through that window.  The card is “rhyme” but my thoughts are not playful tonight and the poetry I am inspired to write does not rhyme.

The Battle

The ammunition is sent on paper,

or more often through fiber optic cables

traveling at lightening speed

delivering unwanted messages

that leave gaping wounds.

New ideas spring forth like bandages

offering temporary relief and the

thought that now everything has a chance

of being alright.

But not really.

Because the troops are merely realigning

readying their instruments of war

to mount another attack,

leaving us weaker and suffering wounds

that perhaps are too severe for bandages, stitches or

other medical attention.

Eventually the battle will be won or lost,

but either way, the scars remain

and the exhaustion commands us to



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Ribe Tuchus


The Yiddish translation of this phrase is to “rub your bottom on the chair.”  In other words, sit still.  We are often so busy running from place to place, activity to activity, responsibility to responsibility, that we do not allow ourselves the opportunity to just sit and think, or simply just to sit.  I have my lovely writing desk inherited from my mother, and writing there has been an inspiration, but sometimes, sitting in the comfortable living room chair with my feet resting on the matching ottoman, is just what I need.  I have had these three pieces of furniture (the chair, ottoman and side table) for years but just this past month decided to create a space by adding a tall lamp, providing the light I needed to read and write and now the side table is littered with pens and small pads of paper for my seemingly endless notes to myself about ideas and of course the requisite pile of books I am reading.  I sit in this cozy spot and ideas flow into my mind and out my fingertips.  My dog Charlie laying at my side, his steady, rhythmic breathing welcome company and I could spend the day here and having chosen this card, Ribe Tuchus, from The Observation Deck bidding me to spend an hour sitting, writing the task does not seem difficult.  I wish I had hours to sit in this spot.

Sitting still is similar to breathing, for in the yoga sense, returning to the breath, finding stillness and quieting the mind so that the inspiration will come, the peace will come, the answers will come is a gift and the essence of being.


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