From April, 2010

Finding time to write

My last post was a little bit negative. I know that negativity breeds more negativity.  But, part of being 30 means, I do not take shit. I’ve sort of starting invoking this idea and name over and over again. It reminds me of the beginning of a Fela Kuti song “you give me shit; I give you shit,” then a jumble of bass and drums and guitar, with horns churning to an afro-funk rhythm . The thought of a Monday morning ahead of me breeds nervousness and anxiety. I have not prepared for my classes like I told myself I…

I have a bad temper *sigh*

I know I have a bad temper. I got mad at somebody today. It was the plumber. He is a nice guy, but it seemed like he had been giving us the run around. He’s been our plumber for nearly 5 years. We found him through a cheeky add in the phone book and we discovered that we are both Greek. Today, like a true Greek, I yelled into his voicemail. His honor was offended by what I said. He called our house while I was still on the way home and talked to my husband, in a shaky, pained…

Why Public Schools Rock [and do not turn you into a cockroach]

A writer friend who lives in the Bay Area told me that she was worried that she and her husband could not afford the 20 + grand a year per kid that it would cost to send her two children into private schools in the Bay Area. Her children’s ages? 3 and 6 months. They are nowhere near the school age, yet this young mom feels the pressure that many middle class professionals in the Bay Area feel: Should I put my kids in a private school because the public schools will turn them into cockroaches, or should I let…

The Day Lady Died

(Originally written October 14, 2009) Do you ever wonder, if you were to die all of a sudden, what would your life be worth?  If you were to die slowly, say, of cancer, like my writer friend did last October, would you write like your life depended on it? I met a kindred soul in Leila Abu-Saba, author of Dove’s Eye View.  I have known her since my MFA program at Mills College. We were classmates. Sometimes we disagreed on things, other times we dished back and forth, other times we shared intimate details of our lives and histories. Because I…