Inland Area Writing Project Summer 2008

Log entry for July 24…

Our last day together.

Presented by Kristy Orona-Ramirez

“Parting is such sweet sorrow.”-Shakespeare

We start off the day as usual…eating!

Fry bread, was patted, shaped and cooked right before our eyes.

Fried ‘til golden brown, delight found in good grease.

There is delight in the calories!

The journaling begins…

While the cooking continues!

“Attention, please…”

The Fellows listen.

Things to remember…

• Potluck

• Portfolio

• Letters of Recommendations

• Reflective Pieces

• Letters to support The Writing Project

There’s the reading of the log by Carol. Carol rocks the house!

It’s time for our first presentation.Introducing, The Empress of the

Universe!

“Backing Into the Essay”Another way to approach writing,

Susie Montano

• Hot dog fold• Hamburger fold• Word• Building sentences• Creating paragraphs

Break it down girl!

Y mas…(HA! George Hillocks, Jr.)

The writing and creating continues.

Let’s give all of our presenters a round of applause!

Wait there’s more!

Act 2: Ninetta Papadomichelaki

Say that last name 5 times fast!

Next, we have lunch.

Then we’re off to our last writing group meeting for the summer.

We all know the familiar sight of the Author’s Chair.

And the voices sing.

A Found Poem in the Gettysburg Address.

A simple goodbye,

A connection made,

A sharing of the future,

An end to the beginning.

Reflections of a summer,

A six pack of writing,

Pineapple upside down cake,

A grandpa with a fire

in his underpants.

She is a chaparral,

Beans on a stove,

and

A patina of the years,

She is.

Think of cauliflower

When you cry,

The crying is inevitable.

She danced,

She had understandings.

She loved

And is loved.

She’s from Peter, punk rock, a singing frog, and a final ride.

A swallowed stone of sorrow,A quick departure.

From her son,

Killing of pain,

A promise of sobriety,

A mother’s memoir.

Eucalyptus trees,

Wet bathing suits,

Fargo

and

Garth.

She’s Kool-Aid

and Pac Man,

She is.

She’s got great

Indian hair

And makes ‘Da Bomb

Fry bread!

Asking,

Wondering,

Needing

to know about

the past.

And, yes, gnomes really do exist!

189

190

191…

We gotta do it!

Oooopps!

Wrong picture…

198

199

200!

YEAH!

200!

Way to go Barb…

So then we’ll wait until October,

When we meet again.

We’ll have more stories to tell,

So ‘til then, please know

That you

Made a difference to me.

Teachers…

Changing the world

One child

At a time.