Sara Holbrook author/poet/educator
October 2, 2005
Once in a while a student question just sticks with me — usually the ones I don’t have answers for. Last Friday (now Sunday) following the final assembly (eighth grade, last period, we all survived) after I had reminded the kids of the rights and responsibilities of free speech, revealed personal facts about my
October 1, 2005
And even though today started before 6AM and the game is in extra innings after 11PM, even though the school day ended with a last period assembly of eight graders on a Friday afternoon and the school was an hour’s drive from home and even though I’m a month behind in my blog and they
August 28, 2005
I’ve seen the Discovery specials on salmon, how they leap dramatically up waterfalls to get upstream. What they don’t show you on TV is the bonepiles of salmon that don’t make it. How they fall into piles of decay and become sushi for their canabalistic fellow travelers.
Catching salmon is about timing
August 27, 2005
I once received directions to a school in southern Ohio that read: Take the interstate to the state route, turn onto the county road, when you get into town turn right at the stop sign. No matter what the street name, there’s only one stop sign. The last sentence began, and when you
August 25, 2005
Thunderbird Falls
Friday we went out fishing. Let me clarify that. Michael fished at Ship Creek and I napped in the car. After a few hours there, we went exploring north east of Anchorage around the Eagle River. We hiked up to Thunderbird Falls.
Michael was disappointed to
August 25, 2005
And it ended with a poem
The Janet Allen Literacy Institutes, so much a part of my life for the last nine years, are now officially over. I have made life long colleagues and the skeleton staff that was here in Anchorage toasted the good learning times that we have had together. Anne
August 12, 2005
Friday, the last day. Debbi and I cruise some neighborhoods to look for Gran’s trailer park and the high school where Hector and Hannah go to school. We drive through some parks and decide they are a little too scrappy – Gran wouldn’t live there. Or there. Finally, we find the
August 11, 2005
My picture of the wall didn’t turn out — found this one on the internet. It is 14 feet tall, very ugly rusted metal. The crosses commemorate deaths.
August 11, 2005
trash hidden in a nest under a mesquite tree in the national park
August 11, 2005
Debbi McCullough’s dolls commemorating migrant deaths in the desert
