MEMBER BLOG TAG: new york city
| Friday, April 29, 2011 3:14PM | | | | Children’s Authors on Voice & Place | Tags: World Voices Festival, children's books, Nicaragua, New York City
| | | The two empty chairs onstage at the PEN Children’s Committee panel, “Who Tells the Story? Children’s Book Writers Talk About Voice,” seemed to have been left there by accident, but unforeseen circumstances kept two participants from attending. Children’s Committee chair Susanna Reich fell victim to laryngitis, so her predecessor, Fran Manushkin, graciously welcomed the near-capacity crowd. Panel moderator Lisa von Drasek was also unable to attend because of an injury, and Jenny Brown did an admirable job of taking her place. She came with a list of thoughtful questions, tailored to each panelist, that elicited insightful responses.
Although I’m familiar with Gioconda Belli’s poetry, fiction, and acclaimed memoir of living in Nicaragua in the years before the 1979 Sandinista Revolution, The Country Under My... | | | | | | | Saturday, July 19, 2008 3:19PM | | | | summer in the city by sadi ranson | Tags: sadi ranson-polizzotti, new york, new york city, summer, music, summer songs, Sony, editorial, tant mieux, personal spaces,
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It’s hot. Very hot. Too hot to be walking the thirty or so blocks to SONY BMG where I have a meeting, and then the twenty or so blocks back and on another avenue where I am to meet a friend. It is the ultimate New York City summer day and I feel like I am about to pass out either from a general headiness from the many good things at present (professional, personal), the fact that I am fully in love and landed on that square without even trying or wanting, that I am giddy already and with reason, or perhaps it is just the oh-so-humid day, the sun beating down (beating down), and that no matter...
| | | | | | | Saturday, May 31, 2008 9:41PM | | | | on Madison & 38th in May | Tags: new york city, personal spaces, sadi ranson-polizzotti, sadi ranson, may 2008,
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I must put forth dual images of myself and neither is correct. There is the perceived strong she-can-handle-anything me (not true) and the she’s-so-fragile me (not true) but never is there the strong yet vulnerable me that even Bob Dylan had met, not knowing me, but someone like me, who was a woman in every respect yet when she breaks, she breaks just like a little girl. I don’t know if there is any other way to break, quite frankly. Do you break like an adult and fake it and pretend everything is fine? Is there some organized way” of having a minor breakdown of which I missed the mass mailing and details because if there is,... | | | | | |
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