Category Archives: On Writing
I find it so interesting that I can write something I really like one day, but end up deleting it the next. Why?
Between my last entry and now, here are some highlights: I finished chpt 6 for Stirring Up The World: Elizabeth Cady Stanton and Susan B. Anthony, A Biography of a Friendship; agreed to return to Queens College as a distinguished … Continue reading
Mollie Hoben, co-founder with Glenda Martin, of Minnesota Women’s Press that publishes a bi-weekly newspaper and, my favorite literary magazine, bookwomen (www.womenspress.com), and who leads “Reading-on-the-Road adventures (firstname.lastname@example.org): Congratulations for another great achievement! I enjoyed reading it, and especially liked … Continue reading
This response is from Linda Levstik, a professor of social studies at the University of Kentucky, and the author with Keith C. Barton of the excellent book Doing History: Investigating with Children in Elementary and Middle School. With her permission, … Continue reading
Teachers who are taking one of the courses I teach at Queens College, read Rosie the Riveter: Women Working on the Home Front in World War II and were delighted to learn that Dot Chastney whose memories I use throughout … Continue reading
Linda just appeared (from her office on the second floor down the stairs to mine in the basement) and asked me if I knew the definition of “secular.” Of course, I did, and so did she, as in not being … Continue reading
Start what? Writing! Yesterday I took these pictures of the pingpong table in my basement office (not to worry, I’m not a complete mole, there are windows that face the bird feeders and sunset, although it is chilly!).
Back to blogging after being distracted by Thanksgiving preparations and house guests and then a miserable cold that actually prompted me to cancel classes last week, a first. Happily yesterday I finally got back into writing Elizabeth Cady Stanton and … Continue reading
Now that I’m in the writing phrase of Elizabeth Cady Stanton and Susan B. Anthony, words, phrases, sentences spontaneously appear in my brain, including in the middle of the night. I went to sleep–or tried to last night–with an unsolved … Continue reading