A wonderful day celebrating Afghan women and honoring their stories. In Ridgewood, NJ.
I was asked by the Fetzer Institute to write something to celebrate National Poetry Month. If you have a moment, click through. The poems will move you. Click thru to the @awwproject.org website and you will be changed.
Teachers in stateside public schools may think they know about firewalls, but the Afghan Women’s Writing Project operates online in one of the most restrictive regimes in the world. They mentor Afghan women with writing workshops conducted online from Afghanistan to America. At this event, the Richmond Hill Library opens up their space to audience members eager to read and to listen to the Afghan women’s stories. Music: “As Colourful as Ever” by Broke for Free. www.newlearningtimes.com.
EdLab attended our reading in Richmond Hill, Queens and then made this 2 minute video. Check it out!
Parents in Harlem banded together to raise money for the Ali Forney Center which helps homeless LGBTQ youth. We were sparked to act in protest of the ATLAH Ministry sign on Lenox Avenue. I am loathe to repeat what was posted on that sign, but I will say that it suggested that Jesus Christ called for the public murder of gay people. For a long time we gritted our teeth and did our best to ignore the ravings on ATLAH’s signs, but we cannot bear this and simply pretend that these words weren’t said.We’re now on day 9 of our fundraising and awareness drive. We had a modest goal: $1000. As of 1:40pm, we’re at $2446 with 72 donors. Would you help us keep the momentum going?
A princess I can believe in. She won the night.
“I always physically felt like an outsider. I didn’t look like anyone else. But I think, and I think many writers probably feel this, I felt more like an outsider in terms of my empathy and the way I liked to observe everything. I was slow and thoughtful in a way that people perhaps mistook for being very daydreamy.
I feel like I belong when I walk on the prairie. Nature is very fair to all. There’s no judgment.” - Author Nina McConigley
To read more of my HuffPost piece on her book Cowboys and East Indians as well as our interview, go here.
What would happen…/If love took over my country?/ Would we become a happy and united people/Where the world hears only happy news about us/All the time, on all the channels?/ -from “What If Love Took Over My Country” by Yalda Yalda is an…
Are you a teacher or a group leader of any kind, or just interested in going deeper into love, forgiveness in your own life? Read about the AWWP Love and Forgiveness curriculum. Contact me at stacy at awwproject.org and I will send PDF or hard copy.
“As a black American woman, I had the luck to born of a time and place that has allowed me to speak and write freely. There is always risk, of course. Any time I speak out I risk upsetting family, friends, employers, the powers-that-be. Yet, no one is actively trying to censor me. I don’t fear the Gestapo outside the door, or the white employers of the town will seal my fate because of my statements. I don’t feel that if I say the wrong words I will be shunned from my family or banished by my community. So many men and women who came before me had to master codes in order to speak—they were forced to talk in riddles and artfully hide the true meaning of their words, living a life of constant plausible deniability…”