Day 287: I don't have a (recent) silly picture of me and friends. I'm not sure I have a picture, scanned, that would qualify as that at all, ever ( Read more... )

Hahahaha. Let's see. It was my... (depending if you count my credentialing classes, which I am not intending to) 22nd year in school -- three years getting my MA, and three years to ABD, hurrah. It was good. I got to be an Instructor, so I had 100 undergraduates hanging on my every lectured word twice a week, and I was all experimenting with ( Read more... )

Next up, one of the best historical YAF authors I know -- she reminds me of Laurence Yep, in fact, partly because it's her interest in her own family history and its intersection with American history that motivates her writing. I very much like that motivation.

The first Mildred D. Taylor novel I read was definitely Roll of Thunder, Hear My Cry ( Read more... )

This was always a big holiday in my house, when I was growing up. It involved going to political parties in the evening, with music and dancing and speeches and fundraising. I was a little taken aback to find, when I was older, that most people don't celebrate it. In Cuba, however, my father and stepmother and mother (who were vacationing ( Read more... )

For March, as Women's History Month, I am telling students about various women in French history, in chronological order. The first woman the internet told me about (more than I already knew about her, which wasn't much) was Sainte Geneviève, the patron saint of Paris. She's actually much cooler than most martyred-by-violent-rape saints ( Read more... )