a poet’s notebook
A friend came to visit, with one of her daughters and her toddler grandson. Actually, they came to see Henry, not me — but that's ok.
I looked at this small, dark-eyed, jug-eared, biracial child of a single white mother, and I couldn't help myself. I said, "J – ! You could be president one day!"
Have you noticed?
The world has changed.
Hey, I work with http://www.mochaclub.org, a non-profit that works in Africa. I saw that you were on the NaBloPoMo list, and we'd love for you to blog about our new campaign on Nov. 24th. The campaign is centered around this idea – at Mocha Club, we have always cared about building an accurate perception of both the challenges that Africans face, and the BEAUTY of Africa. We need bloggers to help get the word out. Please email me if you would be interested in hearing the details!
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