Posted: April 13, 2018 Filed under: Books, poetry, Writing | Tags: friends, gifts, gratitude, joy, love, mentor, National Poetry Month, poems, poetry, Tony Abbott, writing, writing poems
It’s a rare opportunity when you get to honor your mentor, who is alive and well, still reading poetry and teaching at the age of 84. This, after a bout of lung cancer and dealing with chemo and radiation, which makes it all the more meaningful.
What an honor it is to celebrate Tony Abbott during National Poetry Month. I was so pleased to have him introduce me at the launch party of The Beach Poems. See previous post here.
April is National Poetry Month, a perfect time to reminisce over my early days as a poet and the gifts I’ve received from Tony Abbott. I spent those days searching for the next line that would move me deeply, digging into my past, roaming beyond the ragged edges of my heart, seeking something bright and unexpected – the sun rising over a new land created through language.
In short, I wanted to be broke open and reformed – again and again.
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Posted: November 28, 2017 Filed under: Alzheimer's, Books, Family, Florida, Health, nature, Writing | Tags: adventure, Alzheimer's, appreciation, beauty, Books, dawn, family, friends, fun, gifts, gratitude, grief, health, home, joy, lessons, love, narrative, nature, preparations, renewal, serenity, sunset, transitions, travel, trust, walks, writing
(This is a four-part series. Click here to read Part I.)
After packing and saying our goodbyes to Jean and Vicki, Gilda and I drove south towards Alligator Alley. I was excited to be driving across Florida and to get a view of the everglades. My father, a civil engineer for the Army, had worked throughout South Florida on various projects before I was born. The names of towns were familiar to me because I had grown up listening to him talk about them.
Alligator Alley: on the side of the road.
While I felt as if I were home and had hopes of catching a glimpse of an alligator, Gilda’s husband Stu had warned her not to get out of the car because he’d been warned there were large snakes in the area. Gilda wasn’t sure what to do when I pulled over and asked her to take a photo of me by the water. Read the rest of this entry »
Posted: November 9, 2017 Filed under: Alzheimer's, Books, nature, poetry | Tags: Alzheimer's, beauty, gifts, nature, poems, poetry, serenity, The Beach Poems, writing
(This post was first published on the AlzAuthors
Expressing the Inexpressible through Poetry
By Ann Campanella
When I was in my early thirties, my mother began showing signs of Alzheimer’s. She was 41 when I was born, so I suppose it shouldn’t have been a shock to see her aging in this way. But it was.
I always knew she was an “older mom.” She had been a fount of wisdom for me during my adolescence and early years of marriage.
Mom always said her children kept her young. There was a span of ten years among us, and I had vivid memories of my mother hiking, playing tennis, swimming and sailing at the upstate New York lake we visited each summer.
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Posted: September 26, 2017 Filed under: Alzheimer's, Books, Family, Health, nature, Writing | Tags: Alzheimer's, appreciation, family, gifts, gratitude, grief, health, joy, lessons, love, narrative, renewal, serenity, trust, writing
As part of “Transformational Tuesday,” I am blogging with Divine Phoenix Books today.
This time of year always makes me pause. I want to hang onto the beauty of Indian Summer days, yet I feel the urgency of the falling leaves pressing me forward. September is World Alzheimer’s Month, and I’m reminded of the years my mother struggled through Alzheimer’s at the same time I was yearning to become a mother.
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