It happened on a plane. On a plane! I tend to board at the end when I have an assigned seat. Less time on the crowded plane feels right to me, and I rarely need overhead storage. A bearded man next to me had the same idea. “Why spend more time on a crowded plane,” […]
Tag Archives: Donna Gephart
December
03
Empathy and Insignificant Events in the Life of a Cactus: An Interview with Dusti Bowling by Donna Gephart
posted by CBethM
One of the superpowers of books is helping readers grow their empathy skills. While all books invite you to walk in someone else’s shoes, certain ones accomplish that on a grand scale, like Dusti Bowling’s Insignifcant Events in the Life of a Cactus. I relished my time spent in the flowered ballet flats of Aven […]
March
03
ONE THING HAS THE POWER TO CHANGE THE WORLD by Donna Gephart
posted by CBethM
Some days I’m a black man marching in the 1960’s in a hostile town in the South. Other days I’m a boy living on a reservation, trying to get a decent education at the “white” school despite myriad obstacles placed in my path. Still other days, I’m a girl growing up in Iran during […]
September
30
Share Bravely by Donna Gephart
posted by donalynm
When our son, Andrew, was about eleven, I found a book he was going to read: Jumper by Steven Gould. I read the first couple pages. “Uh, NO!” The opening scene was about a boy being abused by his father – his father with a very large buckle on the belt that was in his […]
May
26
MIRRORS, WINDOWS AND . . . PENGUINS by Donna Gephart
posted by CBethM
Here’s what I didn’t have when I was growing up in our tiny row house in Philadelphia: a dad who lived with us (my parents divorced when I was really young), enough money to buy even reduced price lunch tickets at school (they cost a whopping $.40 a day, so my sister and I received […]
September
09
Rocks at My Head by Donna Gephart
posted by CBethM
The day Frankie Hammer launched rocks at the back of my head all the way home from school, I charged up the steps to our Philadelphia row home, jammed the key on the string around my neck into the lock and hurried inside. While Frankie laughed, I slammed the door closed and leaned against it, […]
Dodge Ball by Donna Gephart
posted by CBethM
What does gym class in my day have to do with reading (and writing) today? Sometimes, a lot. When I took gym (not P.E.), Mr. Rizzo at Solis-Cohen Elementary School blew his whistle and made us climb a thick rope suspended from the ceiling – or in my case, hang there helplessly, while my arms […]
