Monthly Archives: November 2015

The Price I Paid for Being a Writer.

Mary E. Latela, November 28, 2015 I began to write because I had a wonderful English teacher in the eighth grade, the late Elizabeth Connellan. Besides all the readings and memorizing vocabulary, our teacher emphasized good writing, including creative writing.  … Continue reading

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Gutsy Adventure, Bee Rowlatt

Mary E. Latela November 27, 2015 Bee Rowlatt is a gifted young author, a mother with a passion for life, and a love of the incredible Mary Wollstonecraft, feminist of the late 1700s. Bee magically makes history alive, as she … Continue reading

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Violence is not Power

Observations by Mary E. Latela November 22, 2015 According to Anthony Romero of the ACLU (American Civil Liberties Union): “In the aftermath of the events in Paris, we’re seeing a flood of disingenuous attempts to use the attacks as an excuse … Continue reading

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What’s In Front of Me

Mary E. Latela November 16, 2015 I have my favorite crochet hook here on the desk. I’ve been holding it, and it almost speaks to me. My Grandma taught me to crochet. I have few memories of my childhood (subject … Continue reading

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The Paris Attacks – Reflection

Reflection – Mary E. Latela, 11/15/2015 There was no religious or human justification for the violence in Paris, says Pope Francis. I want to say, “Stop!” I do not want to analyze why people choose to hurt one another , … Continue reading

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How Long Must I Wait?

Mary E. Latela, @LatelaMary, November 4, 2015 When I was in that terribly abusive marriage, I was so afraid for the children. He attacked me, hurt me, and worse, but they were little kids. I had to keep them safe. … Continue reading

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