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carin-hennessey's picture
Dec.09.2010
For the Thanksgiving holiday, I took my children and my husband back East.  For months leading up to the journey, I swooned to my son and daughter about riding the big airplane and flying into Newark airport.  "You'll be able to see New York City," I gushed.  I tried to convince my...
jules-jacob's picture
Dec.09.2010
My dad, a high school science teacher, formally introduced me to the concept of east when I was nine. Prior to my introduction, east was, “We’re not going west.” Or “When are we going home?”  Dad also introduced me to internal compass spinning, the process in which your set point shifts a hundred...
steven-herrmann's picture
Dec.09.2010
North, West, or North by Northwest As Emily Dickinson wrote in a famous letter on June 7, 1862: "I smile when you suggest that I delay ‘to publish’―that being foreign from my thought, as Firmament to Fin.  If fame belonged to me, I could not escape her…   My barefoot rank is better....  The...
fran-johns's picture
Dec.09.2010
You can haul yourself out of the south, but it will follow in your bones. Forever. Some little inner kudzu vine will twine itself around your tendons, work its way into your heart and plant a grain of, say, Chesapeake Bay sand or Okefenokee peat that forever tilts your compass south. If you turn...
cheryl-l-snell's picture
Dec.09.2010
    "Kumar hates all business" declares the beautiful Jaya. We are in my kitchen, heads bowed over a bowl of okra. It's the second day of my sister-in-law's first visit. She and her husband have come so far after so long to see me for themselves: the blonde American who waylaid their...
li-lovett's picture
Dec.09.2010
Competitive speed skaters make it look so easy when they write a book. Apolo Ohno showed up for an event in Seattle scheduled an hour after my reading, and hundreds flocked to the bookstore for his autograph. He arrived in a bus big enough for a rock band, with his handsome mug splashed across the...
gayle-brandeis's picture
Dec.08.2010
I used to think East was wherever I pointed my right hand.  I was six, and my body seemed the center of space, the axis on which directions turned.  When I learned that directions are fixed, that our bodies move through space like fish, East became the sunrise, but, even more so, the lake.  Just...
jenn-lopez's picture
Dec.08.2010
Where does your own compass point? The image of a compass conjures up thoughts about where I came from and the desire to figure out where I am going.  Growing up in the military, there were several times where I felt I had to reinvent myself in order to fit in with the next group of classmates and...
jack-shakely's picture
Dec.08.2010
I spent a few months in Maine in 1987, but I never returned, and it's all their fault. I'm not sure I could ever find my way home again. That year I was teaching a summer course at the University of Maine in Portland. One of the graduate students asked me if  wanted to join him and some friends who...
jesus-villalobos's picture
Dec.08.2010
From the beginning of time God placed directions for mankind who continually has decided not to obey. But hey, we are creatures of habits hard to break. This is where God has placed the compass of His divine Word to show us the way of salvation through His Son Jesus Christ. As North is North etc....