mentor blog | mentor blog
Aug.05.2012
Karl died last week. Immediately began the printed celebrations of his life. Our local newspaper called him a legend. He was. Beloved as a mentor to many, and admired by colleagues. He began as a grammar school teacher and, during his long life, developed into a world renowned artist.
Do you...
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Aug.03.2012
I've never really taken to the word "mentor." It's not a word that was really popular when I was in school so I never sought out someone to take that role. It's not that I didn't have wonderful role models and teachers throughout my academic career and it's not that I thought I didn't...
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Jul.29.2012
When I was eight years-old I found a paperback book sitting on top of the toilet tank of the upstairs bathroom in the house where I grew up. It had a strange, exotic title: "The Talisman". The author was Stephen King, whom I had known very little about at such a young age. The front of the...
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Jul.27.2012
Most of my life, I've waited for my mentor to come along. You know, that magical, mystical (and hopefully hot) elder who would gently yet firmly instruct and guide me down the yellow brick road of life.
But alas, nobody. Sure, some great teachers, but no wise man with a white beard and stern...
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Jul.27.2012
I didn't know I wanted a writing mentor, back in 2000.
Actually, I had barely admitted to myself that I wanted to start writing in a serious way.
But somehow, writing had slipped back into my life, hitching a ride on my accordion.
It had started out slowly, just letters and e-mails to...
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Jul.26.2012
Over the years there have been so many people that I would assign the label of mentor. Starting with my parents... they believed in most of my dreams and were encouraging (most of the time) And their truthfulness in observations of the direction of my chosen life paths grounded me to think before I...
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Jul.26.2012
Every knock mentored me: knock on the door, knock in the face, on the knuckles, knocked knees from fright, knocks at the dead of night and in daylight’s sharp rays. I learned from bruises how to heal. Was there no one to place ice packs, apply balm, and wrap gauze on wounds? Of course, there...
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Jul.26.2012
My Godmother, Lena Frances Edwards, MD.
Growing up I had many mentors: those who taught me arts and crafts.
All the parents and grandparents in the neighborhoods that kept us
busy youngsters in line and out of trouble.
My Nana and Grandperé were fabulous...
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Jul.26.2012
I was fortunate to have a real mentor at quite an early age who helped to transform me from a would-be poet to a real one. I had been in a few other workshops and had always aspired to be a writer, but not one of the workshop leaders or professors I had experienced up to that time...
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Jul.26.2012
She retired recently after forty years, the teacher who changed my life.
I had dreamed of being a writer since I was in second grade, but it wasn't until I took my first class with Kristin Lauer at Fordham University that I fell in love with writing itself.
She was my first and best creative...
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