(inspired by Goodnight, Moon, by Margaret Wise Brown.) The sun is high The air is still And everything that will be, will. Cars racing on the GSP and the lady conductor asking, “tickets, please.” Summer, trees, hydrangeas Cool ocean breeze and jughandles Every town in descending order, and memories calling from every corner Goodbye, Jersey […]
I thought I was the only one who thought that tomatoes had changed. Gone was the deep red color- and totally gone was the fragrant aroma and tangy sweetness that my memory associates with tomatoes. Tomatoland is a book that partly explores this travesty, and goes deeper to expose the common practices of companies in the Florida out-of-season tomato industry: the overuse of pesticides & fertilizers, the widespread use of illegal migrant workers and their mistreatment, the lobbying power of the Florida Tomato Board, and what is being done to offer the consumer better alternatives.
In the process of mourning there are stages, I think, that a person has to go through to be able to get to a point of peace. There is no set time limit, there is no formula. For me, part of the process involved going back home, going back to New Jersey.
To honestly say “I am a writer” I have to deliberately be a writer.
Friends come & go, people move, change schools, jobs and grow apart.
Lupita Tucker