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Snow, Snow, Snow

Even though it is officially spring, winter is hanging on in Vermont as we are expecting a nor’easter over the next few days. Most of the state is under a winter storm warning and a wind advisory. This means, we are expecting to start with a wintry mix that will turn into 10-15” of a wet, heavy snow and high winds of 20-30 mph and gusts up to 50 mph. What does all of that mean? Travel conditions will be sketchy and likely difficult, and we are likely to lose electricity.

When we have this kind of weather, I wish I could just stay home. However, that’s not going to be possible. I have a doctor’s appointment later this afternoon, about the time the snow is to begin, but maybe the snow will either be light on my way home, or it will start later than expected. I might be able to work from home, but I’m guessing that won’t be likely. Then on Friday, I have to drive to Syracuse, New York, to present at a workshop on Saturday. This late winter storm is forecasted to be over by early Friday morning, so as long as Vermont and New York keep up with plowing and treating the roads, it shouldn’t be a bad trip. Besides, I’m looking forward to the workshop Saturday.


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Come Let Us Be Friends

Come Let Us Be Friends
By Sarah Lee Brown Fleming

Come, let us be friends, you and I,
    E’en though the world doth hate at this hour;
Let’s bask in the sunlight of a love so high
    That war cannot dim it with all its armed power.

Come, let us be friends, you and I,
    The world hath her surplus of hatred today;
She needeth more love, see, she droops with a sigh,
    Where her axis doth slant in the sky far away.

Come, let us be friends, you and I,
    And love each other so deep and so well,
That the world may grow steady and forward fly,
    Lest she wander towards chaos and drop into hell.

About This Poem

“Come Let Us Be Friends” appears in Sarah Lee Brown Fleming’s poetry collection Clouds and Sunshine (The Cornhill Company, 1920). In Afro-American Women Writers, 1746–1933: An Anthology and Critical Guide (G.K. Hall, 1988), American journalist and associate librarian, Ann Allen Shockley, remarks that Fleming “has been unnoticed as an early novelist and poet of the twentieth century. Her books were not mentioned in Jet’s brief historical capsule about her. She is remembered more for her social and civic contributions than for her writing. […] [A]nd despite the energy she poured into community work, she managed to write songs, plays, musicals, skits, short stories, and essays. She felt that her writing would be better, however, if she were able to improve her mind. Thus, she tried to strengthen her educational background by taking correspondence courses, particularly in creative writing.” In the anthology Shadowed Dreams: Women’s Poetry of the Harlem Renaissance (Rutgers University Press, 2006), author and editor Maureen Honey notes that “although [Fleming’s] poetry never made it into journals of the Harlem Renaissance, she exemplifies many of the movement’s tenets in her determination to combine political, intellectual, and creative work as a way to move the race forward.”

About the Poet

Sarah Lee Brown Fleming, born on January 10, 1875, in Charleston, South Carolina, was an activist and a writer. She also became the first African American teacher in Brooklyn’s educational system. Fleming authored a novel, Hope’s Highway (The Neale Publishing Company, 1918), and a poetry collection, Clouds and Sunshine (The Cornhill Company, 1920). She died on January 5, 1963.

This poem is in the public domain. Published in Poem-a-Day on March 17, 2024, by the Academy of American Poets.


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A Long and Busy Monday

Not only is it going to be a busy Monday, it’s going to be a busy week. I have to prepare for a class I’m teaching tomorrow. I’ll be teaching about objects I do not know anything about nor do I understand them. I just hope that when I pull the items, they make a bit more sense than when I looked them up in our database. I’m also hosting a guest today, which means not only a tour of the museum and several meetings, but also dinner tonight. It will be a long 12-hour day. I’ll leave home at around 7 am this morning and probably not get back home until at least 7 pm this evening. I just hope everything goes as planned today; if so, if it all goes smoothly, it shouldn’t be too tiring. At least I’ll get a good dinner tonight. We’ll be going to a restaurant that I love. The restaurant is really the only one nice enough to take guests to, but I’m told our former alternate restaurant is finally opening back up after being closed since the July floods caused massive damage in the restaurant. The rumor had been that it was closed permanently, but it looks like it will finally open again.


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Moment of Zen: Tanlines


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When I was growing up, my dad always had Good Friday as a holiday. It was the day he traditionally planted his garden. He always said that was the tradition that planting season started on Good Friday. I don’t know if anyone else has that tradition, and my father doesn’t keep that tradition anymore.