If you've stopped by here recently you probably know Deborah passed away last week. Here are two poems she wrote, compliments of Lance Mannion.
~ Connie
Rebecca Skloot: The Immortal Life of Henrietta Lacks
featured on the cover of this week's Publishers Weekly, under a cover line saying "The Making of a Bestseller 2010."
Fries Kenny: The History of My Shoes and the Evolution of Darwin's Theory
John Hockenberry: Moving Violations: War Zones, Wheelchairs, and Declarations of Independence
Gregory Orr: Concerning the Book that is the Body of the Beloved
William O'Daly: Still Another Day
nominated for a Quill Award in Poetry
Stephen Kuusisto: Eavesdropping: A Memoir of Blindness and Listening
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thanks. thanks. thanks.
Posted by: bibliochef | November 01, 2006 at 10:23 PM
I stumbled upon your memorial page for Deborah Tall and was touched by what you had to say. She seems to have been quite a person. I happened to discover her From Where We Stand recently and had never heard of her previously. Coincidentally I am moving to New York State, a couple hundred miles south of Seneca Falls. I'm only 20 pages into the book and was so moved by her prose that I rushed to find out more about her.
I plan to buy her other work. I will pass on the word, her words. Thanks.
Posted by: jack | September 30, 2007 at 02:36 PM
I was devastated to learn of Deborah's death in 2006 and have since tried to temper my grief--do we ever really say thank you?--with the lessons her life teaches me. Still, a measure of grace is gone from us; we have lost something truly irrecoverable. She was my first, and my best, reader and real teacher. I'm happy to find this moving memorial. Thank you, Stephen.
Posted by: tessa | January 09, 2008 at 07:25 PM