Showing posts with label Dana Lee Stone. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Dana Lee Stone. Show all posts

Saturday, October 10, 2015

Havana

In Havana, the damas hang their laundry out like flags.
azules, negras, blancas, rojas --
tank tops and tee shirts with Che Guevara's face,
waving like banners of victory
Little girls' dresses one by one
hung up on the line to dry,
nearby, Papa's bar serves daiquiris, just the way he liked them.
White shirts like the ones he wore
hang row upon row on clotheslines.

I love the way  the damas hang out their laundry.
Not intending to create art.
They do anyway and in their way
welcome us to old Havana,
where you can still smell cigars and listen to
congas tap out a tropical dance.

Thursday, August 22, 2013

My Life So Far!

Thats me on the left with Franklin Golden, pastor of the Durham Presbyterian Church.





I was born on June 8, 1949 at Wright-Patterson Air Force Base in Ohio.  Several years later, my parents, Major and Mrs. Albert A. Stone, Jr., moved the family back to Virginia, where I grew up and graduated from Jefferson Sr. High School.  While in high school, I served as president of the National Honor Society, and co-editor of the school’s literary magazine.  I took my love of writing and literature to Mary Washington College, and later to Virginia Commonwealth University, where I received a Bachelor’s in English.  After working for a few years at a crisis center, I pursued my interest in psychology with a Master’s in Rehabilitation Counseling, then spent the next twelve years as an alcoholism counselor and case manager.



I'm an avid traveler, having made four trips to Europe, and living in Alaska for six years, where my son, Christopher, was born.  I often refer to Alaska as the most adventurous chapter in my life.  While there, I became immersed in Native culture and art, working for four years with the Sitka Native Education Program.  I've always considered Alaska my “spiritual home.”



My interest in education and young people inspired me to complete a Master’s in Library and Information Science at the University of Tennessee, which I refer to as “the greatest education possible.”  I became the first professional reference librarian at Brewton-Parker College in Georgia and developed many friendships there among the students and faculty.



I carried my passions for books and people to North Carolina, where I worked for four years at Edgecombe County Memorial Library in Tarboro.  There, I provided reference services and adult programming for the community.  The most memorable library program I arranged occurred shortly after Hurricane Floyd in 1999 and the “500 Year Flood” that followed.  I invited “Hero of the planet,” Rick Dove, of New Bern for a dynamic presentation about the causes of the flood and its after-effects. 

 I also helped initiate annual showings of student artwork, as well as exhibits from collectors in the community.  While working at the library, I created a weekly news column in the Daily Southerner newspaper called Books and Beyond, that covered book reviews and technology trends in the library.


I took my talents for grant writing, library renovation, and collection development to school libraries in North Carolina.  In 2001, I received a fellowship from the Library of Congress to join 49 other educators in the study of the Library’s American Memory Collection.  I was one of only two representatives from North Carolina.  While in D. C., I made a public appeal for support of school libraries, and met with John Hope Franklin, the distinguished scholar and author.  At this point, my interests in oral history, slave narratives, veterans’ stories, literacy, and American history blossomed.  After 20 years as an educator and librarian I'm working part-time, pursuing my passions for teaching, writing, poetry, children’s literature, and art.



Of all my interesting careers, I consider being a mother the most important and endearing aspect of her life.  My son, Chris, now in the Boston area, enriches my life immeasurably.



A lifelong Presbyterian, I'm also a member of the Phi Beta Mu International Honor Society, the Nasher Museum in Durham, P.E.N. America, the NC Writers' Network, and an avid supporter of the American Dance Festival, and the Full Frame Documentary Film Festival in Durham.


Sunday, June 9, 2013

First, Breathe



Then, fight,
For strength to go on.
Fight to re-gain
The equilibrium you had
Before the trauma.
In time, you will heal.
You will be free of the shock you now feel.
Reach out 
For help 
And hope --
And be present in the process.

Tuesday, February 19, 2013

Letter to God (c)

     Dear God,

     I'm just waiting for you to point me in the right direction.  Is it here -- or there?  I was at NC State last night -- Withers Hall, where there was a lecture on Lincoln by the renowned scholar, James McPherson.  On the way there. I noticed a few neighborhoods and thought to myself, "I could live there!"    Or what about those cute white cottages, all in a row?
     That night, I had a wonderful dream about being in Richmond at an arts festival where there was good conversation, good food.  Rich wood.  Sunshine. A glow.  Good friends.  A sense of belonging.    Intellectual stimulation.
     So how about it, God?  I'm not asking for a parting of the Red Sea, here!  I'm just asking for a small break.  I need a little help here.  Don't let me mess this up!
     I will keep in mind:  what is important?
     "This too shall pass,"  is the answer I hear.
     "Trust."
      I can trust in myself.  I can trust in You.