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Writers in the Schools (WITS) Writer To Present at Houston Public Library

An Afternoon with Mignette Patrick Dorsey 

as part of the Houston Public Library “An Afternoon With” Author Series

Saturday, February 25 | 1 PM

Henington-Alief Regional Library

WITS writer and award-winning journalist Mignette Patrick Dorsey will discuss her book, Speak Truth to Power: The Story of Charles Patrick, a Civil Rights Pioneer, which tells the story of the author’s father. Charles Patrick’s quest for justice in segregated Alabama on the eve of the civil rights movement represents a telling instance of the growing determination of African Americans to be treated fairly; it was part of the broadening and deepening stream of resolve that led to the widespread activism of the civil rights movement.

Father/Son Writing Duo

WITS writers often turn to Paul Fleischman when they teach choral poetry. His book Joyful Noise: Poems for Two Voices has delightful, double-column poems about insects. The poems, which include everything from a love affair between lice to fireflies writing in the sky, are written for two readers alternating turns.

What I did not realize until recently is that Paul’s father Sid Fleischman was also an accomplished writer, who like his son, is a recipient of a Newbery Award. In addition to writing screenplays, Sid is the author of notable children’s books such as The Whipping Boy.

For anyone interested in knowing what it is like to be a writer (and a magician), Sid Fleischman’s book The Abracadabra Kid: A Writer’s Life offers one picture. The book is divided into 43 short chapters that begin with humorous excerpts from letters that Fleischman has received over the years from children. One child, after being asked by his teacher to write a thank-you letter to Fleischman, the visiting author at his school, wastes no time getting to his main point, “Please don’t come back to my school. I hate to write letters.”

Try this:
Go to your local library this week and check out some books by Paul and Sid Fleischman! Then, write a poem for two voices. Record your poem with a friend or parent!

by Marcia Chamberlain, Writers in the Schools

When I Moved

My memory is when I moved to Texas from England. I remember that we were in the airport and my mom, dad, and my sister started crying because they didn’t want to leave. They were all older than me and had more to say goodbye to than me. We moved because my dad got a job in Houston. In 2003 we moved, I do like it here, but I really loved England because that’s where I was born. I could smell my house even when we were in the airport. My memory is important because it is one of the most important things that has happened to me in my life. It’s a milestone in my life.

By Laura, 3rd grade

Photo by pauline tai via Flickr

Discounted Tickets for Friends of WITS — 40% Off

Writers in the Schools (WITS) is offering a special discounted ticket to the annual A Celebration of Story gala on November 4th. For a limited time only, the $250 seats are available for $150.  Come meet Jeannette Walls, best-selling author of The Glass Castle, in a rare Houston visit.

Jeannette’s story about  how she survived a dysfunctional upbringing of poverty and abandonment to become an award-winning author has inspired millions of readers to share their own stories about overcoming adversity.

Jeannette’s memoirs, The Glass Castle and Half-Broke Horses, will be on sale courtesy of Brazos Bookstore. Proceeds from the event  will support creative writing programs for under-served children.  Purchase your ticket today by clicking here or call 713-523-3877.

Critics have called Jeannette Walls’ memoir, The Glass Castle, “spectacular,” “extraordinary,” “incredible,” and “riveting.” It has been a New York Times best-seller for more than three years, has sold more than two million copies, been translated into 16 languages, and is being made into a movie by Paramount. Read more

WITS has been engaging students in the pleasure and power of reading and writing since 1983. Thank you for helping us to bring the joy of writing to the children who need it most.

My Parents

I was born here, but my parents are from Vietnam. School is harsh there. The teachers hit you with a ruler or put you in the sun all day if you do something bad. You can buy an ox to carry the stuff you grow to the market. The huts in Vietnam don’t have electricity so you can only cook over a fire. In Vietnam taking a bath is pouring water over your head or swimming in a lake.

My mom and dad didn’t want a life of misery for me so they had to move to America. My dad had to leave my grandpa in the Vietnam war. My dad now gets mad if you even talk about war. My grandma died of liver cancer. My mom gets mad if we talk about sickness.

When my parents first came to America they saw really nice people. They joined a class where they teach you how to speak English. I never got a chance to meet my grandpa or relatives in Vietnam. I don’t know what my grandpas’, grandmas’, uncles’, or aunts’ names are.  My mom and dad worry about why they left the rest of my family.  I worry about my parents.

by Brian, 4th grade

My Father is Like a Tulip

Mi papá es como un tulipán

Mi papá es un hombre cariñoso.
Tiene mucha amistad con mi mamá
Y le tiene mucho amor y amistad a todos.
El nos quiere mucho.
El es como un tulipán
que nos da mucho cariño,
que nos da mucho amor
y mucha amistad.
El quiere mucho a mi mamá.
A veces le ayuda a lavar los trastes.
Mi papá es como un tulipán que tiene mucha amistad.

~

My Father is Like a Tulip

My father is a loving man.
He shows much kindness to my mother.
And he shows much kindness and love to all.
He loves us very much.
He is like a tulip
that shows us all kindness,
that shows us all love
and friendship.
He loves my mother very much.
Sometimes, he helps her wash the dishes.
My father is like a tulip, full of kindness.

By Paulina, 3rd grade

[Photo by Denis Collette via Flickr]

Metáforas familiares ~ Family Metaphors


[Photo by Chaval via Flickr]
Mi papá Juan es el rey de la casa.
Mi hermano Brandon es un buho en la noche, nunca se quiere dormir.
Mi hermano Emanuel es una abeja, le encantan los dulces.
Mi papá Juan es un gallo porque se levanta temprano.
Mi prima es una gallina, siempre se asusta y llora.
Mi tío es una hormiga, trabaja todo el tiempo.
Mi hermano es una tortuga cuando se baña.
Mi primo Orlando es un ogro cuando se enoja.

My father Juan is the king of the house.
My brother Brandon is an owl at night, he never wants to sleep.
My brother Emanuel is a bee, he loves sweets.
My father is a rooster because he always wakes up early
My cousin is a chicken, she is always afraid and cries.
My uncle is an ant, he works all the time.
My brother is a turtle when he bathes.
My cousin Orlando is an ogre when he gets mad.

By Luis Flores, 3rd grade

Startled

floating feather by ragorderI’m startled. Shakespeare, whisper music
in my ears. Floating down still pond.
Singing softly to Mama’s tune. Rocking
down river. Falling asleep in moon’s
glint of sunshine. I’m still learning
to be unfortunate. Dad’s on a mission
so it’s just Mama and me. The laundry
will take a bath in the river. The baby
bear’s little claws will take some
honey. Mom mad. Oh well!

By Emma, 4th grade
[photo by Ragorder via flickr]

The Factory

disused factory by amandabhslater

The factory stood there, isolated from the rest.
A girl nearby was gazing intently upon it
Like a lost person searching for a place to stay.
She hoped to stay there forever.
The girl nearby was gazing intently upon it,
She could smell the wonderful aroma of sweet vanilla ̶
She hoped to stay there forever,
In the large factory everyday for the rest of her life.
She could smell the wonderful aroma of sweet vanilla
Trying to make her father proud
In the large factory everyday for the rest of her life.
So she went in and spoke to the people,
Trying to make her father proud.
And reluctantly, she got the job.
She went in and spoke to the people.
It was very different from what she expected.
And reluctantly, she got the job.
Like a lost person searching for a place to stay,
It was very different from what she expected.
The factory stood there, isolated from the rest.

By Angela, 7th grade
[photo by amandabhslater via flickr]

The Best

alone by la plume et le ventDad, don’t you know I’ve gotten
so big since you last saw me
that I’m in high school now, so stop
sending me Barbies for Christmas.

Dad, don’t you know that I’ve changed
my mind about being a doctor,
that my place is up on the stage, not in
the surgery room with its quiet light.

Dad, don’t you know that I’ve accomplished
so much, jumped so many hurdles,
faced so many fears that I’m so
proud of myself. I hope somehow
I’ve made you proud, too.

By Jennifer, 9th grade
[photo by la plume et le vent via flickr]

Love is the Mother Penguin

Love is the mother penguin.emperor-penguins-pencil-drawing-by-poyee-lam
It is when she leans to her chicks,
The baby penguins cuddle to her,
That makes her happy.

Love is the father penguin.
It is as he dives faithfully for food,
The chicks wait expectantly.

Love is the chicks.
It is when they go to their parents for warmth.

It is a loving family.

By Lauren, 6th grade
[pencil drawing by Poyee Lam via flickr]

Out the Door

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It’s two in the afternoon and my dad is passed out on the couch snoring like an old Chevy truck. I need to leave. As I walk out the door, I feel the breeze that fills the sky during this autumn day. The birds are all chirping; the smell of life is in the air. Colorful leaves slowly fall from the trees as that breeze passes. I get my fishing pole ready and start walking down the dry dirt road toward the lake.

By Kelley Elizando, age 16

Fall

Winter, my winter, is no winter.
It’s only

Fall.

Turkey and stuffing make

Fall

delicious and my girlfriend
makes me so cool and cuddly
which makes my world

Fall

in love.

But sometimes the moon makes my mood

Fall

to the ground.

And then my dad starts to cook
just like my cozy mom
which makes my dad

Fall

into the best cooker-category in all of cooker-land.

by Michael, 5th Grade