Dr. Kellie D. Brown

Me, too. It feels like an explanation for why people act in the way that they do, the quality of light they allow to shine on them

"The quality of light by which we scrutinize our lives has direct bearing upon the product which we live, and upon the changes which we hope to bring about through those lives." Audre Lorde

Silent Screams a poem

I invite you to read my reflection about what it means to give yourself and others permission to be authentic. And if you've ever felt the need to scream in the car, my poem is about that, too. #poetry
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Same

I agree. And in many ways. Forced to be in person even though I'm immune compromised, and all the rest.

Same

Yes, and I think I'm still carrying that around in my body and spirit. It has contributed to exhaustion and burnout.

I loved this.

Beautiful and profound

Amazing

Thank you, Joel

Thank you ❤️

I enjoyed your essay. I was also obsessed with Harriet the Spy and pretended to be her.

Kellie Brown – The Living Among the Dead Dr. Kellie Brown is a violinist, conductor, music educator, and award-winning writer whose book, The Sound of Hope: Music as Solace, Resistance and Salvation during the Holocaust and World War II (…

This is an essay I wrote about a family cemetery as place. thegalwayreview.com/2023/12/16/k...

This is fabulous, Joel. I'm going to be thinking about it for awhile.

You'll have to build up to it again. Quite a workout

Two violinists secretly pine for each other.

Fiddled Rivalry

Yay

Ugh!!!!! We live in the dumbest timeline.

Book book cover that reads The Oxford Compedium of Hope edited by Anthony Scioli and Steven C. van den Heuvel

I'm excited that my chapter "Music as Hope" has released in @oxfordunipress.bsky.social The Oxford Compendium of Hope, a cross-disciplinary collection of hope scholarship from over 70 scholars across fourteen disciplines. And it's Open Access. #Academic global.oup.com/academic/pro...

And we are closed tomorrow. Ugh

I loved it. Such vivid images. And it connects to my childhood fears of hell.

That is good. Reminded me of Flannery O'Connor.

I'm glad you got to enjoy that. We have to find little pleasures where we can.

What time are we eating? (That's one of my favorite menus.)

Snow covered lawn with shadow of tree limbs. Scattered Hoof prints

Deer prints in the snow

Visions A poem about the aging of bodies and places

I'm excited to have my poem "Visions" published in Corporeal. I hope it is an honest look at the aging of bodies and places, of beginnings and endings.
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#poetry #writersky

Yes. I'm heartbroken

Place, material culture, arts

I am so sad. She made me laugh, which is a rare thing.