Saturday, December 7, 2013

The Bear By N. Scott Momaday


what ruse of vision,
escaping the wall of leaves,
rending incision
into countless surfaces.
Would cull and color
his somnolence, whose old age
has outworn valor
all but the fact of courage?
Seen, he doesn't come,
Move, but seems forever there,
dimensionless, dumb,
in the windless noon's hot glare.
More scarred than others,
These years since the trap mained him,
Pain slants his withers,
drawing up the crooked limb.
Then he is gone, whole,
without urgency, from sight,
as buzzards control,
imperceptibly, their flight.

Tuesday, November 12, 2013

Hillary Diane Rodham Clinton: Woman of ther World by Vanity Fair Magazine


Woman of the World

In her ninth year as America’s most admired woman, Hillary Clinton is dealing with radical change across the globe, as well as trying to transform U.S. diplomacy on the nuts-and-coffee level. But despite the secretary of state’s punishing pace—half a million miles in her Boeing 757—and the complex relationship between her and President Obama, Clinton seems clear about what she can (and can’t) accomplish, and, as Jonathan Alter reports, her friends are clear about something else: Madam Secretary is in her element.
THE PERILS OF HILLARY As secretary of state, Hillary Clinton finds herself dealing with foreign upheaval not seen since the fall of the Soviet Union.
It was four a.m. when Hillary Clinton’s plane touched down at Andrews Air Force Base, and by midmorning she was in the Oval Office conferring with President Obama. The night before, as her plane was en route from Tunis, they had agreed that the vote of the United Nations Security Council to impose a no-fly zone on Libya meant that it was now decision time on launching a third American war in the Middle East, though no one in the U.S. government dared call it that. Muammar Qaddafi was ramping up his genocidal threats, pledging to show “no mercy” toward his own people (whom he described as “rats”) in the eastern city of Benghazi. Inside the White House, the president quickly settled on an American bombing campaign, but he and the secretary of state thought strongly that Great Britain and France should be seen as taking the lead. They agreed that there was no choice but for Hillary to sit down in person with both British prime minister David Cameron and French president Nicolas Sarkozy. “I’m sorry, Hillary, but you’re going to fly over the Atlantic again,” said Obama, who was about to leave on his own foreign trip, to Brazil. So only hours after landing from Tunis, she was headed back to Paris.
By then it was clear that the “Arab Spring” of 2011 was creating tumult not just in the Middle East but inside the Obama administration. Not since the fall of Communism, in the late 80s, has a U.S. administration faced a chain reaction of foreign crises that seemed so much out of its control.
At first, Hillary looked clairvoyant: in January, when the street protests were still small in Tunisia, she lectured decrepit dictatorial regimes at a conference in Qatar that “the region’s foundations are sinking into the sand.” Within days, demonstrators filled Cairo’s Tahrir Square, a vibrant plea for greater freedom that swiftly spread to Jordan, Yemen, Bahrain, Oman, Libya, and eventually even Syria.

But if Madam Secretary could be ahead of the curve, she was also sometimes behind it, caught in a dizzying series of upheavals that left her both exhilarated and exhausted. In early February, Hillary said the regime of Hosni Mubarak was “stable”; he was gone 17 days later. When she felt White House officials were pushing too hard in public statements for Mubarak to resign, Hillary complained to President Obama, who was unmoved. Yet on the big picture, especially the need to isolate the menacing regime in Tehran, the president and his secretary of state fully agreed. They understood immediately that, for all the facile accusations of inconsistency and hypocrisy, a one-size-fits-all foreign policy wouldn’t work. Doctrines, they felt, were for the doctrinaire.
Hillary had been one of the first in the administration to privately raise the issue of a no-fly zone. But she retreated when her main ally in the Cabinet, Defense Secretary Robert Gates, loudly and publicly said a no-fly zone would mean attacking ground positions, and it was a bad idea to get involved in Libya. The White House was searching for a way to arm the rebels—a strategy Hillary found problematic—but also resisted a no-fly zone. “Lots of people throw around phrases like no-fly zone. They talk about it as though it’s just a video game,” White House chief of staff Bill Daley said dismissively.
Hillary decided to push her case on March 12, after the Arab League voted to request action from the U.N. Security Council—an extraordinary decision to break Arab ranks and ask the nations they had for so long denounced as colonialists to help. “Their statement moved her,” said a close aide, adding that two meanings of “moved” applied.
A myth quickly arose that the women in the administration—Clinton, U.N. ambassador Susan Rice, and national-security aide Samantha Power, whose Pulitzer Prize–winning book on genocide was influential in Obama’s thinking—drove the debate. “The idea that the girls pushed the boys into war is ludicrous,” says Anne-Marie Slaughter, who until recently served as director of policy planning at State. “We were dismissed for months as soft liberals concerned about ‘peripheral’ development issues like women and girls, and now we’re Amazonian Valkyrie warmongers. Please.” In truth, the president, as usual, was not persuaded by anyone to change his mind. He was always a reluctant warrior and decided to intervene only when imminent atrocities in Benghazi made sitting on his hands even riskier.
What the women policymakers did do was help mobilize the alliance. Rice worked hard for the broadest possible language in U.N. Resolution 1973, to allow maximum allied flexibility, while Hillary made sure that China and Russia abstained instead of vetoing the resolution.
Hillary already spends much of her life on her plane, but for six crucial days in March she might just as well have used her seat belt as a fashion accessory, flying nearly 20,000 miles on the Washington-Paris-Cairo-Tunis-Washington-Paris-Washington route. On March 14 and 15, she met with Nicolas Sarkozy. The French president was gung-ho to attack Qaddafi, who by then was reversing rebel advances and regaining the offensive. After taking the measure of Mahmoud Jibril, recognized as one of the leaders of Libya’s transitional government, Hillary agreed to U.S. intervention if the U.N. backed it. Viewing television images of the dictator’s brutality from her quarters at the U.S. ambassador’s residence strengthened her resolve. She took to seconding her husband’s much-repeated line that the biggest mistake of his presidency was doing nothing to prevent genocide in Rwanda.
Hillary’s personal connection to Sarkozy helped cement the coalition. In 2010, Sarkozy had gallantly steadied her after a shoe had come off her foot as she climbed the stone steps of the Élysée Palace. (“I may not be Cinderella but you’re certainly my Prince Charming!” Hillary inscribed a photo, which sits in his office.) Now, over mixed fruit and chocolate, the French president took the normal diplomatic flattery a step further in their “bilat” (diplo-speak for bilateral talks). “Hillary, I always like being with you,” he told her. “You are tough. You are smart. You are a good person.”
From Paris, on the 15th, she went with some trepidation to Cairo, where many young protesters still angry about her support for Mubarak refused to meet with her. Others vented to her face in a Four Seasons conference room before the mood changed and they talked about democracy building. Her 10 to 15 minutes in Tahrir Square the next day (where she was greeted cordially) and drop-by in Tunisia on March 17 left her small security detail jittery; the local authorities, her guards felt, had no clue what they were doing. She arrived back in Washington early on March 18 before heading across the Atlantic again. She arrived in Paris at six a.m. on March 19 and set to work rounding up support from other allies.
The rollout of the “kinetic military action” (the ridiculous euphemism used to avoid the word “war”) was botched and misleading. Hillary had little warning before Sarkozy announced that French planes were in the skies over Libya. At her Paris press conference she made it seem, with her frequent references to “they” and “them”—with the U.S. providing “assistance”—that someone else was leading the intervention. Hillary was safely on her plane en route back to Washington on the evening of March 19 when the world would learn that the core of the attack—112 cruise missiles directed at Libyan targets—was largely American. It would be another 10 days before she would go to London to arrange for the military campaign to be handled by nato. Whatever the burden-sharing logistics, the United States was in deep now, on a course that no one could predict.

Madam Secretary
For Barack Obama, the Arab Spring and its aftermath will shape just one critical piece of his record. But, for Hillary Clinton, the swirling challenges of the region are likely to determine her legacy. Many diplomats remain anxious; the world they knew has been upended. Yet they also understand that the months ahead will be Hillary’s moment to help turn those ripples into a permanent tide of reform and renewal.

Wednesday, October 16, 2013

One Pelican at a Time by Nancy Stewart


A children's book review by Author and Editor-in-Chief of My Light Magazine Jennifer Gladen. 


One Pelican at a Time

by Nancy Stewart
Illustrated by Samantha Bell

Hardcover ISBN: 978-1-61633-138-2; 1616331380
Paperback ISBN: 978-1-61633-139-9; 1616331399
eBook ISBN: 978-1-61633-140-5; 1616331402


 Bella and Britt love living by the beach. When they find oil washing to shore from a gulf spill, they want to help but are told there is nothing for kids to do. But when their old friend, the crooked beak pelican, becomes covered with oil, they help save his life by their quick thinking and action.


One Pelican at a Time by Nancy Stewart is an inspiring story about two friends, a crooked beaked pelican, and an oil spill. Bella and Britt discover the damage an oil spill caused in the Gulf of Mexico one afternoon. With a sense of urgency, the girls look for a way to help save the beach and the animals, but are told there's not much a child can do. 

However, when their old friend, the crooked beaked pelican gets harmed by the oil, the girls knew they had to do something. With some smart, quick, thinking they find help for the pelican and in the process learn the many steps it takes to fix a big problem like an oil spill. 

Author Nancy Stewart handled this big issue with great style. In addition to the story, she offers resources for more information on the event of an oil spill. Illustrator Samantha Bell's artwork complimented the story well with colorful, bright, and realistic illustrations.

One Pelican at a Time is an all around great book.

Get a taste for yourself in the trailer below:

Where to get One Pelican at a Time:
Guardian Angel Publishing
Barnes and Noble

About Nancy Stewart:

After having been an elementary school teacher, a consultant with New Options Inc. in New York City, and a university professor of education, Nancy now writes children’s books full time. She, her husband, and three sons lived in London for eight years where she was a consultant to several universities, including Cambridge.

Nancy travels extensively through out the world, most particularly Africa. She is the US chair of a charity in Lamu, Kenya, that places girls in intermediate schools to allow them to further their education. She and her family live in St. Louis and Clearwater Beach, Florida. Nancy is the author of two other Bella books, Bella Saves the Beach and Sea Turtle Summer. Both will be published by Guardian Angel Publishing. Visit Nancy at as well as her blog at

About Samantha Bell

Samantha Bell lives in the upstate of South Carolina with her husband, four children, and lots of animals. She’s a homeschooling mom by day and a writer and illustrator by night. Her poems, stories, articles, and illustrations have been published both online and in print. Please view her online portfolio at as well as her art lessons for children at

Thursday, September 19, 2013

Oh, Forgotten Umbrella...

People forget who you are.
They walk through many countries,
and the earth rotates,
Day and night shift, confused.
Stars have forgotten their names,
All night, they stare at the darkness,
Out of breath, dancing barefoot.
O, forgotten umbrella,...
Jupiter skipped you,
Moon winked at you,
Venus spoke to you, from the distance.

Tuesday, August 20, 2013

Gregory John Norman

Greg Norman

Greg Norman

Gregory John Norman also known as ‘The Great White Shark’ was the top golfer of the 1980s and 90s. Along with 85 wins in international tournaments to his name, Norman also emerged as a successful entrepreneur. 
Norman was born on 10th February 1955 in Mount Isa, Queensland, Australia. He received his initial schooling from Townsville Grammar School in Townsville and then attended Aspley State High School in Brisbane. He was very keen about sports since his childhood. He played cricket and rugby and also enjoyed surfing. Norman’s mother was an occasional golf player so golf was nothing new for him. He started at the age of 15 as his mother’s caddy and in just two years he had mastered the game. He played at scratch and took part in amateur tournaments throughout Australia while preparing to become an Aussie PGA professional. Norman became a professional when he was 21. He won his first game in 1976 at Westlakes Classic that took place in Australia. The next year he participated in the European Tour and won the 1977 Martini international.

His list of professional triumphs is huge. He had an aggressive style and a courteous attitude.  He remained the number 1 ranked golf player of the world for 331 weeks during the 1980s and 1990s. He was the first player to earn one million dollars not once but four times. That’s not all; he also earned more than $10 million in 1996 at the PGA Tour and three years later his earnings exceeded $12 million. He won atleast one tournament every year from 1976 to 1990. Norman has received almost sixty international titles that include twenty PGA Tour and seventeen European Tour successes. He has also been a winner of the British Open twice; he defeated Gordon Brand in 1986 and Nick Faldo in 1993. Greg Norman received the Arnold Palmer Awards in 1986, 1990 and 1995 and the Vardon Trophies in 1988, 1989 and 1994. He was the PGA Tour Player of the Year in 1995. In 2001, he was inducted in the World Golf Hall of Fame. Norman was named BBC Sports Overseas Personality of the Year in 1986 and then again in 1993.

Norman is also the most efficacious off-course entrepreneur. He established his own golf course design in 1987 which he named the ‘Greg Norman Golf Course Design’. This company has made over 70 golf courses all over the world. This was one of the many upcoming business ventures by him. He founded a winemaking company named the Greg Norman Estates Wine. His very first wine called the Cabernet Merlot blend got rave reviews and the Wine Spectator magazine selected it as one of the 100 best wines of 1999. The Shark was just as successful a businessman as he was a golfer. His company Greg Norman Estates Wine was acclaimed by several enthusiasts and he has many loyal drinkers of his wines. He is also the owner of the Great White Shark Enterprises which is a multi-national corporation with interests mainly in golf and golf lifestyle. Currently he resides in Florida with his wife Laura and two children.

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Thursday, July 25, 2013

Things Will Change

To all those who struggle yet hope
for a better future, Listen to what I say:
Keep in mind-both the rich and the well to do
will face God's judgment day,
Diligence and intelligence are key
for ya to pave the way,
and American dreams shall stay,
The bottom line,
Poverty cannot ruin your mind wire,
Youth is wealthy element,
Your money wealth is up in Heaven
and it takes wisdom to validate
your value, that's important.

Tuesday, July 16, 2013

A Toccata in Haste by Misky


We are friends of Bach’s collective lab-
rinth conscience. We leave a thousand
notes at rest midair, whipped together
eighteen measures per second as we
speed music over our ears, translating
great works to a refrained blur. And we
fear we’ve sickened the great man in haste.

Saturday, June 29, 2013

What Color Is Love? By Marjorie E. Tish

There is gold in the air all around us-
There's blue in the sky above-
There is green in the grass we walk on
but tell me, what color is love?
I'm hoping it's wondrously pretty-
A beauty more lastingly kind-
I know if I search in the right place,
A treasure of love I shall find...
So tell me, what color is love?
The pleasure of dancing is rhythms;
The pressure on lips is sweet.
The surging of warmth and emotion
is building my heart's quickened beat!
Dear, tell me-what color is love?
Sheer madness within me increases
thrill of a fountain of youth...
I know I shall feel happy
as soon as I have chance meeting the truth,
please! tell me, what color is love?