Archives - October 2009


Oct. 2

The House on Mango Street


A Little Treasure

     It is a simple little book, only 110 pages long, but Sandra Cisneros has created a masterpiece.  It is a series of vignettes, the story of Esperanza Cordero, a young girl growing up in the Latino section of  Chicago.  The writing is simple enough for a young reader, but deep enough for readers of all ages.  One of my favorite chapters is titled "My Name."

          In English my name means hope.  In Spanish it means too many letters.  It means sadness, it means waiting.  It is like the number nine.  A muddy color.  It is the Mexican records my father plays on Sunday mornings when he is shaving, songs like sobbing.

          It was my great-grandmother's name and now it is mine.  She was a horse woman too, born like me in the Chinese year of the horse ...

Listening to the whispering pines

Hello. My name is Donna Cozart Pauley. Welcome to The Whispering Pines, a literary blog dedicated to my love of the written word. It is an eclectic collage of my life -- from my poems to my stories to my family to my pets to my causes to my photographs to my recipes to my love of teaching to my favorite literature. Please feel free to comment. Words are only important if they are heard or read. Just like those soundless trees falling in the forest.

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