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- Walt Whitman2 savers
- August by Mary Oliver | Poetry Magazine1 savers
- The Real Prayers Are Not the Words, But the… | Poetry Magazine1 savers
- Charlie Howard’s Descent by Mark Doty | Poetry Foundation1 savers
- Poem of the Day | Poetry Foundation4 savers
- When Lilacs Last in the Dooryard Bloom’d by Walt… | Poetry Foundation1 savers
- I Hear America Singing by Walt Whitman | Poetry Foundation1 savers
- Song of Myself (1892 version) by Walt Whitman | Poetry Foundation4 savers
- Diversity, Equity, Inclusion, Cultural Competence and Linguistic Competence (DEICCLR) – The New Jersey Council on Developmental Disabilities1 savers
- F-Words in Childhood Disability | CanChild1 savers
- Addressing Healthy Food Access through Partnerships in the Lehigh Valley – Lehigh Valley Community Hub1 savers
- 31 Days of Mental Health: Help for Underserved Communities1 savers
- Don’t Judge 'I’m Glad My Mom Died' by Its Title - The Atlantic1 savers
- Crying in H Mart | The New Yorker6 savers
- Joan Didion, The Art of Fiction39 savers
- When Her Mother Died, She Found Solace at a Korean Grocery - The New York Times1 savers
- ‘Crying in H Mart’ Made Michelle Zauner a Literary Star. What's Next? - The New York Times1 savers
- The Biology of Grief - The New York Times1 savers
- Understanding Grief - The New York Times1 savers
- There Is No Vaccine for Grief - The New York Times1 savers
- Poem: 88 Days - The New York Times1 savers
- After My Aunt Died, I Had a Few Questions for David Schwimmer - The New York Times1 savers
- ‘That’s Why I Picked a Younger Man’ - The New York Times1 savers
- Opinion | I Thought No One Had Felt Grief Like Mine. Then I Saw ‘The Bear.’ - The New York Times1 savers
- Modern Love: ‘Thank You for Ruining Me’ - The New York Times1 savers
- ‘No Love Is Ever Wasted’ - The New York Times1 savers
- Persons with a Disability: Labor Force Characteristics - 20221 savers
- Curius / Onboarding2621 savers
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"America's poet... He is America."[
Walt Whitmanit’s all right, that he knows they didn’t believe him when he said he couldn’t swim, and blesses his killers in the way that only the dead can afford to forgive.
Charlie Howard’s Descent by Mark Doty | Poetry Foundationbut finally useful, a tool, all the jokes a chair, stiff-backed to keep the spine straight, a table, a lamp.
Charlie Howard’s Descent by Mark Doty | Poetry FoundationLo, body and soul—this land, My own Manhattan with spires, and the sparkling and hurrying tides, and the ships, The varied and ample land, the South and the North in the light, Ohio’s shores and flashing Missouri, And ever the far-spreading prairies cover’d with grass and corn.
When Lilacs Last in the Dooryard Bloom’d by Walt… | Poetry FoundationEach singing what belongs to him or her and to none else, The day what belongs to the day—at night the party of young fellows, robust, friendly, Singing with open mouths their strong melodious songs.
I Hear America Singing by Walt Whitman | Poetry FoundationDo I contradict myself? Very well then I contradict myself, (I am large, I contain multitudes.)
Song of Myself (1892 version) by Walt Whitman | Poetry FoundationWelcome is every organ and attribute of me, and of any man hearty and clean, Not an inch nor a particle of an inch is vile, and none shall be less familiar than the rest.
Song of Myself (1892 version) by Walt Whitman | Poetry FoundationClear and sweet is my soul, and clear and sweet is all that is not my soul.
Song of Myself (1892 version) by Walt Whitman | Poetry FoundationHave you reckon’d a thousand acres much? have you reckon’d the earth much? Have you practis’d so long to learn to read? Have you felt so proud to get at the meaning of poems?
Song of Myself (1892 version) by Walt Whitman | Poetry FoundationFor every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.
Song of Myself (1892 version) by Walt Whitman | Poetry FoundationNJCDD defines cultural competence in our members and staff as (a) being aware of each of our cultures, beliefs, values and identities, how these may be different from the individuals and families that we serve, and of the dynamics of difference; (b) valuing this diversity; (c) adapting to the diversity and cultural contexts of the communities we serve and ensuring that our policies and practices respect and reflect cultural beliefs, values and identities; (d) having institutionalized cultural knowledge; and (e) having the capacity for and commitment to conducting organizational self-assessment…
Diversity, Equity, Inclusion, Cultural Competence and Linguistic Competence (DEICCLR) – The New Jersey Council on Developmental DisabilitiesF-Words in Childhood Disability It's Official! The FREE online F-Words Foundations Course is Now Available!! Click on the buttons in the image below to learn more! What are the F-words for Child Development? In 2011, Dr. Rosenbaum and Dr. Gorter published a paper titled: "The 'F-words' in Childhood Disability: I swear this is how we should think!" The paper features six F-words that the authors state should be the focus in childhood disability - Functioning, Family, Fitness, Fun, Friends, and Future. Functioning: refers to what people do - how things are done is not what is important Family: r…
F-Words in Childhood Disability | CanChildFuture: is what life is all about
F-Words in Childhood Disability | CanChildBut those people haven’t read the book. McCurdy takes her time to remember difficult and complex moments of her life, staying true to her younger self while ultimately trying to come to terms with who she is as an independent adult. It’s a triumph of the confessional genre.
Don’t Judge 'I’m Glad My Mom Died' by Its Title - The AtlanticThe arc of her memoir is really trying to navigate the complicated question of what, if anything, a child owes a caregiver who mistreats them.
Don’t Judge 'I’m Glad My Mom Died' by Its Title - The AtlanticThen there’s the write your truth but also ask for permission response, which could lead writers to a surprising cooperation but could also scupper their whole project.
Don’t Judge 'I’m Glad My Mom Died' by Its Title - The AtlanticIn moments like this, H Mart is the bridge that guides me away from the memories that haunt me, of chemo head and skeletal bodies and logging milligrams of hydrocodone.
Crying in H Mart | The New YorkerSometimes my grief feels as though I’ve been left alone in a room with no doors. Every time I remember that my mother is dead, it feels like I’m colliding into a wall that won’t give. There’s no escape, just a hard wall that I keep ramming into over and over, a reminder of the immutable reality that I will never see her again.
Crying in H Mart | The New YorkerMy grief comes in waves and is usually triggered by something arbitrary.
Crying in H Mart | The New YorkerInterviewed by Linda KuehlISSUE 74, FALL-WINTER 1978 It is usual for the interviewer to write this paragraph about the circumstances in which the interview was conducted, but the interviewer in this case, Linda Kuehl, died not long after the tapes were transcribed. Linda and I talked on August 18 and August 24, 1977, from about ten in the morning until early afternoon. Both interviews took place in the living room of my husband's and my house on the ocean north of Los Angeles, a house we no longer own. The walls in that room were white. The floors were of terracotta tile, very highly polished.…
Joan Didion, The Art of FictionNow it’s time to find out who I am. To make the most of each new day I have. To bring purpose to my loss and grief. To love other people and to know they love me back. To love myself. To live, for both of us.
After My Aunt Died, I Had a Few Questions for David Schwimmer - The New York TimesI loved Bing; I was grieving, too, and I had kept the grief at bay by trying to heal the heartache of those around me. But the pain had to come out, and it would be mixed with love, confusion and anger, and that was OK. Having lost the second love of her life, my mother was awash with pain. Yet there she was, teaching us how to grieve. And I had almost missed the lesson.
‘That’s Why I Picked a Younger Man’ - The New York Timesf death teaches us anything, it’s that nothing lasts forever, not even the insanity of grief.
Opinion | I Thought No One Had Felt Grief Like Mine. Then I Saw ‘The Bear.’ - The New York TimesGrief is not portrayed simply as a character trait or an emotional obstacle. It’s a suffocating and all-encompassing experience that comes rushing through the cracks of everyday life, replacing oxygen with anxiety. “The Bear” depicts grief as a prolonged nervous breakdown. Even the vertiginous aesthetic of the show itself, with its jarring camera work and quick cuts, enforces this sensation. Other shows are about grief. “The Bear” feels like grief. It is a rare and inspired merging of form and content.
Opinion | I Thought No One Had Felt Grief Like Mine. Then I Saw ‘The Bear.’ - The New York TimesShrinking” and “Ted Lasso” feel like blueprints for finding a way out of grief and moving toward unlikely hope. But all those shows depict a version of grief that appears a lot in pop culture: as a challenge to be confronted or an obstacle to overcome. The point seems to be to reassure viewers that, whatever happens, you’ll be OK. So buck up. It’ll get better.
Opinion | I Thought No One Had Felt Grief Like Mine. Then I Saw ‘The Bear.’ - The New York TimesThe bear is clearly important, but its meaning is at first ambiguous. Does it represent ambition? Fear? Regret? By the time the season ended, the symbol was obvious, at least to me. The bear is grief. To be honest, I always recognized it. Because I know that beast all too well.
Opinion | I Thought No One Had Felt Grief Like Mine. Then I Saw ‘The Bear.’ - The New York TimesTo die from this plague is a tragedy. To witness a loved one do so is a merciless, unrelenting kind of sadness — prolonged and filled with false hope. It is a faraway, forced mourning, her body a vector of contagion. It is a unique grief overridden by a forced education in a vocabulary I never wanted to learn: hydroxychloroquine, extubation, Remdesivir.
Modern Love: ‘Thank You for Ruining Me’ - The New York TimesI had broken every rule I knew about being with someone who is grieving. I tried to fix it. I tried to distract her. I tried to change the subject. I tried to take away her loss instead of sitting with it.
‘No Love Is Ever Wasted’ - The New York TimesShe was grieving, wailing for the loss of dozens of friends she loved. It doesn’t really work to say that those relationships were only imaginary. The emotions were real.
‘No Love Is Ever Wasted’ - The New York TimesStarting [at a young age
Curius / Onboarding