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August 1, 2021

“Walking Loudly”

by lisa st john

They say time changes things, but you have to actually change them yourself.”

Andy Warhol
Maine Sunset

It’s been quite a while since my last blog post. That’s because I’ve been busy changing. I retired from teaching and started writing full time. I’ve finished a memoir and become a grandmother (Nana!) twice. The times are always a’ changing.

Once I could move about the world a little more freely (don’t get me started on the anti-vaxxers), I took some trips. Most recently, I saw a fabulous exhibit at The Morgan Library in NYC. I went to see the bookbinding exhibit but was blown away by Shahzia Sikander: Extraordinary Realities. Manuscript painting turned modern. Fascinating.

Since I had some time, I also dropped by my favorite museum in the city, The Museum of Modern Art (MOMA). When I think of Cezanne, I think of color, but the exhibit of his drawings was eye-opening. It was like peeking into an artist’s brain.

Been peeking into my own mind quite a bit lately. I’m learning how to live the writer’s life. Some things, like my love of visual art, will never change. But this metamorphosis I am undergoing…it’s all good.

I post more regularly on Instagram and Twitter, but I hope to keep this blog going on a monthly basis. See you in September.

“Waking Loudly” is from Marie Ponsot’s amazing poem Springing.



January 26, 2018

March on 2018

by lisa st john


The Women’s March on Washington in 2017 was one of the most powerful experiences of my life. One year later there is still so much work to do, but positivity is key to keep the energy going. And there was some beautiful energy in the New York City Women’s March 2018.

I’m going to rely mostly on images for this post, but one of the best parts about the march was the

abundance of men, boys, young women…families. We are not alone in this fight.

Intersectionality (the theory that the overlap of various social identities, as race, gender, sexuality, and class, contributes to the specific type of systemic oppression and discrimination experienced by an individual) is crucial, and the signs showed this idea.

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This talk is wonderful. The video towards the end is disturbing but necessary and artful, with music by Abby Dobson .


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Together, we rise.


February 27, 2011

Room of My Own

by lisa st john

He bought me a pen at the museum shop and made sure I had enough hot water and bath salts. He brought me morning coffee and smiles. After all these years I am finally walking through the door he has been building into a room of my own.

It wasn’t just the free ticket into the New York Times Travel Show that a stranger handed me because she “didn’t need it,” it was the smile she had when she registered my shocked “Thank you.” Little interactions like these in The City (as those of us lucky enough to live nearby call her) always propel me to write.

The Sunday morning light banging on the doors of a brownstone, the preponderance of dogs walking their humans in Hell’s Kitchen, the delicacy of a stranger returning a dropped glove to a passerby; these vignettes are New York. The line outside of Amy’s Bread on 9th Avenue reminds me that quality is as important as time. The discussions at Lolita’s on the Lower East Side take me back to a time when I actually liked talking face to face. I do not know how I found my niche in the world as an educator since I tend not to like most people (I have very few friends), but I guess it’s because teenagers are a different breed of human. A much more interesting one. Usually.

These contradictory thoughts are the impetus to my starting this blog. I want to explore them, and I think much better in words than I do out loud (in the traditional, verbal sense of the phrase). I like to see my words on the page. I like to ignore or challenge the little green squiggles from Microsoft Word (I’ll use that fragment if I want to!). I realize that I think in Times New Roman, and I despise silly fonts. Maybe that’s the academic in me or the purist, I do not know. I do know that I welcome the paradigm shift away from typewritten Courier. Staying at ink48 got these thoughts rattling also since their theme is the written word (and fonts in particular). They have a dog welcome station out front with snacks and water bowls. I like that. I don’t have a dog, but if I did I would want him to be welcomed at the hotel. It’s like being glad that there are “expectant mothers” and “handicapped” parking spots. I don’t use them, but I am glad they are there. Although…in my memory “expectant mother” is just a euphemism for “totally freaking terrified portal for another human being.” And the fact that there are drive-thru ATMs in Braille just plain makes me scared.

Anyway, ciao to The City for now. I left my husband Kent a present from the Little Pie Company in the room before I left. Monday comes earlier than other days for some reason. The same explanation why waiting ten minutes for a much needed bathroom stall is much longer than ten minutes of a massage I suppose. Wow. I think I just finished my first blog post.

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