A Notebook Of Stories
Nonfiction, Reference & Language, Study Aids, ESL, Foreign Languages, Fiction & Literature, Poetry
| Author: | Margaret Prezioso-Frye | ISBN: | 9780463390184 |
| Publisher: | Margaret Prezioso-Frye | Publication: | October 14, 2018 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords Edition | Language: | English |
| Author: | Margaret Prezioso-Frye |
| ISBN: | 9780463390184 |
| Publisher: | Margaret Prezioso-Frye |
| Publication: | October 14, 2018 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords Edition |
| Language: | English |
Finding her way back to America, Theresa realizes she's lost her language. She begins "Tween Sleep And Awake" that turns out to be a notebook of stories, a collection of poetry and literary fiction through memoirs. The more she writes, the more she realizes her darkness but she's determined to become once again part of what she'd left behind.
What does this mean?
While i was teaching abroad i began losing myself, something I wasn't noticing until I got back to the states. I had embarked on a project incited by students of mine who loved listening to stories I'd introduce for conversation practice and began to realize i was writing in the constructions, the incorrect language constructions I taught my students to avoid, those very things that were 100% incorrect English. I had been gone only two years and look what happened. It certainly looked like English, sounded like it but wasn't how we talked or at least weren't supposed to. You know, looks and tastes like chicken but in reality it's buffalo.
I dove into this notebook of stories, poetry, quips, and made it no holds barred on genre, style, topics, or whatever came to mind.
Finding her way back to America, Theresa realizes she's lost her language. She begins "Tween Sleep And Awake" that turns out to be a notebook of stories, a collection of poetry and literary fiction through memoirs. The more she writes, the more she realizes her darkness but she's determined to become once again part of what she'd left behind.
What does this mean?
While i was teaching abroad i began losing myself, something I wasn't noticing until I got back to the states. I had embarked on a project incited by students of mine who loved listening to stories I'd introduce for conversation practice and began to realize i was writing in the constructions, the incorrect language constructions I taught my students to avoid, those very things that were 100% incorrect English. I had been gone only two years and look what happened. It certainly looked like English, sounded like it but wasn't how we talked or at least weren't supposed to. You know, looks and tastes like chicken but in reality it's buffalo.
I dove into this notebook of stories, poetry, quips, and made it no holds barred on genre, style, topics, or whatever came to mind.
