[The Stage is on Fire] is a page-turner in which, much like life, there are no easy answers and yet each step of the journey yields insight and hope. This work of heart must not be missed!
Melanie Faith
Creative Writing Teacher, Essayist & Poet.
Katie Steedly’s first-person piece [The Unspeakable Gift] is a riveting retelling of her participation in a National Institutes of Health study that aided her quest to come to grips with her life of living with a rare genetic disorder. Her writing is superb.
The Society of Professional Journalists
In recognition of receiving the Dateline Award for the Washingtonian Magazine essay, The Unspeakable Gift.
I thank you … It is the authenticity of your “class notes”; and it is the delicacy and skill with which you present the nuances of classroom life and the actuality of your students’ and fellow teachers’ lives.
Maxine Greene
Philosopher and Education Scholar
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Worm Moon
Worm Moon – Mary Oliver
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In March the earth remembers its own name./ Everywhere the plates of snow are cracking./ The rivers begin to sing. In the sky// the winter stars are sliding away; new stars/ appear as, later, small blades of grain// will shine in the dark fields./ And the name of every place/ is joyful.
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The season of curiosity is everlasting/ and the hour for adventure never ends,/ but tonight/ even the men who walked upon the moon/ are lying content/ by open windows/ where the winds are sweeping over the fields,/ over water,/ over the naked earth, into villages, and lonely country houses, and the vast cities
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because it is spring; because once more the moon and the earth are eloping -/ a love match that will bring forth fantastic children/ who will learn to stand, walk, and finally run/ over the surface of earth;/ who will believe, for years, that everything is possible.
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Born of clay,/ how shall a man be holy;/ born of water,/ how shall a man visit the stars; born of the seasons, how shall a man live forever?
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Soon/ the child of the red-spotted newt, the eft, will enter his life from the tiny egg. On his delicate legs/ he will run through the valleys of moss/ down to the leaf mold by the streams, where lately white snow lay upon the earth/ like a deep and lustrous blanket/ of moon-fire,
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and probably/ everything/ is possible.
About Katie
From Louisville. Live in Atlanta. Curious by nature. Researcher by education. Writer by practice. Grateful heart by desire.
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The Stage Is On Fire, a memoir about hope and change, reasons for voyaging, and dreams burning down can be purchased on Amazon.
