<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16771114</id><updated>2011-12-18T12:51:59.080-05:00</updated><category term='exercise'/><category term='Women'/><category term='writing'/><category term='work'/><category term='healthcare'/><category term='gardening'/><category term='Politics'/><title type='text'>Warrior Pen: Blogging on Gender, Race, Class and Anything I Please</title><subtitle type='html'>All that you touch, You Change.  
All that you Change, Changes you.
The only lasting truth Is Change- 
"Parable of the Sower"
Octavia E. Butler</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annalimontassalisbury.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16771114/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annalimontassalisbury.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Anna Limontas-Salisbury</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117768036899469504698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-fOJ4G2fewAw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAADU/Yy46sfS7rxI/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>56</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16771114.post-6501885314792673775</id><published>2007-07-05T22:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T23:10:07.618-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='healthcare'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exercise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Politics'/><title type='text'>Mind Your Own Ass, Thank You Very Much!</title><summary type='text'>I started working out yesterday.  It is something I have been meaning to for me for a while.  When I lived in Harlem I ran for a year with my daughter, 3 mornings a week to support her joining the track team . The itch to work out hit me yesterday.  While I love taking a hoe to the dirt and singing a good old work song, a work out brings on just a bit more sweat.  It's not like I have acres to </summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.alternet.org/blogs/peek/54436/' title='Mind Your Own Ass, Thank You Very Much!'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annalimontassalisbury.blogspot.com/feeds/6501885314792673775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16771114&amp;postID=6501885314792673775' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16771114/posts/default/6501885314792673775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16771114/posts/default/6501885314792673775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annalimontassalisbury.blogspot.com/2007/07/mind-your-own-ass-thank-you-very-much.html' title='Mind Your Own Ass, Thank You Very Much!'/><author><name>Anna Limontas-Salisbury</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117768036899469504698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-fOJ4G2fewAw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAADU/Yy46sfS7rxI/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NwO5_MegJhg/Ro2s7DCJTCI/AAAAAAAAAAk/DDSofxgL-xs/s72-c/images-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16771114.post-1918971807616285609</id><published>2007-07-04T22:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T06:34:16.601-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Politics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gardening'/><title type='text'>4th of July</title><summary type='text'>It’s night over Bedford-Stuyvesant and the sound fireworks sizzling are still in the air. I couldn’t help but wonder about the people who chose to set them.  Perhaps for them it was just something you do on the 4th of July.  The calendar in my bathroom greeted me this morning with this quote at the bottom of the page,  “America the beautiful, who are you beautiful for?”  The quote is from Savage </summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/19588942/' title='4th of July'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annalimontassalisbury.blogspot.com/feeds/1918971807616285609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16771114&amp;postID=1918971807616285609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16771114/posts/default/1918971807616285609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16771114/posts/default/1918971807616285609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annalimontassalisbury.blogspot.com/2007/07/4th-of-july.html' title='4th of July'/><author><name>Anna Limontas-Salisbury</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117768036899469504698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-fOJ4G2fewAw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAADU/Yy46sfS7rxI/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NwO5_MegJhg/Roxq2zCJTBI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Dv6gcpdIsb4/s72-c/DSCF1750.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16771114.post-3604072550881202246</id><published>2007-05-12T01:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T15:34:59.935-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='healthcare'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Women'/><title type='text'>Walking the Tight Rope</title><summary type='text'>For weeks now, since getting accepted to graduate school, I have not been able to focus on writing.  I am full of excitement that gets interrupted by great waves of guilt that come rushing in unexpectedly.  I try to walk it off. I have been released somewhat from the dull stretch of being in a classroom all day, with no windows.  I was moved a month ago to a new location in Chelsea to teach three</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annalimontassalisbury.blogspot.com/feeds/3604072550881202246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16771114&amp;postID=3604072550881202246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16771114/posts/default/3604072550881202246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16771114/posts/default/3604072550881202246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annalimontassalisbury.blogspot.com/2007/05/walking-in-tight-rope.html' title='Walking the Tight Rope'/><author><name>Anna Limontas-Salisbury</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117768036899469504698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-fOJ4G2fewAw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAADU/Yy46sfS7rxI/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16771114.post-8117188805396640851</id><published>2007-04-10T06:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T06:42:58.745-04:00</updated><title type='text'>CUNY &amp; WAM</title><summary type='text'>When I started this blog, my profile included the words “ Help a sister, make her journalistic dreams come true.”  Dreaming, hard work and persistence really work. I started blogging in 2005 with the intention of having a place to post stories in hopes that it could be a tool in which to get published, make connections with other writers and be apart of the blogosphere conversation.  CUNY </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annalimontassalisbury.blogspot.com/feeds/8117188805396640851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16771114&amp;postID=8117188805396640851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16771114/posts/default/8117188805396640851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16771114/posts/default/8117188805396640851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annalimontassalisbury.blogspot.com/2007/04/cuny-wam.html' title='CUNY &amp; WAM'/><author><name>Anna Limontas-Salisbury</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117768036899469504698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-fOJ4G2fewAw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAADU/Yy46sfS7rxI/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16771114.post-3078291805268054503</id><published>2007-03-24T10:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T12:10:33.377-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Women'/><title type='text'>The Question</title><summary type='text'>Without being longwinded, let me just say the exam was challenging but nothing that I didn't expect. I had to do the news analysis and news writing drill in the first 70 minutes. I was timed.  My word count for the news writing drill was about 10 words over.  I was stopped as I was trying to edit. I got through the experience.  I was prepared as well as I could have been.What I was surprised by </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annalimontassalisbury.blogspot.com/feeds/3078291805268054503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16771114&amp;postID=3078291805268054503' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16771114/posts/default/3078291805268054503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16771114/posts/default/3078291805268054503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annalimontassalisbury.blogspot.com/2007/03/question.html' title='The Question'/><author><name>Anna Limontas-Salisbury</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117768036899469504698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-fOJ4G2fewAw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAADU/Yy46sfS7rxI/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NwO5_MegJhg/RgU6OUTyH1I/AAAAAAAAAAU/E-8PEfcBjvc/s72-c/1070392_BG4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16771114.post-7246906927555804140</id><published>2007-03-20T17:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T12:12:22.145-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Women'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yesterday:I wake up ready to meet the challenge of my day.My to do list:1. Entrance exam at 10:30 AM.2. Buy a new suit.3. Prepare dinner.4. Poetry Reading at LaMaMa’s.I sew another hole closed in my son’s jeans,  pack lunches and wave good-bye to the family. Everything was going smoothly: I leisurely eat a hearty breakfast of oatmeal, yogurt and peppermint tea. I take a hot bath to relax.  I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annalimontassalisbury.blogspot.com/feeds/7246906927555804140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16771114&amp;postID=7246906927555804140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16771114/posts/default/7246906927555804140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16771114/posts/default/7246906927555804140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annalimontassalisbury.blogspot.com/2007/03/yesterday-i-wake-up-ready-to-meet.html' title=''/><author><name>Anna Limontas-Salisbury</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117768036899469504698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-fOJ4G2fewAw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAADU/Yy46sfS7rxI/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16771114.post-8934734235014573424</id><published>2007-03-18T00:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T00:20:31.562-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Women'/><title type='text'>Walking In Ida B. Wells Barnett's Footsteps</title><summary type='text'>Ida B Wells Barnett- anti-lynching crusader,women's rights advocate, editor of the Freespeech and Headlight newpaper and journalist. 1862-1931.Disappearing Acts:Whenever I have had these long breaks between postings I always feel some sort of explanation is due.  I have perhaps 2 maybe 3 friends who look at this blog.  They are the one’s that send emails like:“Where are you Warrior Pen?"  'Why </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annalimontassalisbury.blogspot.com/feeds/8934734235014573424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16771114&amp;postID=8934734235014573424' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16771114/posts/default/8934734235014573424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16771114/posts/default/8934734235014573424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annalimontassalisbury.blogspot.com/2007/03/walking-in-her-footsteps.html' title='Walking In Ida B. Wells Barnett&apos;s Footsteps'/><author><name>Anna Limontas-Salisbury</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117768036899469504698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-fOJ4G2fewAw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAADU/Yy46sfS7rxI/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NwO5_MegJhg/RfzAwiTkhhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3_D-fDf_U6c/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16771114.post-117025787951738168</id><published>2007-01-31T09:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T12:15:58.786-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sardonicism-the right medicine.</title><summary type='text'>I came across this post because I was interested in stacking up my cabinet for the next time I am ill.I found it on AnitaRoddick.com.  She is the founder of The Body Shop.  Who knew, while  looking for items to keep me spiritually, mentally and physically sound,  that a dose of laughter would be included. It came to her husband by way of an email. The friend who sent it, included this note:“The </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annalimontassalisbury.blogspot.com/feeds/117025787951738168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16771114&amp;postID=117025787951738168' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16771114/posts/default/117025787951738168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16771114/posts/default/117025787951738168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annalimontassalisbury.blogspot.com/2007/01/sardonicism-right-medicine.html' title='Sardonicism-the right medicine.'/><author><name>Anna Limontas-Salisbury</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117768036899469504698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-fOJ4G2fewAw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAADU/Yy46sfS7rxI/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16771114.post-116961218625131713</id><published>2007-01-23T23:06:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T12:16:07.983-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Politics'/><title type='text'>What the %$@! Was the President Talking About?</title><summary type='text'>Is it me, or was there just too much damn clapping during the President’s address?  I don’t want to support any troops on the field or any troops that may be on their way, because enough is enough.  It has been almost four years since this war started and I say this congress should not authorize any more money to this guy to do more damage.  And what is this about giving Americans the opportunity</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annalimontassalisbury.blogspot.com/feeds/116961218625131713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16771114&amp;postID=116961218625131713' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16771114/posts/default/116961218625131713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16771114/posts/default/116961218625131713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annalimontassalisbury.blogspot.com/2007/01/what-was-president-talking-about_23.html' title='What the %$@! Was the President Talking About?'/><author><name>Anna Limontas-Salisbury</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117768036899469504698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-fOJ4G2fewAw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAADU/Yy46sfS7rxI/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16771114.post-116694057675871036</id><published>2006-12-23T23:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T21:24:23.566-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sound of Music at the Laundramat</title><summary type='text'> The 24-hour Laundromat on Ralph and Fulton was alive tonight with sound of music, literally.  As it played on two television screens, people began humming little bits and pieces.  First two men began humming and then singing "Favorite Things." as the film opened with that wonderful overture.  I tried not to pay attention but began laughing when one of the singing men admitted to the other, "I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annalimontassalisbury.blogspot.com/feeds/116694057675871036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16771114&amp;postID=116694057675871036' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16771114/posts/default/116694057675871036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16771114/posts/default/116694057675871036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annalimontassalisbury.blogspot.com/2006/12/sound-of-music-at-laundramat.html' title='The Sound of Music at the Laundramat'/><author><name>Anna Limontas-Salisbury</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117768036899469504698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-fOJ4G2fewAw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAADU/Yy46sfS7rxI/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16771114.post-116684212803381678</id><published>2006-12-22T21:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T23:29:07.703-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Earth Tilts 23.5</title><summary type='text'>My son’s school celebrated the Winter Solstice last night. It was a welcome shaking of my spirit from the doldrums.  Perhaps doldrums is too tame.  I was feeling quit evil.  Perhaps it’s teaching in a classroom for 6 and 1/2 hours a day with no windows.  I was feeling so out of balance that I was tempted to kick the dangling shoe off the foot of a pain in the ass subway rider who annoyed me out </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annalimontassalisbury.blogspot.com/feeds/116684212803381678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16771114&amp;postID=116684212803381678' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16771114/posts/default/116684212803381678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16771114/posts/default/116684212803381678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annalimontassalisbury.blogspot.com/2006/12/earth-tilts-235.html' title='The Earth Tilts 23.5'/><author><name>Anna Limontas-Salisbury</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117768036899469504698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-fOJ4G2fewAw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAADU/Yy46sfS7rxI/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16771114.post-116581169742762506</id><published>2006-12-10T23:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T21:26:52.696-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Oceanhill Art Sanctuary is Open!</title><summary type='text'>So the gallery is finally open.  Thanks everybody for putting Ocean Hill on the map!   oceanhillartsanctuary@hotmail.com</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annalimontassalisbury.blogspot.com/feeds/116581169742762506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16771114&amp;postID=116581169742762506' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16771114/posts/default/116581169742762506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16771114/posts/default/116581169742762506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annalimontassalisbury.blogspot.com/2006/12/oceanhill-art-sanctuary-is-open.html' title='The Oceanhill Art Sanctuary is Open!'/><author><name>Anna Limontas-Salisbury</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117768036899469504698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-fOJ4G2fewAw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAADU/Yy46sfS7rxI/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16771114.post-116304793130208890</id><published>2006-11-08T23:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T19:39:36.663-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Politics'/><title type='text'>Paper Ballot</title><summary type='text'>So I went to vote. I had a last minute panic when I reached for my wallet.  Did I change my address on my New York State I.D.?  Whew! I was safe.   My new address was on the card.  Were there any questions to respond to? Why hadn’t I gotten any voter information in the mail?  In my old neighborhood you would have seen lots of Election Day activity.  There would be volunteers passing out leaflets </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annalimontassalisbury.blogspot.com/feeds/116304793130208890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16771114&amp;postID=116304793130208890' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16771114/posts/default/116304793130208890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16771114/posts/default/116304793130208890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annalimontassalisbury.blogspot.com/2006/11/paper-ballot.html' title='Paper Ballot'/><author><name>Anna Limontas-Salisbury</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117768036899469504698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-fOJ4G2fewAw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAADU/Yy46sfS7rxI/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16771114.post-116291864627149976</id><published>2006-11-07T11:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T12:16:40.609-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Politics'/><title type='text'>Cure For Election Blues</title><summary type='text'>This is the first time I have gotten up on an election day and felt discouraged.  I am losing my faith in politics just like I have lost my faith in religion. I was having flash backs to the last two general elections. I am haunted by the memory of waking up on the floor of my living room, around 2 AM, to find that somehow things had changed drastically.  Didn’t I go to sleep hearing ABC News </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annalimontassalisbury.blogspot.com/feeds/116291864627149976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16771114&amp;postID=116291864627149976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16771114/posts/default/116291864627149976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16771114/posts/default/116291864627149976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annalimontassalisbury.blogspot.com/2006/11/cure-for-election-blues.html' title='Cure For Election Blues'/><author><name>Anna Limontas-Salisbury</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117768036899469504698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-fOJ4G2fewAw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAADU/Yy46sfS7rxI/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16771114.post-116265032125702260</id><published>2006-11-04T08:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T09:25:21.333-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Tide is High</title><summary type='text'>Lately I feel like I am drowning.  I get caught up in the tide doing what I have to do, as opposed to what I want to do.  The ability to keep my mind on the work of teaching is constantly competing with the amount of writing I actually do these days. The lives of the students are more interesting and often I have to remind myself that I am there to give instruction.  Now don’t get me wrong.  Like</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annalimontassalisbury.blogspot.com/feeds/116265032125702260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16771114&amp;postID=116265032125702260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16771114/posts/default/116265032125702260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16771114/posts/default/116265032125702260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annalimontassalisbury.blogspot.com/2006/11/tide-is-high.html' title='The Tide is High'/><author><name>Anna Limontas-Salisbury</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117768036899469504698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-fOJ4G2fewAw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAADU/Yy46sfS7rxI/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16771114.post-116254991003346827</id><published>2006-11-03T04:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T05:31:50.120-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>At first I was devastated by the introductory weeks of my new job. I felt as if I had landed in Oz again and this time there was no tin man, scarecrow or lion to help me.  There were however, these amazing students who were not in the business of saving anyone. Someone should have been in business of saving them.  As with all travelers of long and winding roads, if I may borrow from the Beatles, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annalimontassalisbury.blogspot.com/feeds/116254991003346827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16771114&amp;postID=116254991003346827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16771114/posts/default/116254991003346827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16771114/posts/default/116254991003346827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annalimontassalisbury.blogspot.com/2006/11/at-first-i-was-devastated-by.html' title=''/><author><name>Anna Limontas-Salisbury</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117768036899469504698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-fOJ4G2fewAw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAADU/Yy46sfS7rxI/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16771114.post-116105895735194499</id><published>2006-10-17T00:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T19:07:26.990-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I've Been Here Before</title><summary type='text'>Today I got an email from a friend.A paragraph read: “How is your work going? Why haven't you written a new blog since August 9th?  Don't let that shit hole stop your momentum, woman.”I feel I owe her, and myself, some kind of explanation.I went back to work full-time.  I started a week before my last published blog.  I say "published" because a number of items sit in the draft box.  But, back to</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annalimontassalisbury.blogspot.com/feeds/116105895735194499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16771114&amp;postID=116105895735194499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16771114/posts/default/116105895735194499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16771114/posts/default/116105895735194499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annalimontassalisbury.blogspot.com/2006/10/ive-been-here-before.html' title='I&apos;ve Been Here Before'/><author><name>Anna Limontas-Salisbury</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117768036899469504698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-fOJ4G2fewAw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAADU/Yy46sfS7rxI/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16771114.post-115517877790036107</id><published>2006-08-09T22:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T23:00:30.506-04:00</updated><title type='text'>When Bombs Blast Through Our Doors, and Rockets Rain Down</title><summary type='text'>My husband purchased a new DVD release today.  Half way through it I had to leave the room.  There were hostages. There were police. There were bank robbers. The moment the hostages were released, they were fired upon.  It was a movie I could not continue to watch.  I'm sick of guns. I'm sick of violence.  I'm sick of movies, music, games and stories filled with guns and blood.  There is so much </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annalimontassalisbury.blogspot.com/feeds/115517877790036107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16771114&amp;postID=115517877790036107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16771114/posts/default/115517877790036107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16771114/posts/default/115517877790036107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annalimontassalisbury.blogspot.com/2006/08/when-bombs-blast-through-our-doors-and.html' title='When Bombs Blast Through Our Doors, and Rockets Rain Down'/><author><name>Anna Limontas-Salisbury</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117768036899469504698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-fOJ4G2fewAw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAADU/Yy46sfS7rxI/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16771114.post-115425631139686843</id><published>2006-07-30T03:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T22:35:11.110-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't Sleep-Beirut is Burning</title><summary type='text'>I am not able to sleep.  It is the first time in a long time that I have awakened and not able to fall back into dreams, nightmares or nothingness.  Perhaps it is my writing spirit rising.  This is my first blog in a long time.  I have been writing, just not on  this blog.I went on a ten-day tour of the south in the United States.  It was a Freedom Ride- a study tour of the Civil Rights Movement.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annalimontassalisbury.blogspot.com/feeds/115425631139686843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16771114&amp;postID=115425631139686843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16771114/posts/default/115425631139686843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16771114/posts/default/115425631139686843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annalimontassalisbury.blogspot.com/2006/07/cant-sleep-beirut-is-burning.html' title='Can&apos;t Sleep-Beirut is Burning'/><author><name>Anna Limontas-Salisbury</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117768036899469504698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-fOJ4G2fewAw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAADU/Yy46sfS7rxI/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16771114.post-114961359297493790</id><published>2006-06-06T12:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T00:39:28.086-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Starting A Garden</title><summary type='text'>I’m starting a garden.  For two weeks I’ve been cleaning up the backyard of our new house.  There were fallen leaves and some trash left from when the house was being renovated.  I found a couple of glass marbels, broken ceramic pieces, and rusted tools. I have to admit I hated being in the yard with my dad as a kid. His commands often disturbed my sister and I from our cocoons of disco music, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annalimontassalisbury.blogspot.com/feeds/114961359297493790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16771114&amp;postID=114961359297493790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16771114/posts/default/114961359297493790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16771114/posts/default/114961359297493790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annalimontassalisbury.blogspot.com/2006/06/starting-garden.html' title='Starting A Garden'/><author><name>Anna Limontas-Salisbury</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117768036899469504698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-fOJ4G2fewAw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAADU/Yy46sfS7rxI/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16771114.post-114848522860095015</id><published>2006-05-24T11:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T11:40:28.620-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Response to a question.</title><summary type='text'>This morning I couldn't help digging through boxes of unpacked books so I could respond to a question on a bulletin board discussion.  This was the question:Webster's New World Pocket Dictionary Second Edition 1991 defines FEMINISM as: Movement to win equal rights for women From your understanding please give me your definition of the word "Feminism" Is it wrong to be a "feminist?" By definition,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annalimontassalisbury.blogspot.com/feeds/114848522860095015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16771114&amp;postID=114848522860095015' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16771114/posts/default/114848522860095015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16771114/posts/default/114848522860095015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annalimontassalisbury.blogspot.com/2006/05/response-to-question.html' title='Response to a question.'/><author><name>Anna Limontas-Salisbury</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117768036899469504698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-fOJ4G2fewAw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAADU/Yy46sfS7rxI/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16771114.post-114822278691337004</id><published>2006-05-21T10:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T10:46:26.933-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Can You Say Busy?</title><summary type='text'>Five Reasons I Have Not Posted:We moved from Harlem to the People's Republic of Brooklyn. We didn't just move, we bought property.  It’s a three family brick in Bedford-Stuyvesant.  I can sing all the songs from Rent and no one will hear me. I am a homeowner.I have been writing poetry. I have been learning poetic forms.  I know what a villanelle is.  I have written a sonnet. I have read and met </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annalimontassalisbury.blogspot.com/feeds/114822278691337004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16771114&amp;postID=114822278691337004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16771114/posts/default/114822278691337004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16771114/posts/default/114822278691337004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annalimontassalisbury.blogspot.com/2006/05/can-you-say-busy.html' title='Can You Say Busy?'/><author><name>Anna Limontas-Salisbury</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117768036899469504698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-fOJ4G2fewAw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAADU/Yy46sfS7rxI/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16771114.post-114260366071319069</id><published>2006-03-17T07:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-01T17:33:35.206-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This Writer's Life</title><summary type='text'>I've been reading a lot these past two months. I've read Stephen King’s book "On Writing", revisited bell hooks "Remembered Rapture - the Writer at Work", "Out of the Dust" by Karen Hesse and "On Our Backs- Volume II".  It has been helpful to read these books together.  At first glance you may wonder what does "On Our Backs- Volume II" erotic fiction have to do with "Out of the Dust", a book </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annalimontassalisbury.blogspot.com/feeds/114260366071319069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16771114&amp;postID=114260366071319069' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16771114/posts/default/114260366071319069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16771114/posts/default/114260366071319069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annalimontassalisbury.blogspot.com/2006/03/this-writers-life.html' title='This Writer&apos;s Life'/><author><name>Anna Limontas-Salisbury</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117768036899469504698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-fOJ4G2fewAw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAADU/Yy46sfS7rxI/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16771114.post-114231056405480504</id><published>2006-03-13T23:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T00:32:10.047-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><title type='text'>Cave Canem Called</title><summary type='text'>Hard work has paid off.  I was selected to participate in the Cave Canem Spring 2006 Workshop at Poets House.  It is the first congratulations letter I've received in a long time.  I've been sending out submissions of all kinds. Articles, poems, proposals of what I thought were great ideas.  I get many rejections or no response at all.  So getting that email was sweet.I thank all the poets and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annalimontassalisbury.blogspot.com/feeds/114231056405480504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16771114&amp;postID=114231056405480504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16771114/posts/default/114231056405480504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16771114/posts/default/114231056405480504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annalimontassalisbury.blogspot.com/2006/03/cave-canem-called_13.html' title='Cave Canem Called'/><author><name>Anna Limontas-Salisbury</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117768036899469504698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-fOJ4G2fewAw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAADU/Yy46sfS7rxI/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16771114.post-114114371447600191</id><published>2006-02-28T11:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T14:03:50.946-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Written In Blood</title><summary type='text'>Octavia Butler's death was sudden. When I heard the announcement, I began to cry.  I am overwhelmed.  Francis Newton, Rosa Parks, Coretta Scott King and Octavia E. Butler.  I have a sense of foreboding. I have a feeling of despair.  It is a feeling that I am struggling to call by name.  I am not sure what it is.  Perhaps I don’t know enough about transition from life to death. I know that our </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annalimontassalisbury.blogspot.com/feeds/114114371447600191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16771114&amp;postID=114114371447600191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16771114/posts/default/114114371447600191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16771114/posts/default/114114371447600191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annalimontassalisbury.blogspot.com/2006/02/written-in-blood.html' title='Written In Blood'/><author><name>Anna Limontas-Salisbury</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117768036899469504698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-fOJ4G2fewAw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAADU/Yy46sfS7rxI/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16771114.post-114109924731361424</id><published>2006-02-27T22:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T13:06:37.440-05:00</updated><title type='text'>All That You Touch, You Change-Octavia E. Butler</title><summary type='text'>All that you touchYou Change.All that you ChangeChanges you.The only lasting truth Is Change.These are the opening words to Octavia E. Butler’s novel Parable of the Sower.  They were the words that pulled me into the fantastic tale of fear, hopelessness and where one girl’s ability to empathize, could lead to her own demise. Parable of the Sower was the first book I had ever read by the writer.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annalimontassalisbury.blogspot.com/feeds/114109924731361424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16771114&amp;postID=114109924731361424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16771114/posts/default/114109924731361424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16771114/posts/default/114109924731361424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annalimontassalisbury.blogspot.com/2006/02/all-that-you-touch-you-change-octavia.html' title='All That You Touch, You Change-Octavia E. Butler'/><author><name>Anna Limontas-Salisbury</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117768036899469504698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-fOJ4G2fewAw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAADU/Yy46sfS7rxI/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16771114.post-113894947365973226</id><published>2006-02-03T12:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T19:38:23.562-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Politics'/><title type='text'>Brother Can You Spare A Dime?</title><summary type='text'>I couldn't watch the President's address the other night.  I couldn't even vent my anger and frustration about the situation.  I was on the subway passing 42nd and Times Square with no energy to go join the World Can't Wait/Drive Out the Bush Regime event.  I'd spent 3 hours working with adult students some of whom were really struggling with a reading and comprehension exercise. I was asking </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annalimontassalisbury.blogspot.com/feeds/113894947365973226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16771114&amp;postID=113894947365973226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16771114/posts/default/113894947365973226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16771114/posts/default/113894947365973226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annalimontassalisbury.blogspot.com/2006/02/brother-can-you-spare-dime.html' title='Brother Can You Spare A Dime?'/><author><name>Anna Limontas-Salisbury</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117768036899469504698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-fOJ4G2fewAw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAADU/Yy46sfS7rxI/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16771114.post-113886158185668318</id><published>2006-02-02T01:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T02:02:56.203-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflections</title><summary type='text'>I was listening to the radio when I heard the news that Coretta Scott King had passed away. I found it ironic that the two most recent selections for the Supreme Court would become official on the same day of her transition. The President's address was also scheduled for later that evening.  I couldn’t help but wonder what is happening in the universe and why?  What could I do to stem the tide of</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annalimontassalisbury.blogspot.com/feeds/113886158185668318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16771114&amp;postID=113886158185668318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16771114/posts/default/113886158185668318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16771114/posts/default/113886158185668318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annalimontassalisbury.blogspot.com/2006/02/reflections.html' title='Reflections'/><author><name>Anna Limontas-Salisbury</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117768036899469504698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-fOJ4G2fewAw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAADU/Yy46sfS7rxI/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16771114.post-113868969836583367</id><published>2006-01-31T04:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-03T09:33:10.330-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dairy of a Last Chance Effort-Part 2</title><summary type='text'>I had to leave the house this afternoon to go attend to an errand.  I took my cellphone with me.  If I have to listen to other people talk about stupid stuff on their cell phones, I can certainly continue calling Senators.  The number is toll free.   2:30 p.m.Byron L. Dogan ( D-ND)When I ask the question, a representative from his office tells me he will oppose.  I ask for clarification and she </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annalimontassalisbury.blogspot.com/feeds/113868969836583367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16771114&amp;postID=113868969836583367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16771114/posts/default/113868969836583367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16771114/posts/default/113868969836583367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annalimontassalisbury.blogspot.com/2006/01/dairy-of-last-chance-effort-part-2.html' title='Dairy of a Last Chance Effort-Part 2'/><author><name>Anna Limontas-Salisbury</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117768036899469504698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-fOJ4G2fewAw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAADU/Yy46sfS7rxI/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16771114.post-113863720959872939</id><published>2006-01-30T14:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T22:03:00.526-05:00</updated><title type='text'>888-355-3588/888-818-6641-SAVE OUR DEMOCRACY!</title><summary type='text'>A president who breaks the law is a threat to the very structure of our government. Our Founding Fathers were adamant that they had established a government of laws and not men. Indeed, they recognized that the structure of government they had enshrined in our Constitution - our system of checks and balances - was designed with a central purpose of ensuring that it would govern through the rule </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annalimontassalisbury.blogspot.com/feeds/113863720959872939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16771114&amp;postID=113863720959872939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16771114/posts/default/113863720959872939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16771114/posts/default/113863720959872939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annalimontassalisbury.blogspot.com/2006/01/888-355-3588888-818-6641-save-our.html' title='888-355-3588/888-818-6641-SAVE OUR DEMOCRACY!'/><author><name>Anna Limontas-Salisbury</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117768036899469504698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-fOJ4G2fewAw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAADU/Yy46sfS7rxI/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16771114.post-113864031140556440</id><published>2006-01-30T03:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T22:09:02.336-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Diary of a Last Chance Effort</title><summary type='text'>I've been calling to stop the Alito nomination this morning.  Here's my log:8:53 a.m.I start with Senator Joseph R. Biden, Jr. (D-DE).  I was on hold for a while listening to some classical music.  I then got a live person on the line.  I asked my question: Will Senator Biden support John Kerry's filibuster?  We need a firm yes or no.  I’m polite like the email says I should be.  The woman who </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annalimontassalisbury.blogspot.com/feeds/113864031140556440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16771114&amp;postID=113864031140556440' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16771114/posts/default/113864031140556440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16771114/posts/default/113864031140556440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annalimontassalisbury.blogspot.com/2006/01/diary-of-last-chance-effort.html' title='Diary of a Last Chance Effort'/><author><name>Anna Limontas-Salisbury</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117768036899469504698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-fOJ4G2fewAw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAADU/Yy46sfS7rxI/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16771114.post-113820727484771426</id><published>2006-01-25T14:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T23:40:46.793-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"I'm ready for my close up Mr. Demille"</title><summary type='text'>So last week, Tuesday morning I'm reviewing papers from a new class I'm teaching and the phone rings. It is the producer for Under The Learning Tree. He tells me he is still in Nevada. He tells me I will host the show that evening. To me that is the equivalent of "This is it kid, you’re on!" and my response, "I'm ready for my close up Mr. Demille."   I was expecting him to tell me that “so and so</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annalimontassalisbury.blogspot.com/feeds/113820727484771426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16771114&amp;postID=113820727484771426' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16771114/posts/default/113820727484771426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16771114/posts/default/113820727484771426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annalimontassalisbury.blogspot.com/2006/01/im-ready-for-my-close-up-mr-demille.html' title='&quot;I&apos;m ready for my close up Mr. Demille&quot;'/><author><name>Anna Limontas-Salisbury</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117768036899469504698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-fOJ4G2fewAw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAADU/Yy46sfS7rxI/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16771114.post-113617430345644171</id><published>2006-01-02T02:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T00:41:45.616-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Possibilities</title><summary type='text'>10 things to look forward to this year in no particular order, as they are all great in their own special way.1. Moving. Yes moving as much as I am not looking forward to the task of packing away 3 bookshelves of my husband's comic books, 2 shelves of stuff he uses for reference (he’s a graphic artist), and stuff my children refuse to throw away.  I know moving is in our plans this year, perhaps </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annalimontassalisbury.blogspot.com/feeds/113617430345644171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16771114&amp;postID=113617430345644171' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16771114/posts/default/113617430345644171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16771114/posts/default/113617430345644171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annalimontassalisbury.blogspot.com/2006/01/possibilities.html' title='Possibilities'/><author><name>Anna Limontas-Salisbury</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117768036899469504698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-fOJ4G2fewAw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAADU/Yy46sfS7rxI/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16771114.post-113527303381631169</id><published>2005-12-22T15:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T13:01:06.966-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Take the "A" Train to a New Worker Nation.</title><summary type='text'>"I guess illegality is in the eye of the beholder.  A confessed lawbreaker has the gall to lecture 34,000 hard working people whose only crime is standing up for their families and for dignity and respect on one of the toughest, most dangerous jobs in New York."  Open letter from TWU's Toussaint to NYC Mayor Bloomberg. Dec 21, 2005.Robert Toussaint will not have to appear in court this morning.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annalimontassalisbury.blogspot.com/feeds/113527303381631169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16771114&amp;postID=113527303381631169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16771114/posts/default/113527303381631169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16771114/posts/default/113527303381631169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annalimontassalisbury.blogspot.com/2005/12/take-a-train-to-new-worker-nation.html' title='Take the &quot;A&quot; Train to a New Worker Nation.'/><author><name>Anna Limontas-Salisbury</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117768036899469504698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-fOJ4G2fewAw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAADU/Yy46sfS7rxI/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16771114.post-113471319252640661</id><published>2005-12-15T16:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T01:31:16.226-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Standing with the Transit Worker's Union</title><summary type='text'>My daughter left a frantic message this afternoon. She called to say that her friend had fallen out of the back door of the bus. To make a long story short, her friend tripped on the crowed M4 headed uptown and fell into the stairwell of the rear door.  She said the doors didn’t open, but when he fell backward his head went through the doors first and then the rest of him went out. She said his </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annalimontassalisbury.blogspot.com/feeds/113471319252640661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16771114&amp;postID=113471319252640661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16771114/posts/default/113471319252640661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16771114/posts/default/113471319252640661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annalimontassalisbury.blogspot.com/2005/12/standing-with-transit-workers-union.html' title='Standing with the Transit Worker&apos;s Union'/><author><name>Anna Limontas-Salisbury</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117768036899469504698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-fOJ4G2fewAw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAADU/Yy46sfS7rxI/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16771114.post-113445344679588611</id><published>2005-12-13T05:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T02:55:24.220-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Redeemed Lost</title><summary type='text'>So it is  15 minutes before 3 am on the east coast as we head into December 13, 2005.   It is certain that the life of Stanley Tookie Williams will be changed.   He is scheduled to meet death at 12:01 am California time.  He will not write any more books or articles steering youth from a life of gang violence.  He will no longer address listeners at conferences by telephone or grant interviews </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annalimontassalisbury.blogspot.com/feeds/113445344679588611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16771114&amp;postID=113445344679588611' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16771114/posts/default/113445344679588611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16771114/posts/default/113445344679588611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annalimontassalisbury.blogspot.com/2005/12/another-redeemed-lost.html' title='Another Redeemed Lost'/><author><name>Anna Limontas-Salisbury</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117768036899469504698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-fOJ4G2fewAw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAADU/Yy46sfS7rxI/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16771114.post-113345676315472882</id><published>2005-12-01T15:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T21:22:07.396-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Movement: A Change In Position</title><summary type='text'>Movement: An Act of Moving: a change in position. The activities of a group of people to achieve a specific goal.My day begins with the task to record and document what is going on in the movement.  What movement?  If you don't know that today is The National Day of Absence Against Poverty, Racism and War, where have you been?  What have you been paying attention to?  Are you still moaning over </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annalimontassalisbury.blogspot.com/feeds/113345676315472882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16771114&amp;postID=113345676315472882' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16771114/posts/default/113345676315472882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16771114/posts/default/113345676315472882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annalimontassalisbury.blogspot.com/2005/12/movement-change-in-position.html' title='Movement: A Change In Position'/><author><name>Anna Limontas-Salisbury</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117768036899469504698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-fOJ4G2fewAw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAADU/Yy46sfS7rxI/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16771114.post-113264008768615627</id><published>2005-11-24T03:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T12:47:44.786-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Diary Of  A Sick Toddlers Mom</title><summary type='text'>Day 1-Tuesday, the beginningI'm glad this is a short week.  I've been home with my four-year-old since yesterday.  He has a running nose, a cough, and as of yesterday a fever that comes and goes.  He told me yesterday that his neck hurts.  I have figured that this is kid speak for, "my throat hurts."  I haven't been home with a sick kid in a long time.  I've gotten really spoiled.  Everyday I see</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annalimontassalisbury.blogspot.com/feeds/113264008768615627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16771114&amp;postID=113264008768615627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16771114/posts/default/113264008768615627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16771114/posts/default/113264008768615627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annalimontassalisbury.blogspot.com/2005/11/diary-of-sick-toddlers-mom.html' title='Diary Of  A Sick Toddlers Mom'/><author><name>Anna Limontas-Salisbury</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117768036899469504698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-fOJ4G2fewAw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAADU/Yy46sfS7rxI/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16771114.post-113237585124685398</id><published>2005-11-19T02:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T22:39:57.060-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What's It Gonna Take America?</title><summary type='text'>Tonight on C-Span:House resolution 571"Is it the sense of the House that deployment of U.S. forces in Iraq be terminated immediately."I'm sitting here watching C-span and listening to Rep- John Murtha (D-Pennsylvania) talk about how the men and women in Congress are not speaking out for the soldiers and that is why he is speaking out.  He has read a number of letters from vets or family members </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annalimontassalisbury.blogspot.com/feeds/113237585124685398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16771114&amp;postID=113237585124685398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16771114/posts/default/113237585124685398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16771114/posts/default/113237585124685398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annalimontassalisbury.blogspot.com/2005/11/whats-it-gonna-take-america.html' title='What&apos;s It Gonna Take America?'/><author><name>Anna Limontas-Salisbury</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117768036899469504698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-fOJ4G2fewAw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAADU/Yy46sfS7rxI/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16771114.post-113208114475367777</id><published>2005-11-17T02:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T17:51:47.123-05:00</updated><title type='text'>LEAVE YOUR FIST AT THE DOOR-Revolutionary assaulted on Morehouse Campus</title><summary type='text'>Mukasa (Willie Ricks) community activist and SNCC (Student Non-Violent  Coordinating Committe) member who coined the phrase “Black Power”, was assaulted on Morehouse College campus last Thursday by campus police.Mukasa is a living legacy of the Black Power Movement and is often on the Morehouse campus invited by the instructors to lecture about his experience in the Civil Rights Movement and the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annalimontassalisbury.blogspot.com/feeds/113208114475367777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16771114&amp;postID=113208114475367777' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16771114/posts/default/113208114475367777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16771114/posts/default/113208114475367777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annalimontassalisbury.blogspot.com/2005/11/leave-your-fist-at-door-revolutionary.html' title='LEAVE YOUR FIST AT THE DOOR-Revolutionary assaulted on Morehouse Campus'/><author><name>Anna Limontas-Salisbury</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117768036899469504698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-fOJ4G2fewAw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAADU/Yy46sfS7rxI/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16771114.post-113186061293385156</id><published>2005-11-12T17:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-13T21:46:44.556-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'M ON THE  RADIO!  Fighting for Social Justice and other stuff!</title><summary type='text'>If you have been one of the faithful ( and I know there are at least five of you out there)  who have visited this site  wondering why I haven't posted since late October here's the story.   During the week of my very last post I was presented with an excellent offer to co-host a radio show with my new friend and co-host Khamau Khalfani. Folks you never know what can happen when you find yourself</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annalimontassalisbury.blogspot.com/feeds/113186061293385156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16771114&amp;postID=113186061293385156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16771114/posts/default/113186061293385156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16771114/posts/default/113186061293385156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annalimontassalisbury.blogspot.com/2005/11/im-on-radio-fighting-for-social.html' title='I&apos;M ON THE  RADIO!  Fighting for Social Justice and other stuff!'/><author><name>Anna Limontas-Salisbury</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117768036899469504698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-fOJ4G2fewAw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAADU/Yy46sfS7rxI/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16771114.post-113021197878382442</id><published>2005-10-25T02:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T10:29:04.386-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You Miss Rosa!</title><summary type='text'>Rosa Parks passed away tonight at the age of 92.  When I think of my earliest childhood memories I think of teachers telling the story of Rosa Parks. My other memories of early grade school are of being ushered into the auditorium to watch Civil Rights films. It was horrifying to watch children being pushed back by the rush of water hoses.  My other early memory is of playing outside our house </summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.time.com/time/time100/heroes/profile/parks01.html' title='Thank You Miss Rosa!'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annalimontassalisbury.blogspot.com/feeds/113021197878382442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16771114&amp;postID=113021197878382442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16771114/posts/default/113021197878382442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16771114/posts/default/113021197878382442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annalimontassalisbury.blogspot.com/2005/10/thank-you-miss-rosa.html' title='Thank You Miss Rosa!'/><author><name>Anna Limontas-Salisbury</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117768036899469504698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-fOJ4G2fewAw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAADU/Yy46sfS7rxI/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16771114.post-112983864376353131</id><published>2005-10-20T16:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T00:05:38.233-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Why is this man smiling?</title><summary type='text'>I got a surprise, when I came home and found out from Randi Rhodes that Tom Delay turned himself in.  I found his photo on CNN.com.  His lawyer, Jefferey Toobin said the finger printing and mugshot would be embarrassing.  Is it me, or does this man not look the slightest bit embarrassed? He has been charged with money laundering and conspiracy.  He faces up to 20 years in jail. He should be </summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.cnn.com/2005/politics/10/20/delay.booking/index.h' title='Why is this man smiling?'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annalimontassalisbury.blogspot.com/feeds/112983864376353131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16771114&amp;postID=112983864376353131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16771114/posts/default/112983864376353131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16771114/posts/default/112983864376353131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annalimontassalisbury.blogspot.com/2005/10/why-is-this-man-smiling.html' title='Why is this man smiling?'/><author><name>Anna Limontas-Salisbury</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117768036899469504698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-fOJ4G2fewAw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAADU/Yy46sfS7rxI/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16771114.post-112969135662034878</id><published>2005-10-19T02:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T08:13:43.880-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A beautiful day in the neighborhood</title><summary type='text'>Usually my day consist of writing while I do the various tasks of a housewife. Laundry, dishes, preparing dinner, phone calls and filling our forms for my kids various school needs.  Sometimes I can sit for an hour in morning and have 3 cups of green tea and take a 45-minute nap. Today I got up, made lunch for everyone, got myself dressed (forgot my own lunch) and headed down to the unemployment </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annalimontassalisbury.blogspot.com/feeds/112969135662034878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16771114&amp;postID=112969135662034878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16771114/posts/default/112969135662034878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16771114/posts/default/112969135662034878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annalimontassalisbury.blogspot.com/2005/10/beautiful-day-in-neighborhood.html' title='A beautiful day in the neighborhood'/><author><name>Anna Limontas-Salisbury</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117768036899469504698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-fOJ4G2fewAw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAADU/Yy46sfS7rxI/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16771114.post-112905160200603405</id><published>2005-10-12T17:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T20:45:20.343-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Connect the dots</title><summary type='text'>I've come across several stories on the web about Robert Davis, the 64-year-old New Orleans resident who was beaten until bloody by local police officers, after asking about the local curfew. When looking up this story, the first article I came across is this one on My Way News. I was annoyed by the paragraph that read:"Under normal circumstances, it takes unusually offensive behavior to trigger </summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.kommoncents.com' title='Connect the dots'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annalimontassalisbury.blogspot.com/feeds/112905160200603405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16771114&amp;postID=112905160200603405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16771114/posts/default/112905160200603405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16771114/posts/default/112905160200603405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annalimontassalisbury.blogspot.com/2005/10/connect-dots.html' title='Connect the dots'/><author><name>Anna Limontas-Salisbury</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117768036899469504698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-fOJ4G2fewAw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAADU/Yy46sfS7rxI/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16771114.post-112913104408889659</id><published>2005-10-12T14:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T23:06:35.486-04:00</updated><title type='text'>DC Journals-Part 3</title><summary type='text'>I woke up having fallen asleep with the lights on and C-Span running the beginning of the speeches at yesterday’s demonstration. I immediately start to pack everything into my bags. I get dressed and head out to breakfast as soon as the dining room opens.  I'm anxious to eat. I went to sleep hungry.  The dining room closed at 9 o'clock last evening.  Around the hotel the choices were limited. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annalimontassalisbury.blogspot.com/feeds/112913104408889659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16771114&amp;postID=112913104408889659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16771114/posts/default/112913104408889659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16771114/posts/default/112913104408889659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annalimontassalisbury.blogspot.com/2005/10/dc-journals-part-3_12.html' title='DC Journals-Part 3'/><author><name>Anna Limontas-Salisbury</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117768036899469504698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-fOJ4G2fewAw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAADU/Yy46sfS7rxI/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16771114.post-112875175258415395</id><published>2005-10-07T05:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T09:35:48.110-04:00</updated><title type='text'>DC Journals-Part 2</title><summary type='text'>Demonstrator holds poster of Haitians murdered under military regime backed by United States, UN Troops and supporters of the wealthy elite.6:15 AMRoughing it on a church floor all night isn’t easy.I am awaked by an ache I feel in my hip.  It isn’t the side I’m laying on, but the reverse.  I see my friend that I’ve made on the bus has taken a spot on a bench near me.  She says she laid down at 4 </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annalimontassalisbury.blogspot.com/feeds/112875175258415395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16771114&amp;postID=112875175258415395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16771114/posts/default/112875175258415395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16771114/posts/default/112875175258415395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annalimontassalisbury.blogspot.com/2005/10/dc-journals-part-2.html' title='DC Journals-Part 2'/><author><name>Anna Limontas-Salisbury</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117768036899469504698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-fOJ4G2fewAw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAADU/Yy46sfS7rxI/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16771114.post-112857582327668139</id><published>2005-10-06T16:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T01:41:29.570-04:00</updated><title type='text'>DC Journals-Part 1</title><summary type='text'>These are the journal entries of my weekend in Washington, D.C. for the Haitian Tribunal and the Anti-War March on September 23-September 25, 2005. Thanks to all of you who waited with anticipation and curiosity for them.Friday September 23, 2005So I’m on my way to D.C.   I’m still a little nervous.  I try to remind myself that this is a growing experience for me.  It is necessary that I push </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annalimontassalisbury.blogspot.com/feeds/112857582327668139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16771114&amp;postID=112857582327668139' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16771114/posts/default/112857582327668139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16771114/posts/default/112857582327668139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annalimontassalisbury.blogspot.com/2005/10/dc-journals-part-1.html' title='DC Journals-Part 1'/><author><name>Anna Limontas-Salisbury</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117768036899469504698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-fOJ4G2fewAw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAADU/Yy46sfS7rxI/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16771114.post-112800723186772855</id><published>2005-09-29T14:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T11:24:53.616-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Peter Bratt Speaks-Race and Identity Still Relevant</title><summary type='text'>This article originally appeared on a previous blogsite September 13, 2005. I am reprinting it in honor of the life of Puerto Rican Independence leader, Filiberto Ojeda Rios. I’m reprinting it because it has been a difficult few weeks for many of us. My trip to DC for the International Haitian Tribunal was also emotionally draining. May those of us who are still here, continue in the struggle for</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annalimontassalisbury.blogspot.com/feeds/112800723186772855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16771114&amp;postID=112800723186772855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16771114/posts/default/112800723186772855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16771114/posts/default/112800723186772855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annalimontassalisbury.blogspot.com/2005/09/peter-bratt-speaks-race-and-identity_29.html' title='Peter Bratt Speaks-Race and Identity Still Relevant'/><author><name>Anna Limontas-Salisbury</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117768036899469504698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-fOJ4G2fewAw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAADU/Yy46sfS7rxI/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16771114.post-112748269559768597</id><published>2005-09-23T12:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T07:49:50.390-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Trepidation</title><summary type='text'>I’m always nervous before going on trips by myself.  I'm pretty much ready to go.  My bag was packed since yesterday. My camera, digital tape recorders, batteries, trail mix, water, crackers, 2 sets of clothes, events lists etc.  I’m making salmon cakes to eat with some spinach and before boarding the bus.  I'll need to stop and get some headphones because mine are shot.  So what's got me on edge</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annalimontassalisbury.blogspot.com/feeds/112748269559768597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16771114&amp;postID=112748269559768597' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16771114/posts/default/112748269559768597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16771114/posts/default/112748269559768597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annalimontassalisbury.blogspot.com/2005/09/great-trepidation.html' title='Great Trepidation'/><author><name>Anna Limontas-Salisbury</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117768036899469504698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-fOJ4G2fewAw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAADU/Yy46sfS7rxI/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16771114.post-112744607106278106</id><published>2005-09-23T02:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T23:38:55.833-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What Next?</title><summary type='text'>I've just taken a look at Cnn.  Anyone wondering if all those drivers stuck on the highway  will cross over to the south bound side?  I would.  What about those people waiting in line at the airport?  Let's hope for the best.  Let's hope Rita will pass over without the destruction caused by Katrina.  Let's also hope folks will help each other should the need arise.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annalimontassalisbury.blogspot.com/feeds/112744607106278106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16771114&amp;postID=112744607106278106' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16771114/posts/default/112744607106278106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16771114/posts/default/112744607106278106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annalimontassalisbury.blogspot.com/2005/09/what-next.html' title='What Next?'/><author><name>Anna Limontas-Salisbury</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117768036899469504698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-fOJ4G2fewAw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAADU/Yy46sfS7rxI/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16771114.post-112740724288051147</id><published>2005-09-22T16:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T21:21:02.726-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Harlem Goes to Washington</title><summary type='text'>Tomorrow I will be going to Washington.  It will be my third time going to Washington to a demonstration. My last visit was the Presidential Inauguration 2005.  It was frightening. Large crowds of those for Bush and those against were on intersections (together!) for hours waiting to go through security.  I didn't know what to be more frightened about. There were people around me in an array of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annalimontassalisbury.blogspot.com/feeds/112740724288051147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16771114&amp;postID=112740724288051147' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16771114/posts/default/112740724288051147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16771114/posts/default/112740724288051147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annalimontassalisbury.blogspot.com/2005/09/harlem-goes-to-washington.html' title='Harlem Goes to Washington'/><author><name>Anna Limontas-Salisbury</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117768036899469504698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-fOJ4G2fewAw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAADU/Yy46sfS7rxI/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16771114.post-112732521498199550</id><published>2005-09-21T16:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T14:20:47.110-04:00</updated><title type='text'>St. Nicks Pub</title><summary type='text'>Nick’s Pub is in Harlem on 149th and St. Nicolas Ave.  I’ve passed this place on the way to and from the subway for the 7 years I’ve lived uptown. On any night a few locals are seated at the bar listening to blues and jazz, while they throw back a few. I’m not much of a drinker. I grew up in a household free of alcohol.  When my dad wanted a drink, he went to a bar.  My mom was raised a Baptist </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annalimontassalisbury.blogspot.com/feeds/112732521498199550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16771114&amp;postID=112732521498199550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16771114/posts/default/112732521498199550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16771114/posts/default/112732521498199550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annalimontassalisbury.blogspot.com/2005/09/st-nicks-pub.html' title='St. Nicks Pub'/><author><name>Anna Limontas-Salisbury</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117768036899469504698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-fOJ4G2fewAw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAADU/Yy46sfS7rxI/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16771114.post-112693531032238090</id><published>2005-09-17T04:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-17T01:57:17.990-04:00</updated><title type='text'>No Lipstick, No Bra and the Wrong Underwear</title><summary type='text'>Today was not the typical day.  I was headed for the shower when I noticed my daughter’s first assignment for a new teacher was left on her desk.  I looked out the window to see her headed up the block headed towards the M4 bus.  I put on a pair of jeans in a hurry, and a t-shirt that I had on yesterday.  The t-shirt reads, “ Read, Learn, Join, Holler, Act.”  It was a slogan that I put on my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annalimontassalisbury.blogspot.com/feeds/112693531032238090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16771114&amp;postID=112693531032238090' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16771114/posts/default/112693531032238090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16771114/posts/default/112693531032238090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annalimontassalisbury.blogspot.com/2005/09/no-lipstick-no-bra-and-wrong-underwear.html' title='No Lipstick, No Bra and the Wrong Underwear'/><author><name>Anna Limontas-Salisbury</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117768036899469504698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-fOJ4G2fewAw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAADU/Yy46sfS7rxI/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16771114.post-112680821214977942</id><published>2005-09-15T17:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-11-27T12:42:24.720-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome To My New World</title><summary type='text'>I have finally arrived at a blog site in which I don't end up cursing my computer skills!My first blog has 23 posts, but as of today I'm am leaving them for good.  I can't take the format which doesn't allow you to post without your final entry looking like crap.  So thank you for the start Blogtext.org.  It was good while it lasted.  I've got a new lover.For the curious my previous post can be </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annalimontassalisbury.blogspot.com/feeds/112680821214977942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16771114&amp;postID=112680821214977942' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16771114/posts/default/112680821214977942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16771114/posts/default/112680821214977942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annalimontassalisbury.blogspot.com/2005/09/welcome-to-my-new-world.html' title='Welcome To My New World'/><author><name>Anna Limontas-Salisbury</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117768036899469504698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-fOJ4G2fewAw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAADU/Yy46sfS7rxI/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16771114.post-112680160202805707</id><published>2005-09-15T12:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T12:26:42.033-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>No Last WordsFrancis Newton 1965-2005Mammy, mistress, millionaire, martyrWhat is the death of one more black daughterMammy, mistress, millionaire, martyrWhat of the hope of one more black daughterNo Appeal, No StayNo last words for FrancisNo time to have her say,Francis last moments on a gurneyWas there even enough time to pray?Standing, was her sister in tearsHer hands shielding her worst </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annalimontassalisbury.blogspot.com/feeds/112680160202805707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16771114&amp;postID=112680160202805707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16771114/posts/default/112680160202805707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16771114/posts/default/112680160202805707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annalimontassalisbury.blogspot.com/2005/09/no-last-words-francis-newton-1965-2005.html' title=''/><author><name>Anna Limontas-Salisbury</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117768036899469504698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-fOJ4G2fewAw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAADU/Yy46sfS7rxI/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
