Monday, September 22, 2014

Isabel Allende, woman writer

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Isabel Allende (Spanish: [isaˈβel aˈʝende] ( ); born 2 August 1942) is a Chilean writer.[1][2] Allende, whose works sometimes contain aspects of the "magic realist" tradition, is famous for novels such as The House of the Spirits (La casa de los espíritus, 1982) and City of the Beasts (La ciudad de las bestias, 2002), which have been commercially successful. Allende has been called "the world's most widely read Spanish-language author".[3] In 2004, Allende was inducted into the American Academy of Arts and Letters,[4] and in 2010, she received Chile's National Literature Prize.[5]
Allende's novels are often based upon her personal experience and pay homage to the lives of women, while weaving together elements of myth and realism. She has lectured and toured many American colleges to teach literature. Fluent in English as a second language, Allende was granted American citizenship in 2003, having lived in California with her American husband since 1989.

Isabel's second book was written when her daughter died. She wrote about void, emptiness, darkness Just like Isabel, my first book brings someone to connect with me almost every day.  As a writer, the greatest accolade back from a neonatal nurse from the University hospital of Toronto. She said she read my book. The head of the NICU there gave her the book to read before she took up her position.

I would be a dream I won't ask if I can achieve a fraction of her success. I have already succeeded. Recently, a counselor/therapist read my 4th book, Cry of oppressed women told me she will use it as reference for her work.


my books as a reference for professionals



Published May 2014



Women face many kinds of oppression.

A counselor/therapist  read my book and said she would use it as a reference for her work. This is the best accolade one can get from a professional. Cry is my second book where it is used.

Diary of a bereaved mother is used in a university hospital in Canada as a reference for professionals in neonatal intensive care.


                    

outdoor wednesday: portable BBQ


We went to a BBQ, the city's free BBQ allows you 1 hour of free use. This guy was very smart to bring his own.

University Graduation

Last week, I was driving past a university, and I saw some students taking their graduation photos in the rain.


When you have slogged three, four, six, ten years. Don't you think you deserve an elaborate ceremony like this? The water engineer getting his PhD.
***Inside the Auckland Town Hall***








This was my capping/graduation/convocation with Mark. I walked from the campus at Princess Street, down Victoria Street, walked up the stairs into the Great Hall. Then I never saw him again. I wonder where he is now.

My reflection for this week is two profound ideas. I just learn that some Town fathers wanted to demolish this building. Luckily there was some wise people who opposed to this move. Imagine this grand old lady was gone? What a great loss it would be.

The other is some people advocate that you don't need to succeed in life without an education. I beg to differ. Education has served my family very well. My grand grand dad had a SIEW CAI, and equivalent of a university degree more than 100 years ago in China. The family had instilled in us the value of education. Yes, we may not be rich financially, but we have a wealth of experience.

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Saturday, September 20, 2014

FSO: our favourite streets.

 


 A long waited tunnel, spaghetti junction will shorten our trip to the airport and to the downtown.

Streets [Friday My Town Shoot Out] [Link-up]

This week, show us your towns streets and corners. This can go from highways, to rural country roads. What is your favorite street and why?


Tuesday, September 9, 2014

Andrew's birthday month.


On Sunday, a new friend gave me this lovely infinity scarf. I was chatting  with another friend when I  got this glow of fuzzy feeling. When I was pregnant with Andrew, I knitted a coat with a similar texture and colour. I wore it everywhere I went. It was stretchy just like this scarf, and I wore it even when I was 9 months pregnant.

I had forgotten about this purple coat until I chatted with Roz. Andrew might have died, but he is in my heart, and it was having him that I became a writer.