Sunday, May 27, 2012

Pentecost 2012

© 2012 Maureen Sullivan
© 2012 Maureen Sullivan
 Veni Sancti Spiritu.

Sunday, May 20, 2012


Felicidades Pio en tu primera comunión.

Saturday, May 19, 2012

Canada 1.03

Congratulations Courtney!

Thursday, May 17, 2012

Postage One Penny

Congrats Kristin!

Monday, May 14, 2012

julia burgos

Felíz día de las madres.

Sunday, May 13, 2012

St.Boniface in the Tenderloin--repost

I used to have another blog through the Bay Area Writing Project, but it was cancelled some years ago and all the blog posts were lost. The Gubbio Project had seen a poem I had written, asked for permission to print it and later posted on their blog. I herewith share it:

St. Boniface in the Tenderloin

Jesus doesn't smell of beeswax,
plaster statues, or polished wood.
In this Franciscan church,
Jesus smells of unlaundered clothes,
of smelly socks,
of sun-dried perspiration,
of soiled shoes, of urine and used underwear.
He smells of last night's dinner,
of stale beer,
of cigarette smoke and marijuana.
Here one smells poverty and weariness,
one smells not enough sleep
and lack of privacy,
and one smells the great, humble efforts
of pride and human dignity.
My mouth fills with sweetness
for the smell of God envelops me.
There is no need for incense
to carry my prayers to heaven.
God is here. 

February 9, 2004
© Hector V. Lee

Saturday, May 12, 2012

flower power

Congratulations Martha! Flynn will miss you.

Tuesday, May 8, 2012

Let the wild rumpus begin

When I first started teaching, I was part of a literature selection committee in my district to select children’s trade books for what would then be the use of authentic literature and a whole language approach to reading. Two books that took my breath away were Maurice Sendak’s Where the Wild Things Are and Ed Young’s Lon Po Po. “That’s what I want to be—an illustrator.” Arne Nixon, from Fresno State, was a wonderful storyteller who told the story of Max and his wild rumpus. He and the story were inspiring.

Three years later I moved to San Francisco to go to the Academy of Art to become a children’s book illustrator. He told the truth to children, in order that they might have courage to confront life in its fullness. He was a mentor. Later I found out he was gay, but somehow it affirmed who he was.

Good night, Mr. Sendak.