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I live in Mid-Michigan, away from traffic. Since graduation, the most important and gratifying job I had was to raise two daughters who turned out to be fine young women. My oldest, a MSU graduate, currently lives and works in Chicago. My youngest will "soon" be a MSU graduate and will further her education in psychology. I am a member of Mid Michigan Writers, working on a book of short stories. I've had a few articles published and won a few writing contests for fiction and one for poetry and though the money was nice, I can't quit my day job. I am also a member of the Purple Glove Society, a group in Mid Michigan dedicated to empowering people through the arts. We write grants and sponsor projects such as memoir writing, arts, crafts, drama, book discussion groups to name a few. My future goals are to write and travel.
Words of wisdom - You will know who you are when your memory no longer describes you. Favorite Quote- " For me, writing something down is the only way out"-Anne Tyler A Favorite Poem-Refrigerator, 1957 by Thomas Lux which ends like this-They were beautiful and, if I never ate one, it was because I knew it might be missed or because I knew it would not be replaced and because you do not eat that which rips your heart with joy. |
Debbie
(Hebert) Walker Email: 
I
remember a very funny incident at ABHS. What made it so unique is that it
happened by accident. Linda Struzynski and I shared a locker where we stashed
our sewing projects from Home Ec on the locker's floor. (shows you how much we
valued that experience) We had a few minutes before the next class so we grabbed
our books from the locker and walked slowly towards one of the main halls. When
the bell rang, we crossed the aisle to the other side just as a large group of
students rushed through. What I didn't realize was that when I bent down in my
locker, my wool skirt brushed up against a spool of white thread that clung to
the fabric and stayed with me down the hall and across the aisle. All of a
sudden we heard girls screaming and boys yelling, "What is it?" and
"Get it off me." There were arms everywhere thrashing and pushing.
Here this large group of students were entangled in this web of white thread.
When it dawned on us what it was, we couldn't stop laughing. We laughed so hard
we cried. We got out of there fast and I didn't mean it, honest.