Wednesday, December 10, 2008

2008 Poetry Contest



The editors of Reflections Magazine send out a special thanks to all the contest participants, Geoffrey Philp and Pearson Publishing for generously sponsoring this event.



We are especially thankful to the family and friends who attended, and to the faculty and staff who always give their love and support to the students.


As Yasmin mentioned at the ceremony "We could not have done it without you all!"








First Place Winner
Rachel Marshall reads

Am I?





Third Place Winner
Hilairison Petit-Frere

Get Up!

Jerome Nelson with his family
Second Place Winner

Set Free by Poetry





Reflections will feature all the winning poems and additional photos during the spring term in 2009.


Friday, November 14, 2008

Featured Artist: Brenda Presil

Feed Me


Media: acrylic paint on canvas

Feed Me is a cat lover’s collection piece. I want to remind cat owners of their pet during dinner time. For example, at dinner time cats usually want to eat what the people are eating and avoid their own food. Feed Me takes the views to that dinner table. The usage of Aerial perspective allows you to see the cat from a bird’s eye view and the same way a cat can be seen from a chair during dinner time.




Confused Mother

Media: acrylic paint

Confused Mother is a humorous painting. The Mother in the painting is clearly confused while she holds her child and people find it very funny. I want the painting to be realistic, but at the same time a fantasy. I favor Confused Mother over all my paintings because of the bright colors. The bright colors gives Confused Mother the cartoon like look that I want to produce.


Friday, October 31, 2008

Our Lady of the Tortilla

October 31, 2008
Professor Cueto's students attend
Our Lady of the Tortilla directed by Max Ferra
performed at the William Lehman Theater





Our Lady of the Tortilla
written by Cuban-American and eight time Emmy Award winning playwright Luis Santeiro


After the play several students gathered outside to express their thoughts as they prepare to write their critiques and reactions.


Consistent laughter, strong applause and positive feedback indicate that our visit to the theater was not only entertaining but thought provoking as well.

To my students, I am happy to have shared this delightful experience with you, and I hope you all enjoyed the show as much as I did.


Tuesday, October 14, 2008

Celebrating Hispanic Heritage

Student Life Leadership Series/Leaders of the Present: Leaders of the Future

Guest Speaker Dr. Norma Goonen
Provost for Academic and Student Affairs
Miami Dade College
October 14, 2008


Professor Diane Sloan and Dr. Norma Goonen




Professor Cueto's class


Thank you Dr. Goonen for sharing your personal and inspiring story with us.



"Where I was born and where and how I have lived is unimportant. It is what I have done with where I have been that should be of interest."

Georgia O'Keefe

Friday, October 10, 2008

College Prep Poetry Contest, 2008

Reflections Magazine is proud to host the first

College Prep Poetry Contest


Objective: To inspire others to express themselves through poetry.

Where: Miami-Dade College North campus

Who: Miami-Dade College North Campus College Prep students.

Entry Date: Wednesday, November 12, 2008 by 4:00p.m. in room 6104

Must be an MDC student
Must be a College Prep student
Poetry must be at least 1 minute long
Maximum 2 entries per person.


Rewards: 1st place $125
2nd place $50
3rd place $25


Date of Award Ceremony: Wednesday, November 26, 2008 12:00 pm, room 6132

(The winners will be announced and their poems published in Reflections Online Magazine.)

Sponsor: Pearson Publishing

Hosted by Editors of Reflections Online Magazine: Yasmin Moses, Bert Lorenzo and Marlene Cueto.

Contact: Yasmin Moses at yasmin.moses001@mymdc.net

Thank you to all participants, judges, Miami-Dade College (north campus) and our sponsors; you helped make this event possible.

Sunday, September 28, 2008

Featured Author: Susan Wingate

Bobby’s Diner

by Susan Wingate

Author’s Biography

Susan Wingate, novelist, poet and playwright, received a BS in Accounting from AZ State University. Wingate brings a rare and diverse background to her creative writing. Presently, she lives in Washington State and writes full time. Wingate has written three novels. Her second book, BOBBY’S DINER, just received a book contract with eBooksonthe.net and will be released in the fall of 2008. Her short story, “The Lion of Judah” received 1st Place honor (a monetary award and publication) in the August 2008 Fantasy Gazetteer Short Story Contest. One of her most recent accomplishments comes on the heels of completing her third novel, The Last Maharajan, with an excerpt selected for publication in literary journal the Superstition Review, an ASU press publication. She is a contributing writer for several magazines. Since the 2007 publication of her mystery novel, Of the Law, Wingate has kept busy teaching at writing workshops and at her studio. Her short stories and poems consistently receive awards and articles can be found in many magazines, journals and reviews. Wingate publishes an online newsletter called, “Sincerely, Susan” which has a readership of close to one thousand subscribers. She is also a co-founder of the San Juan Island Creative Women's Group. Currently, she organizes a series of reading events for her local library. These events spotlight the community’s writers and provide a wonderful venue in which to hear their work. For hobbies, Wingate likes to read and paint.

Book Summary

BOBBY'S DINER is a story of a woman trying to find herself in a town where nobody wants her. Georgette Carlisle, twenty-five when she saunters into the rustic town of Sunnydale, Arizona, snags husband, Bobby, away from another woman, Vanessa Carlisle. After he dies - fifteen years later when the story begins - he leaves his restaurant called Bobby's Diner to both women. But, that's not the only problem. Bobby's Diner, situated on an attractive highway corridor property, is slated as the next boutique tourist site and sits smack in way of Zach Pinzer's dreams and future with Chariot International Incorporated, a large developer headquartered in Phoenix. Even after Zach arranges to destroy their property and fatally wounds their beloved busboy and gardener, he nearly kills Roberta, Vanessa's daughter. Georgette and Vanessa hold fast to the only thing they have, each other, and they fight. Georgette's story tells a tale of life, love, death, grief, pain, loneliness, and redemption. And, she finds her true family with the most unexpected people.


Longer detailed synopsis:

Georgette Carlisle explains a tale of events that lead up to this morning’s funeral. Fifteen years earlier, searching for a place to call home, Georgette accepts a ride from a philandering trucker who offers to take her from a bus stop in Kingman, Arizona to Phoenix but she never makes it. After an abrupt stop along the highway, Georgette jumps out of the truck and heads off on foot until she comes to the small town of Sunnydale.

The day Georgette first arrives in Sunnydale her life is empty. When she saunters into town she meets a married man, Bobby, who owns Bobby’s Diner. After he leaves his wife, Vanessa, for Georgette, Bobby marries her.

Fifteen years later, after Bobby has died, Georgette’s life is about to change. During the reading of the Bobby’s will, his last wish is to leave his diner to both women – his widow and his ex-wife. Each refuses to sell to the other or anyone else for that matter. They decide they will try to make the restaurant work with both managing it.

However, Bobby’s Diner sits squarely on a corridor property through Sunnydale. Sunnydale has caught the eye of a large developer in Phoenix. Zach Pinzer, an up-and-coming executive at Chariot International Incorporated, envisions Sunnydale as a flourishing boutique tourist location – the next Sedona. With the underhanded help of Sunnydale’s mayor, Pinzer can acquire the land he needs for his pet project – to develop the land and incorporate the spot where Bobby’s Diner sits. When Zach offers to buy the diner from Georgette and Vanessa, they flatly refuse him.

Infuriated, Pinzer takes matters into his own hands and hires a thug to frighten the owners. It doesn’t work. In fact, the damage he inflicts upon their property only fortifies the women’s mettle and their relationship.

During Pinzer’s second attempt to scare the women, their beloved busboy and gardener, José is murdered. Later that evening, after she’s looked all day to find Vanessa, Georgette happens into the diner and finds Roberta (Vanessa’s daughter) slipping into unconsciousness from a gunshot wound to her stomach. Roberta has lost a lot of blood and she’s rushed to the hospital for emergency surgery. Georgette still cannot find Vanessa. Finally, while Roberta is resting quietly in recovery, Vanessa shows up.

After years of living with his dishonesty, the mayor’s wife decides to help Georgette and Vanessa successfully bring down Zach Pinzer and foil his attempt to seize the land in and around Sunnydale.

Now, as Georgette reflects on Vanessa’s funeral earlier this morning, she understands the true meaning of “home” – home is family. She sees how family can come in all the shapes and colors. She understands family isn’t something to contain in a pretty bottle and put away on a shelf. Family is the bottle, one that doesn’t always contain rose oil. Sometimes it contains vinegar also. Georgette finds that every once in a while, if we give the bottle a few good firm shakes, the contents will fuse and become a beautiful creamy miscellany of all the parts. Georgette’s reflection of her life in Sunnydale makes her realize that she’s learned the true meaning of home.

For more information -
Website Address: http://www.susanwingate.com
Primary Blog Address: www.susanwingate.blogspot.com
E-book can be ordered at: www.ebooksonthe.net/catalog/eBooks_Catalog_NewBooks2.html
For more information about Susan Wingate’s virtual book tour and her full schedule at http://virtualblogtour.blogspot.com/2008/08/bobbys-diner-by-susan-wingate.html

Thursday, September 11, 2008

Frances: A Hurricane Story by Professor Joann Brown

She awoke to find herself in an unfamiliar place. Then the memories began: her father mangled and bleeding on the earthen floor of the hut, her mother screening and struggling against the strange pale men with the unfamiliar smell. She was paralyzed with grief and fear. From her hiding place, she could not see the rest of her family and, in some distant corner of her mind, wondered where they were. Outside, in the village, she could hear the cries of men, women and children along with shouts in a language that she did not recognize. When these strange men found her, rough, brutal hands lifted her, forcing her through her village and through the thick vegetation for what seemed like miles. She moved in a haze penetrated occasionally by the call of a bird or the sweet smell of flowers and fertile earth. Days later, she was pushed on the ship and bound to others like herself.

Frightened beyond anything she had felt before, hungry, exhausted, and alone, she had not made any sound or put up much resistance, her mind seemed unable to grasp the reality of what was happening. This had to be a nightmare from which she would soon awaken to smell of home and the chatter of her little sisters.

But she did not awake up. Against her will, the nightmare continued. She and the others were placed in the hole of the awful smelling ship. Days after, when they were far away from land, she and some of the other young girls were returned to the deck for the pleasure of the crew. She cringed from their grabbing, prodding hands, but she could not escape their use of her body, she who had been cared for and loved. She who had been soon-to-be-wife.

Unable to escape, she allowed the haze to thicken until she no longer cared what became of her. They tried to force her to eat. And finally seeing that she would not survive, threw her overboard. The water brought relief and further forgetting.

What awakened her she did not know, but the haze had gone. Almost immediately, she felt the searing pain of loss, the anger, and humiliation of remembering. Where was she? Where were they? When she looked about she saw no form-not from herself or anyone or thing else. That is when she released it. The mournful howl began deep within her. With it came an anger like none she had ever felt. The force of these emotions shook the blackness. As she raged, she felt herself propelled upward, thrust toward what appeared to be light. The surge of pain came again and she bent under its weight, then lashed out in an attempt to escape it. That is when she broke the surface of the water.

Blind with fury, she moved in ways that caused the water to feel her emotion, so it began to churn, rise and fall, as it whispered to her its sympathy and support. The wind, which recognized her pain, wound itself around her emotion and blew with a force that ripped and tore at anything in its path. Seeing her sorrow, the rain offered itself to her and became her tears. Together they moved across the ocean united in this frenzy of emotions.

She was unaware of how long she traveled, for, aided by her companions water, wind, and rain; she had given herself totally to this expression. In the midst of her demonstration, she became aware of others, so she moved in place while she listened intently. She needed to hear these voices. Slowly she recognized their emotions which mirrored her own. When they joined her, the many voices became one. Yet each had full expression within the rise and fall of the elements. Each told of his or her sorrow, pain and anger. She moved more slowly now, having grown quite large – pregnant with the emotions of thousands of souls, who until now, could not make themselves heard or felt.

Later still other voices came into her. These confused her. They were not like the others. She heard no anger, no lose. These voices sought her for different reasons. There was joy in their expression. They begged her to come to them so that they could experience her, or profit from the damage she surely would bring. Still other voices beseeched her to move away. They did not want to be harmed or destroyed. These voices confused her even more. She had not known that she caused chaos and death. She continued.

Sometime during her manifestations, she felt the rage lessen. It was replaced by grief, which turned to sadness. She felt lighter, less weighted by the emotions she carried. The water calmed; the wind, which had become much gentler, whispered soothing sounds, and the rain ceased. She felt herself and the others release; she was empty.

Moments later, she became aware of something moving toward her. It appeared small, yet she sensed it was strong, confident and self-aware. Its presence was bringing her peace. She began to feel safe and comforted.

As it approached, it grew large and radiant – a brilliant white light that contained within it all colors whose many hues played across the water. Now the wind carried a gentle, soothing voice that spoke to her and all the others. This loving presence reminded her of something beyond the pain, an emotion far greater and deeper. She and the others allowed this wondrous light to embrace them. As it touched each of them, remembrance came. This time the rain expressed tears of joy; the water washed them clean, and the wind carried away the last of their pain and sorrow.

What waited for her and all of the others to remember, what waited beyond the pain was love. She felt a gentle pull as if unseen hands reached out for them. Suddenly they experienced a deep longing to go home. Home! After she thanked each of the elements, she and the others felt themselves enfolded as if in a lovely blanket of light. With a sigh, they completely relaxed and let go. They were in the arms of love, and they were going home.

Tuesday, September 9, 2008

Third Annual Business Day

Miami Dade College

School of Business

Third Annual Business Day

How to Succeed in Business in South Florida

Thursday, September 25, 2008

Lehman Theatre, Room 5120

8:25 am – 9:40 a.m.

Understanding Credit

William Mateo, Program Director

ACCION USA

9:50 am – 11:05 a.m.

Professional Business Speaker Series

Understanding Credit: Pathway to Business Success

Soley C. Gonzalez, Community Relations Specialist

South Florida Educational Federal Credit Union

How to Obtain a Contract with the Government

Jackie Rule, Procurement Specialist

Florida Small Business Development Center

11:15 am – 12:30 p.m.

School of Business Alumni & Friends Panel Discussion

Prof. Charlie Beavin, Moderator

Javier Borges, Ernest & Young

Jean Castor, President and CEO, Americ Mortgage

Mayllelis Escalona, Ernst & Young

Michelle Howell, CBIZ MHMLOC

Theresa V. Lucotti-Bildik, Internal Revenue Service

Hudson Robillard, Senior Auditor, Morrison, Brown, Argiz & Farra, LLP, Certified Public Accountants & Consultants

Eugene Simmons, Assistant V.P., Residential Lending Department

City National Bank

For more information contact Prof. Julio Borges

305-237-1236

jborges@mdc.edu

Room 3242-53


Tuesday, September 2, 2008

The Challenge

If everyday is uncertain, then who knows what tomorrow brings?

If every animal could be saved, then our world would be a better place.

If I give a challenge would you try something new?

I guarantee the reward is greater than what your expectations are.

If we give up too easily, then life itself would be a piece of cake!

Take this walk, leap, or drive, but I give you this challenge…

The challenge is not hard, nor does it require anything drastic.

However, in the end our lives would be simple, optimistic, and rewarding.

If we say who others ideally think of us, then prove it…

The challenge is not a requirement, but a request…

It’s more- so a routine that you would get used to; a test of character and strength.

I try to accomplish the challenge best to my ability…

Are you ready? ...


The challenge is TO BE YOU, AND LIVE LIFE!!

Thursday, August 28, 2008

Featured Author: Dave Richardson

I am excited and honored to host Dave Richardson author of Vietnam Air Rescues His book recounts his experiences as an air force helicopter rescue pilot in Vietnam. In the following guest post he shares a glimpse of his very personal story and how his book evolved. If you are curious about some of the details and want to hear more from the man himself visit Dave Richardson's one hour interview hosted by Nikki Leigh on BlogTalkRadio.

How the Book Came to Be

I am, and always have been, an avid reader. In addition to spending a great amount of my time in reading, I constantly carry an 'emergency book' to fill in spare moments, so it probably was inevitable I should set down my experiences in writing. Reading was certainly a great diversion while I was in Vietnam.

This book has a somewhat convoluted history. I was a ‘Jolly Green’ combat rescue helicopter pilot in Vietnam in 1967-1968. When I finished my tour in Vietnam, I was assigned to Germany as a helicopter pilot flying VIP’s and light cargo.

While in Germany, our family participated in the Volksmarch program, which consisted of walks of varying length through the German countryside. Each participant who finished the route earned a souvenir medal. To pass the time while on these hikes I began relating my Vietnam experiences to my two older sons.

Thirty years after my last rescue, my second son, Craig, who was by then an Army helicopter pilot stationed in Korea, found an internet listing searching for me. With the connivance of my wife, he furnished my contact information to the requestors.

So it was that, on a Sunday afternoon, I received a call inquiring if I was ‘Jolly 09’. I was flabbergasted and asked who wanted to know. Turns out it was one of the ‘Sandy’ pilots (call sign of the fighters who provided armed escort for the helicopters), who said the Air Force had requested that the surviving participants of that rescue travel to Nellis AFB in Nevada to brief them on that mission.

I jumped at the chance and my wife and I traveled to Nellis. It was there that I met (under much more desirable circumstances!) many of the folks who had flown on my final mission. One of them was the survivor I had picked up. We began an on again/off again correspondence via email.

Having gotten the ball rolling, so to speak, Craig began pestering me to write down all those stories he and his brother had heard so many years earlier. I was reluctant to do this, however. It sounded like a lot of work. So, the project just faded away.

Shortly after this, I retired from my teaching job and my wife and I moved to Kansas where Craig and his family (with, at the time, our only grandchildren) resided. Craig began pestering me anew about writing a book, but I wasn’t interested.

Then, I received an email from the survivor of that last rescue. In it he jotted down the essentials of what had occurred; at least from his point of view. Intrigued, I wrote a counterpoint and found the task to be enjoyable.

I decided to attempt a written record of those events from so long ago. A key ingredient was my locating my old flak map and discovering that I had written down the dates and location of each rescue on the back. Then began a lengthy period wherein I would write down the particulars of each rescue, while Craig researched and produced maps from the grid coordinates I supplied. We were also able to scan and use the old pictures I had taken while over there.

We decided to produce our efforts on standard typing paper, bound with a ‘comb’ format. Since this would be a ‘legacy’ of sorts to my children, I was faced with the problem of what sort of format it would take. After much soul-searching, I decided to write my own (very unauthorized) history of the Vietnam War for their benefit.

My final format was as follows:

· An introductory letter to my (now 4) sons

· A Table of Contents

· The Unauthorized History

· A section, titled, ‘In the Beginning’, detailing day to day events in the life of a Jolly Green pilot not related to any specific rescue

· The Rescues, themselves

· A Section, titled, ‘Bits & Pieces’, relating non-rescue experiences I had

· A section, titled, ‘This Way to the Egress’, which closed out the narrative section

· A section, titled, ‘Jargon’, defining the military terms used

In January of 2003, we printed 10 copies under the title, ‘An Old Helicopter Pilot Remembers Vietnam’ on a laser printer and distributed them between the boys and myself. It had been fun, but I was glad it was over. This was the first edition.

Then, friends and other family members found out about this project and began requesting copies for themselves. Initially, I copied everything onto a CD and sent them to those who asked for one. I also added a few anecdotes which I had failed to include in the original version. This became the second edition.

The third edition came about when I discovered a method of producing your own paperback books. Determined to try it, I produced six copies, which included minor typographical changes. My experience was that, although producing your own paperback books is fun, it is also extremely time-consuming, so I once again resigned from the book writing business.

But that was not to be. After awhile, my eldest son, David, suggested that I produce the whole thing as an e-book. At first, I resisted this effort, but finally decided it was the way to get me out of the CD production business.

David insisted I change my ‘stogy’ title, so, after much thought, I renamed the book, ‘Vietnam Air Rescues’.

Producing the material in e-book form was a lot of work, but we finally got it ready. This became the fourth edition.

Once again, I ‘retired’ from the book business. Or, at least I thought I had. It wasn’t long before David came up with the idea of having an actual book printed and began bugging me to do just that.

As always, I was reluctant. I had heard horror stories about rejection notices and the general inability to get a private venture published. David countered these objections by locating several POD (Publish on Demand) companies.

So I embarked on yet another revision (#5) of my book. After looking at several POD publishers, I concluded that Amazon offered the best package through their CreateSpace program.

They offered exactly what I wanted, a no cost upfront, quality product with no minimum number of books required. They also provided a free, sales website.

I already had my own website (www.vietnam-air-rescues.com ) which I had developed after relying heavily on both David and son #4, Mark.

I decided that, if I was going to have a commercially published book, I needed to ‘shape it up’, so to speak. The first thing to change was the cover. I had produced my own cover for the earlier editions. It was OK, but I felt a new, commercially produced cover, was called for.

Therefore, I initiated a search for a cover designer that in the end turned international. Out of 18 submissions, I eventually picked a fellow in England who worked well with me and produced what I consider to be an outstanding cover.

Oddly enough, it was not what I originally envisioned. I had stipulated quite stringent guidelines for what I wanted. He sent me some great renditions following my instructions, but also included some of his own, ‘just for comparisons sake’. I was literally ‘blown away’. His concept was so much better than mine!

While all this was going on, I did some reformatting to fit a 6x9 inch book and added yet a few more anecdotes that I wished I had remembered for the earlier editions. I also decided to hire an editor. It wasn’t that I was unhappy with my writing; I just felt that ‘pride of authorship’ should be set aside and a set of ‘fresh eyes’ turned on it. The woman I eventually hired, through the assistance of my 3rd son, Eric, was just what I wanted.

She managed to offer several ideas regarding formatting of paragraphs, etc. that have made the book what it is today. Best of all, she was careful to allow me to preserve my own style while making the changes. Perhaps her biggest contribution was to convince me that, if this was now to be a book for the general public, I just had to eliminate the references to ‘Mom’, ‘your brother’, the boy’s personal names, etc.

Since the book has appeared commercially, I have developed a 30-minute, multimedia program, which includes two snips of actual combat film of my rescues I had forgotten I had. I have presented this program to churches, civic groups and historical societies and remain available to do at request.

All in all, I have been the lucky recipient of advice from my wife and all 4 sons as I waded through the murky waters of authorship. People constantly ask me if remembering and committing to writing my combat experiences has been emotionally distasteful.

The answer is, “No”. I was fortunate in that my actions saved the lives of men who otherwise would have died or spent years in a prison camp as a POW. Thus, I feel I was spared the negative experiences of others who have had, perhaps, a much harder time coping with their memories.

In the book, I record an experience that occurred in 2004 when I was a speaker for the Vietnam Moving Wall display in Kansas. This type of emotional healing of others, including some who have told me they now can begin to understand what their husband, father, or brother went though is perhaps the true reason for this book. I don’t know. I didn’t plan it this way. It just happened.

Another plus for me while in Vietnam, and one I candidly feature in the book, is the fact that I am a Christian and I felt that God was assuring me that He would see me through. He certainly did.


Nikki Leigh Talks with Dave Richardson (Listen to the one hour interview on BlogTalkRadio)