Tomorrow, I’m giving the Cremins Lecture at University of Hartford, which is an honor and I’d be over the moon to be asked if I wasn’t so damn nervous.
I’m not usually nervous. Give me a mic and I’m happy as a clam, but this time, I’ve agreed to talk about Frog Hollow, as in “Searching for the American Dream in Frog Hollow,” the book I’m working on for Wesleyan University Press about a particularly interesting neighborhood in Hartford. It’s the first time I’ve talked about my research, other than to say, “Hey! I’m writing a book!” It almost feels like I need to pony up — and I think I knew that when I agreed to talk about Frog Hollow rather than Isabella Beecher Hooker, whom I talk about in my sleep, I’m told. This upcoming speech has forced me to stay on task with my research. (I grew up in a newsroom and entertain myself with the notion that I work best under pressure. That is a lie. No one works best under pressure. It’s an excuse to put off working.)
The lecture is named after Patricia Cremins, an educator who died in 2011 and left a big hole \when she left. She was long-time president of UHa’s President’s College, a really cool program that extends the university’s educational efforts into the broader community.
I wish I’d met her. She sounds fascinating.
When do we get to hear about the research? I remember you talking about it before.
I’m writing the long-ass speech now. Well, I’m prettying it up.
I know it will be great. When you are passionate about a topic, your energy becomes contagious. I’ve seen how you draw an audience in, leaving them eager to hear (or read) more. You are a great storyteller, DJ. Have fun! I’ll be thinking of you.
I love you. Thank you.
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