Maryann is known as a landscape painter. Recent works include the 36”x 36”oil painting entitled "Millbrook Marsh #1 for Joseph Pasda” for the collection at Millbrook Marsh Environmental Center State College; twelve prints presented to New Presbyterian Weill Cornell Hospital, 525 E. 68th Program 2007 and St. Luke’s Cancer Center, Bethlehem, PA 2009; The Pennsylvania State University Lehigh Valley Campus Fogelsville “The Promise of Penn State” Exhibition January 2008.
Tuesday, November 19, 2013
Practice prayer to heal
Tuesday, November 5, 2013
Dr. Maryann DiEdwardo writes about Practices to Heal
Thursday, October 24, 2013
Tuesday, October 1, 2013
Teaching English---techniques by Maryann DiEdwardo
Monday, September 9, 2013
Maryann DiEdwardo Ed.D. Independent Scholar 2013 Interests and Research
In my recent career as a writer, I have published 30 books and numerous articles. My current positions include Writing Coach at Lehigh University Computer Science and Engineering Graduate Department in the fall semester. I also work as a specialist in distance learning for University of Maryland University College; additionally, I perform design for course templatesand lecture on models, frameworks, and paradigms. I teach American Women Writers, History of the English Language, Seminar in Poetry, Renaissance Lit, the Novel, and Structured Writing Courses.
I serve on the Board of the National QiGong Organization. I also volunteer for two committees for the NQA: (1) Certification and (2) Research and Education. I also present lectures for professional conferences in the United States concerning strategies in educational leadership, health education about alternative practices, and teaching techniques. As an Adjunct Professor, I teach both traditional and distance learning. For 40 years, I have worked for Pennsylvania Colleges and Universities.
At Lehigh Carbon Community College in 2006, I designed the first distance learning class that the college offered in English 2 with a Classical Literature concentration. The class included short story, poetry, drama and fiction units in an eight week session. Currently, for the University of Maryland University College, I
teach literature, research, poetry and writing through distance learning paradigm and also consult for the design of the class entitled The Modern Novel. I teach the following courses and concentrations at UMUC throughout the year: American Women's Literature both pre and post 1900; graduate and undergraduate level classes; The History of the English Language; Creative Writing.
At DeSales University, I taught Introduction to Drama and American Literature Colonial through Romantic (1450 to 1890) in eight week sessions; Classical Literature including Greek and Roman Drama, Stage History, Elizabethan Period, Shakespeare, James Joyce, British Poetry and American Literature. My recent classes that I taught at Lehigh have concentrated on the works of Zora Neale Hurston and Toni Morrison; other classes included concentrations in Jack Kerouac and the Beat Period, and British Literature with a specialty in Charles Dickens in my recent presentations for international conferences. In my graduate program at Lehigh, I heavily concentrated on Native American Literature; and in my undergraduate studies at Penn State University, I focused on Stage History and Film Studies.
At Lehigh University, I have lectured at conferences for our English and Education Departments on Cultural Diversity and on Feminism. In classes, I offer presentations on Transcendentalism. I also studied American and British Poetry, and I have taught Film Theory which I have emphasized as a themed class to teach writing based on film theory with concentrations in American Film History at Lehigh University in English 1 and 2. I am prepared to teach creative non-fiction, short story, and have recently published a juvenile fiction book and a set of short stories. My undergraduate degree is in Theatre Arts from Penn State University. AtLehigh University, I concentrated on Stage History 1980 (As You Like It) (performances by Katharine Hepburn, Vanessa Redgrave, Dame Edith Evans) and published a book in 2005 based on my thesis.
Saturday, September 7, 2013
Maryann Diedwardo Writer, Presenter
Monday, August 5, 2013
Chapbook by Maryann DiEdwardo, Poet
Name: Dr. Maryann DiEdwardo
Institutional Affiliation/Position: Lehigh University, Adjunct Professor for the Computer Science and Engineering Department Graduate School (Writing Coach) and Adjunct Associate Professor University of Maryland University College (Adjunct Professor for Literature)
Mailing Address: 3435 Dartmouth Dr. Bethlehem, PA 18020
Phone number: 610-349-1573
E-mail address: mad207@lehigh.edu
Title of proposed presentation: Poetry of Landscape of Gettysburg: Wild Imaginative Musings of War and Death
250-500 word abstract:
A Chapbook
by Maryann DiEdwardo
Contents
1. The Poetry of Landscape after War and Death
2. From Gettysburg
3. Haiku
4. In the Mist
5. Snow and Graves
6. Past Present Future in Gettysburg
7. Day is Night and Night is Day
9. Eating Roots
10. Discussions
11. Writing between Rivers
12. Myth
13. Themes
14. Ending
The Poetry of Landscape after War and Death
by Maryann DiEdwardo
Weeks of camping,
biking through rolling frivolous lightly windy grassy fields
and walking through the battlefields
I search for words to recreate my reflections;
poetic insights about the aftermath of war and death from the perspective of landscape.
With the eye of an artist, I view the landscape of the Pennsylvania hills
with the glory and trepidation. For the seasons touch the land softly as the
truths bite us, capture us, imprison us with horrific memories of loss
From Gettysburg
By
Maryann DiEdwardo
From Sandburg’s “Grass” in 1918
The piles of bodies at Gettysburg
Enter our minds
From my reflections of the aftermath
of war and death
I watch myself as I react
I can not help but weep
inside so I do not despair
sons whom they loved
fought and died for freedom
as we still fight today
war does not cease
Haiku
By
Maryann DiEdwardo
Sitting still I wait
Wait…hush…the sound of battle
Awakens me now
In the Mist by Maryann DiEdwardo
Quietly, I lie
The hush pushed my mind to the present
White mist surrounding me
Suddenly, I am aware of the presence in the far right space over the hill
Knowingness, otherworldliness, prompts me to be wary of my judgments
Of course, memory haunts me, places, presences
Yet, I hear sounds that are under and over my consciousness
Softly, I observe my observances to acknowledge presences as substance
But not of present space.
Presence is past events muted.
Softly, my awareness becomes keen.
I awake fully.
Sounds utter in the dark of night in the natural spaces of war…catbirds in the bush
Sounds form from the mist anoint me with spiritual presence.
My days are changing after these moments with the night, the mist, the sound of Gettysburg.
Change as awe. Changes of knowingness.
Otherworldliness inside. Landscapes as a guest to find lives, remembrances, truths, remember, plants, remember grass. Remember blood,
remember death.
I still wait.
A shout.
Another.
Still more.
And more.
Then the mist. Sleep again. But remember.
Snow and Graves by Maryann DiEdwardo
Lightly the flakes land.
As they accumulate, my sadness widens.
Residence of death, memories of people,
events of darkness now lightened by snow.
Past Present Future in Gettysburg
By Maryann DiEdwardo
I tell you that the spirituality of the past enlivens our hearts as we cherish the stories here at the place of our lives.
Hard to believe that death visited the holy ground with such magnitude.
Briefly, I gather the knowledge I have from my camping trips here. I await a glimmer of hope.
Winter
As the wind crawls then hovers, sounds of the felt waves of sorrow majestically beckon our hearts as we roll across snow laden trails of tears.
Spring
Upon the battlefield lies the soft cloud of remembrance. The touch of the pain dwells in the sounds of the wind.
Summer
Travel Gettysburg.
Flowers amidst sadness.
Crowds of those who try but fail to become like they were then.
They were only part of the whole war, the struggle, the strife.
Fall
Soothing colors amidst hills with only dark memories.
Such a place of sadness takes away the soul.
As the vanishing lives went away during war.
Day is Night and Night is Day By Maryann DiEdwardo Looking at the hills made me shiver. How could I enjoy the biking around the stories of death? Summer after summer we went to Gettysburg. We spent time with history and death. But the day was night as we saw dark times that ensued. Night was day as the cat bird sang and I could feel the presence of ghosts.
overcoming poverty by maryann diedwardo
poverty
can be and shall be crushed
by the Glory of God and those who love.
Framed by an epic poem, our novel
The Passing Light is based
on our struggles as Judeo-Christian
Women who survived
the brutal violence akin
to domestic strife of the twentieth
century, a heritage of Judaism
that was hidden for many years,
and a life in Christ that they
accept and lead as attending
members of
Trinity Episcopal Church
in Bethlehem
where they help feed the poor.
Writers Maryann and Patti
are authors who create a
main character based
on a spirit they know
dwells in their old art studio.
Battling the natural world
of early America as an
immigrant from Ireland,
a crusader for Christ, a
Christian man who lives
every day for God,
on a quest to live as a
free man in a different
land, Jonathan
endures the loss of his
parents due to the
potato famine in Ireland
during his early years,
the immigration to
America with an abusive uncle,
escaping to freedom
while protecting his only living relative,
his sister Joan,
her ultimate death in childbirth,
his blindness and old age
with his dog, his lovely wife
Daighre and adopted African
American son Elon by his side
The purpose of the poem
is to reveal the narrative
events of The Passing Light,
a novel about faith
and hope during despair
based on the survival for
life by authors as
they find ways to
fight abuse in the
20th century and Maryann’s
chronic illness called lupus
and Patti’s cancer in the 21st century.
The action of the poem
symbolizes human struggles
spanning three centuries to
communicate the
hopes of the past that
inspire those of us who are
today living during economic hardships.
The Muse of Calliope
illustrates the pain and
sorrow of Jonathan
as he lost Joan to an early
death but bears the pain
only to become blind due
to starvation when
he was a child in
Ireland during the
Potato Famine of the 19th century.
Eighteen Forty-five, cries of fear of death
Real loss of life and loved ones as we lost
our potato crop and kin, starvation
came by day and night. Ireland lost one
million of us. Famine did not care who we were.
The fire held her hand tightly;
Guardian angels brought her light,
And made her future days bright ‘til
Her body failed to breathe during
The childbirth that she prayed for but
Such woes grieve Jonathan; his sword
Died with Joan on a blissful day
yet the trees sway and the wind blows
She dies while the wind blows softly
Her death brings the ancestors
Who cry as well
We cry for all our loved ones
Death brings life again as renewed
spirits walk the earth
Jonathan’s eyes stop working
His strife will end with death as well
But animals prevail on the earth as friends
of humans who care
Deeply and who take care for the world
poverty
can be and shall be crushed
by the Glory of God and those who love.
The Irish, Jonathan and his sister Joan
who flee Ireland during the Potato Famine
build a new life in America
with the aid of Native Americans,
African Americans, Latinos, Latinas,
and other immigrants.
Set in the twenty first century
and told by a Polish Jewish Archeologist
who finds a diary,
The Passing Light tells the story of the 18th 19th and 20th
century resilience, courage and faith.
When Jonathan becomes blind,
he learns to live again with the help of his companion dog,
with the miracle of the first service dog as the
guide to the human master.
Eventually, Jonathan marries but his sister
Joan dies in childbirth. As the baby grows,
Lily as the adopted daughter of Jonathan will marry a former slave.
Harshly bruised by the loss of his real family,
through marriage to a white woman,
an African American former slave heals a community
and the immigrants who dwell with fear of poverty
by his generosity and community spirit.
poverty
can be and shall be crushed
by the Glory of God and those who love.
Hear the sound of the whistle
as the train passes by with
Social justice as a paradigm
for the novel resounds
with tension and resolution dependent
upon the silent resilience of the individual.
Equally, hopes and dreams of those
who came to American save her from
corruption and disruption
by evil forces of humans
who only seek materialism.
But with the understanding of the pain
of poverty and the building of
community sharing and compassion,
the face of poverty is finally crushed
by the love of members of communities
who believe that life is life,
love is all that truly exists,
and service to others is the answer to life on earth.
Love is the center of existence.
Art is true to life.