Home Is Where the Heart Is

the same photo in my course book


 Home Is Where the Heart Is[A1] 

Tanisha Ware

ENG / 125

Saturday, September 29, 2012

O. A., Ph.D[A2] .

Somewhere along the way, a negative connotation was attached with the responsibilities of a classically defined female gender role[A3] . Women maintained[A4]  the children and the home while men provided structural[A5]  and financial support to his family. Julia Alvarez makes it clear that the work of the woman – the “Woman’s Work” is an art and it is to be recognized and respected.  Even as a young girl, employed to assist rather than allowed to play, our narrator understood the effort and precision as she watched her mother meticulously prepare their home, time and again. The author’s words fill the girl with an overwhelming sense of pride and point out that the keeping of the home, is “nothing less than art” (Alvarez, 1996[A6] ).

Managing a home is hard work.  There was a time when it was considered woman’s work, meaning it held less respect (to some) than the responsibilities held by men.  House-husbands were a concept yet-to-be [A7] discovered and the place for a woman was in her home.  Respectfully so, the narrator of Julie Alvarez’s “Woman’s Work” values the efforts of her mother and shares a sense of gratification at a job well done.  The narrator begins with her mother’s advice to “keep house as if the address were your heart” (Alvarez, 1996). As she describes their planned route through the house, the reader can feel the child’s frustration with the sigh she expresses at hearing her “friends outside” (Alvarez, 1996).  She expresses her frustration with having to sweep until her mother was satisfied.  But she still refers to it as art[A8] .

If it is unclear to the reader what the narrator is feeling, in line nine she simply sates that she felt “like a prisoner in her housebound heart”.  Even still, her complaint seems warm and hardly worthy of “prisoner”.  The narrator appears to be complaining but soon refers to herself as “[her] masterpiece” and “smart” (Alvarez, 1996).  The narrator, the daughter – shows a positive outlook on her mother’s woman’s work because she knows it for what it is. Difficult.  She not only respects the woman, she also respects her work.  The narrator goes on to express the direction and advice given by her mother but proclaims that she “did not want to be her counterpart” (Alvarez, 1996)! Having “struck out” (Alvarez, 1996) the narrator “became her mother’s child” (Alvarez, 1996) and even though she tried to do something else, be something else… she returned to the familiar territory of art[A9] .

The author uses end rhyming stanzas to set the tone. The word “heart” or “art” is present in every stanza and both are present in the final four lines.  This follows with the theme that home is where the heart is.  The narrator and author seem to be one in [A10] the same.  She writes from a familiar first person point of view that pulls the reader directly into her shoes.  [A11] Or the shoes she has created. 

The author pulls the reader in with short, but vivid, descriptions of her mother’s hard work.  She begins with the bathroom tiles.  The two words alone bring to mind the scrubbing and cleaning of grout and fixtures, all requiring a different substance and tool to get the job done.  A subtle fact not mentioned or credited when discussing a woman’s work. 

The narrator’s mention of cleaning the upstairs before the down is also remnant of a first person perspective.  Most people don’t put much thought to the cleaning[A12]  process but this woman has specific directions.  The sigh that is mentioned can be heard by the reader. And feel the humidity of the exhale and the vibration of the low, guttural half-sigh, half-growl that would escape the mouth of a child that would be listening to their friends instead of interacting with them.  [A13] 

The reader is almost apt to believe that the child narrator is inexplicably sad and oppressed by the cleanliness of her mother, but each line reveals love, adoration and respect.  The author shares a daughter’s perspective of the “hard art”, the “art”, the “art” (Alvarez, 1996).  The author and narrator are amazed.  The narrator would love to deny her love for the clean but matures only to find her own form of heart-art. 

There have been and always will be gender roles and gender specific expectations.  The lines between these things has[A14]  merged and diluted over time.  Some lines don’t [A15] need to merge or dilute, some lines need to be recognized and respected for exactly what they are.  It might look like simple housekeeping to you[A16] , but to the narrator of Julia Alvarez’s “Woman’s Work”, it’s hard art.  For the young female narrator, the guidelines provided for her mother serve their purpose in the years to come.  The author eludes[A17]  to the fact that she may be the narrator and that her mother’s art came from her heart in the form of a clean home.  The narrator’s art is the art of the heart and is most likely the words in this poem.    [A18] 



Barnet, S., Burto, W., & Cain, W. E. (2011). Literature for Composition (9th ed.). New York, New York: Longman.

 [A1]This is a good title that suggests the focus of your essay.   Thank you.

 [A2]Hi Tanisha, the title page meets the APA guidelines.  Good job.

 [A3]This is an important remark.  Consider how you may rephrase it with fewer words for greater clarity.  Consider for example, “In the past, the classically defined role of women in the home earned little recognition/respect…”

 [A4]‘looked after’ or ‘took care of the…’

 [A5]How may you clarify the use of this word in this context?

 [A6]Great introductory paragraph.  It states the central thought of the poem and your own point of view.  Good job, Tanisha.

 [A7]Rephrase for clarity.  Consider, ‘The concept of ‘house-husband’ was …’

 [A8]This is an important comment.  The narrator appears to be torn between the two apparently contradictory roles – social and personal roles!

 [A9]You demonstrate a great sense of analysis, Tanisha.  I love your interpretation of the narrator’s push and pull dilemma.


 [A11]This is a thoughtful interpretation of the poet’s use of the first person narrative!  Thank you.

 [A12]Insert, ‘house cleaning’

 [A13]This is a perceptive interpretation of the poet’s use of imagery to convey her ideas about a woman’s work that was previously overlooked or ignored.


 [A15]Try to avoid the use of contractions in an academic paper unless when they are absolutely necessary.

 [A16]Remove.  It is not desirable to use conversational tone in an academic paper.

 [A17]How may you explain the use of this word in this context?  Consider ‘alludes’

 [A18]You are trying to make an important point here.  How may you rephrase it for clarity?

This is a very good essay.  It demonstrates a good understanding of the main points of the poem and your interpretation of the poet’s central thought is credible.  The paper has a definite structure and it is focused on the celebration of the woman’s work as an art.

You discussion on the poet’s use of literary devices to express her thoughts is good.  The use of quotations from the poem to support your views is remarkable.

The paper is well laid out. The introduction is comprehensive and previews the main points of the essay.  The conclusion is logical and flows from the introduction and body of the paper.

Your writing skill is outstanding and the formatting style is generally consistent with the APA guidelines.

Try to proofread your essay to address minor issues of word choice and ambiguity.  Good job.

Feedback from Instructor (Published: Sat 09/29/2012 01:51 PM MST)

Earned Points: 9.7/10
Hi Tanisha, thank you for your paper on Close Reading of a Poem. I enjoyed reading it. I have provided more specific feedback in the paper and grading rubric. Please review my comments for details and let me know if you have any questions. Great job!

Additional Comments:

Hi Tanisha, your paper on “Close Reading of a Poem” covered the basic requirements for this assignment.

You selected  “Woman’s Work” by Julia Alvarez from our reading list as required, and you also met the word count requirement.

Your paper demonstrates a good understanding of the central thought of the poem and a grasp of the writer’s purpose and strategies.

Your analysis of the narrator’s dilemma and ultimate acceptance of the value of ‘woman’s work’ is thoughtful and credible.

Additional Comments:

The paper has a definite structure. The introduction previews the main points of the poem and defines its central idea or theme.

The conclusion is logical and  flows from the introduction, giving the paper its sense of unity and coherence.

Continue to maintain the professional tone of your essay by avoiding the use of conversational words and expressions.

Additional Comments:

The paper is well laid out. Your writing skill is outstanding, and the sentences are generally clear.

Try to proofread your essay to address minor issues of word choice, punctuation and ambiguity.

page 1 of my handwritten notes

page 2 – graphic organizer and all

baking blog ~ 2: lena b’s banana nut bread


i love to bake.  particularly desserts, but if you can put it in the oven — i’ll give it a try. my favorite things to bake are stand alone favorites: several types of cookies, a killer chicken pot pie, cupcakes and banana bread. i think we all (except for those that are allergic) love banana bread, don’t we? well i have a story to share about some banana bread and it is going to knock your socks off. the bread is divine. but the story, well, the story makes it better.

outside of the facts learned in school, i got (most of) my intelligence, my humor and my county-girl charm from my grandmother. she was a phenomenal person. she also taught me respect. the born-and-raised in the south and we-don’t-take-none-of-that-backtalk-’round-here respect. she taught me about personal space, real friends and why you should never keep your car and house keys in the same place. she taught me how to sew, bake and gave me Kitchen 101.

it was during our time in the kitchen that she shared with me her many recipes.  i have lots of hand written recipes and notes from her.  i have newspaper clippings, magazine pages and even some word search puzzle entries that contain recipes that she enjoyed. or at least, wanted to enjoy. of all the years and all the recipes, one of them outweighs the rest. it is her recipe for banana bread. here is an image (the measurements have been eliminated to protect the integrity of the recipe and elude the plagiarizers):

when i was in high school, the upper left corner fell off and i laminated it in an after school print shop program. we determined from the writing on the back that she had written it down in approximately 1956. *mumbling* minus the …  carry the .. and then move the… hey, yeah! that’s fifty-six years ago. that is about the same age as my parents. 🙂 i cannot provide you with any more historical information than that. she gave me the recipe and told me to hold tight to it. and i have.

i made it from time to time. not really enjoying the process or the outcome. she gave me compliments and critique along the way. if i had known, then, what i know now — i would have spent every day, since the day she gave it to me, perfecting it and honing the recipe into exactly what it is today: a legend. it’s that good.

my high school spanish teacher, used to purchase loaves from me at two dollars a piece. that was a nice little allowance until she got a loaf that wasn’t quite done in the middle and she gave up on me. understandable. i don’t remember making them too often during my college days either. what bread i did make was for my grandmother, at her request. i enjoyed it, but not enough at that time. she once told me “you make it better than i ever could”, which of course warmed my heart. i would make it for her and never think more about it.

eventually i grew up and moved out. i got a few jobs and when the spirit moved me, i would bake and share the famous bread. as time passed, i came to find that it was a certifiable crowd pleaser. it has never failed me. it has been mixed incorrectly and undercooked, but that’s user error, you see. the recipe, itself, remains consistent and predictable. exactly what a baked good should be. it has always been moist, delicious and impressive. at least, that’s what my fans tell me. 😀

i made it when i worked as a police dispatcher and have been reminded of how much it is missed.  i have made it for people along the way and always received compliments on it. i also made it for my friends at the hotel. i remember taking a loaf to the housekeeping department who promptly grabbed their morning cups of coffee and sat in silence enjoying the bread. it wasn’t until a few days later that i learned the bread was the topic of discussion that day.

i have been asked for the recipe many times to which i reply “i’m sorry, that recipe is going to make me famous. it’s a secret.” a certifiable look of disappointment comes at me followed by “well, if you change your mind”. i’ve only shared the recipe three times:

  1. after many years, my grandmother told me that she wanted to share the recipe with someone she worked with. i don’t know if you’ll believe this, but i actually refused to give it back to her. she scolded me. i retorted with my standard “make me famous” line. she didn’t buy it. i gave her the recipe. she was the author, after all.
  2. to my best friend’s grandmother (Nanny). she’s a sweet old bird who used to share “our grandkids are crazy” laughs, cured salt pork and southern lady conversation with my gramma. i made the bread, she loved it and i gave her the recipe. hesitantly.
  3. earlier today, after a little more than three weeks of deliberation and a few pleadings i shared the recipe with two of my coworkers.
    1. cee-dub (cw or coworker)one is a fellow baker who has promised me three things: a) a secret family recipe of her own, b) her help and her kitchen in creating a new baking masterpiece and c) her first-born grandchild. i intend to collect on all three.
    2. cee-dub two saved my rump last week and if my gramma were alive she would have said “you better give that girl the recipe, she helped you when she didn’t have to”… i can actually hear my gramma saying it. ugh.
    3. i started this entry a couple of months ago and have actually shared the recipe with several other people. now, you might be saying “but you didn’t share it with aaaaaaaaaaaall of those other people from way back when” and you’re right. but the fact of the matter is that i don’t follow the recipe. 😀 it’s true. i know it by heart, can predict it’s outcome and have tweaked it just enough to call it my own, so sharing it — is just a formality. it stands true, always delivers a quality product and those that have received the recipe and followed it’s instructions have yet to stop thanking me. it’s that good.

as you can see, i’m stingy. this legend of a recipe is going to put my son through college. maybe. speaking of son, he’s the number one fan. he loves the banana bread and can hardly wait for it to get out of the oven. seriously. he’s touched several hot loaf pans and stolen countless HANDFULS and slices of the bread. it is his favorite breakfast treat.

but wait, there’s more. my job recently had a bake sale. naturally, i agreed to bake. i originally intended on making cookies. but when it got down to crunch time, i didn’t have the ingredients that i needed to make the cookies i wanted to make and then i remembered the dozen-and-a-half bananas in the garage freezer. they were provided to me by a coworker after our annual benefits fair. the bananas had been a little abused from travel and were almost prime bread making real estate. she came to my section of CubicleWorld and stated “hey baker, you should take those bananas home” (thanks, Paula, i miss your smile). perfect. the recipe is simple and doesn’t require special ingredients. so i decided to make banana bread.

the sale required that all foods be individually wrapped and labeled for sale. i was completely oblivious to this fact, but decided to make mini banana bread bundts. they are just so cute and so perfect for a bake sale. i only have three mini pans, so i had to bake in shifts. grease and flour the pans, bake three breads, allow them to cool, wash the pans and then start anew. it took me six hours to bake a dozen mini bundts. and i still had batter left over.

i let them cool and sealed them up in my handy-dandy cake saver and travel container. a God send of a gift from my aunt, Martha Stewart and the fantastic folks at Wilton. the next morning i trotted off to work, proud and excited. when i got to the bake sale area, i had forgotten to wrap and label the cakes. i hurried back to the break room… found some clear plastic plates, white paper doilies and saran wrap. i printed up some labels and priced the pretty little breads at $3.50 each. the packaging was so simple and cute. the only thing that would have made them better was ribbon and instead of labels, vintage shabby chic graphic art tags. i started with twelve, took ten to work because my aunt and son claimed one each. ten mini bundts.

as i was preparing my food fare for sale, one of the potential patrons walked by. she saw the bread under the cake saver cover and was drawn in by its sheer beauty. she approached the table, eyes wide, inquiring

“what are those?”

and me, being me, went into my whole schpiel like i’ve just shared with you. she asked about my grandmother and i had to tell her that she had passed away several years ago and how my aunt and i had taken care of her those last few years and so forth and so on… well, the story ended in with the two of us hugging, and in tears. she had shown an interest in the bread from the start but revealed to me:

“the story makes the bread that much better. i can’t wait to taste it.”

the bake sale opened about thirty minutes later. she bought six of the twelve. i received an email at 9:26 in the morning stating that the bread sold out in twenty minutes. the entire sale was over about forty minutes after it started. almost one hundred dollars was made and thirty-five of it was from my breads. yay!

as the day progressed, i received many compliments and three requests for the recipe. consensus on the terms “moist and delicious”. another coworker poked her head around my cubicle wall stating:

“you’re the one who made the banana bread, right? well… i heard about them but i didn’t get one.”

i made her some a few weeks later. she returned the favor by making a Thomas the Train blanket for my son. he loves it. i have seen the “buyer of six” as well who shared how the bread was already a family favorite and she had also made mental note of my pan situation and was keeping her eye out for additional mini pans. sweet, right? she told me that day and every time that i have seen her since that the bread is “to die for”, but “the story makes it better”. all of the folks that i have “met” since the bake sale, whether in the cafeteria, break room, ladies’ room or in the walkway have said “you’re the one who makes the banana bread, right?” a great reputation to have, if i do say so myself.

i have made the bread regularly and always get smiles and hugs. we had a special meeting and presentation in our department last week and as part of the surprise, i made banana bread. jackie couldn’t contain herself and was ready to devour it upon sight. she sent an email around and within minutes the majority of a large bundt bread was gone. it was fantastic to watch. everyone passing my cubicle, eyes rolled back in their head with butter stained fingers saying “mmmmf, it’s so good”. i cut a few pieces and shared them with other work friends and received more warm and loving compliments. SuperBoy and The MadMan are known for asking for “MUUUUH” (that’s ‘moooooore’) while still having a mouthful.

some of us have no talents. some of us have one or two. some of us have a million different things that we’re “kinda” good at. i have one certifiable talent and it is recreating and baking my grandmother’s recipe banana bread. it’s a simple recipe, hand written by the queen herself. it’s a favorite of all family and friends, a crowd pleaser and has stood the test of time for more than fifty years. the kids, ALL kids, love it. i take pride in it. when i bake it, i use my heart. i concentrate, infuse and incorporate love in every bite (thanks, ma!). what i can tell you for fact is this: 1) the smell is divine and will attract hungry bears, or neighbors — whichever is closer. 2) i get more joy from baking it than i do from eating it. 3) i get more joy from sharing it than i do from baking it. 4) you hope, wish and pray that you might ever be close enough to watch, listen and smell it bake. if you are, i guarantee that you will never want to be far away again.

to my grandmother:

thanks, gertrude. i love you. i miss you and i wish you were here so i could bake for you. thank you for sharing and entrusting me with something so special and wonderful. it’s almost as special and wonderful as you.