About Lynne Viti

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I’m a poet and fiction writer. My day job is teaching writing at Wellesley College in Massachusetts, a gig I love and enjoy every moment I’m in the classroom.

How (and why!) to pre-order my poetry collection, “Baltimore Girls”before January 6, 2017–

How: go to: https://www.finishinglinepress.com/product/baltimore-girls-by-lynne-viti/

Why it’s important to pre-order: because this small press pays authors  not in royalties or cash, but in  book copies. The more pre-orders, the more copies (25 if I get fewer than 99 pre-orders, 50 if I have 100-154 preorders, 75 if I have 155+ preorders.

More why:  I care deeply about education, particularly for those kids in Baltimore or Boston who want to be part of a faith-based school with a mission to serve urban students. For all those copies I receive in lieu of payment, I will donate half the sale proceeds to Mercy High School, Baltimore, and the other half to Epiphany School, Boston.

Support poetry, support me– the blogger/teacher/poet– and support kids in Baltimore and Boston!

Press  and Video

Interview, South Florida Poetry Journal, June 2016

Glimmer Train Short Fiction Contest Awards, July 2014

Finding the Right Word on the Airwaves and in the Classroom, Wellesley College website

“The Writing Life,” by Jennifer Vanasco,Wellesley Magazine, Winter 2014

“Growing up Digital: Experts say social media isn’t hurting today’s teens,” Metro West  Daily News,   November 14, 2011   

"Testing Mrs. Gardner's Will," by Alex Beam,Boston Globe | January 27, 2009

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6 thoughts on “About Lynne Viti

  1. I knew your cousin Michael when he was at Loyola, and I also knew Ceil Malloy, his first wife, but I can’t remember whether she went to Notre Dame or MSA. I do remember that Ceil was one of my three housemates in Ocean City in 1959. Diane Petty (Notre Dame ’57), Betsy Kane (MSA ’57), Ceil (?) and I had found work as waitresses in three of the many restaurants clustered along the beach in what is now the old part of town. We rented the top floor of one of those old two-storey houses with one bath and only two bedrooms, but since we had different shifts there was always a bed available for anybody who wanted to sleep. Or try to sleep, since the living room was usually noisy with music, talk and laughter. Mike had found a summer job in OC so he was often there to see Ceil, as was Diane’s boyfriend, and her brother Gene, who was dating Betsy. Though the young men were there at all hours (everyone worked very late or very early) and the traffic was constant, it was all very respectable since we were all graduates of Catholic high schools. Oh, there may have been some beer drinking by the boyfriends but that was the limit of our debauchery. So the four of us were dumbfounded at the arrival of a notice of eviction. Why? The reason cited was “prostitution,” but the real reason is that we had paid rent in advance for the whole season, so the landlord could rent the apartment to someone else without refunding a cent to us. Not the first time those wary Eastern Shore people had pulled one over on summer workers from the big city, we were told. I never saw Mike or Ceil again though I heard that they eventually got married and had a child or two. Imagining the fun-loving Mike I knew — with his merry blue eyes and constant grin — as a general with a ramrod spine and no-nonsense gaze, is quite a stretch.
    Many thanks for the photos of MSA. Our annual reunion this year will be held at the old campus, now part of Johns Hopkins, to honor the class of 1963, the last to graduate before the school was closed for good. Our principal, Sr. Christopher, will be there.
    My little sister went to Mercy, class of 1967, so I’ll pass this on to her.

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