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November 30, 2011

WHICH KIND OF AUTHOR ARE YOU?

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Two authors walk into a bookstore. They head straight for the shelves to look for their most recent books.

They do not find any of their titles.

One author slumps into a nearby chair. "This bookstore doesn't stock my book."

The other author grins. "This bookstore sold out of my book."
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Published on November 30, 2011 04:00

November 28, 2011

SOME THOUGHTS ON THE COEXISTENCE OF HAPPINESS & DISCONTENT

Do you know what the difference is between happiness and contentment?

When I googled it, I got 893,000 answers, like this one and this one and even this youtube video. All the ones I took the time to read/look at seemed to view happiness and contentment as on the same continuum.  But I am not so sure.

Because for me, contentment feels like being stuck in the same place. It's too passive or something, and why I could never embrace Buddhism (all that rejection of desire...). For me, happiness involves DIScontent, striving, moving. I feel good when I am working toward something.

I think my brand of happiness is a lot like something I heard actor Michael Caine say in an interview: "I'm like a duck: calm on the surface, paddling like hell underneath."


I also heard Kenny Rogers say something similar in a recent tv interview.

Your thoughts?
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Published on November 28, 2011 05:14

November 25, 2011

THINGS I LEARNED THIS THANKSGIVING

1. When you add fresh pineapple to jello, the gelatin won't gel. That's right: it's all chemical. Should've stuck with the canned stuff.

2. That turkey recipe that called for champagne? JUICY! SUCCULENT! DELICIOUS! Totally lived up to the hype.

3. Lots of families go to the park after all the feasting. I didn't know that until we went yesterday afternoon. (Next year, I think we're going to sign up for one of those Thanksgiving Fun Run/5K events. You know, just pop the turkey in the oven, run, then voila, feasting time! Yeah.... if only all those side dishes would prepare themselves..... take-out, anyone?)

4. If you write a poem in between the cooking, it will not be about gratitude. Nope. The poem I wrote yesterday was a BREAK-UP poem. I know! Where did that come from?! (Don't forget: Poetry Friday ROUNDUP is today with Heidi at My Juicy Little Universe.)

5. If your oven explodes two weeks before Thanksgiving, chances are the top burners will fail Thanksgiving DAY. Yep. It happened to me.... fortunately a quick trip to Home Depot for new ones, and I should be good to go.

Happy Black Friday, everyone!
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Published on November 25, 2011 05:36

November 22, 2011

SHOULD I BE CONCERNED?

Yesterday my youngest son made this announcement:

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"There are only two people in the world like me: Dad and Ozzy Osbourne."

(Rock on, Eric! But, please don't come home with those knuckle tattoos.)
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Published on November 22, 2011 06:37

November 21, 2011

GOOD NEWS ON A CLOUDY MONDAY

1. My oven is fixed! I've reserved my turkey and am excited to try this new recipe that calls for champagne. I feel festive already!

2. Yesterday sweet hubby and I went to see BREAKING DAWN. I'm not even going to read any of the criticism about the movie because I completely loved it -- and I want to savor that. (Hubby says I love anything that involves a BABY. He might be right. But I also love LOVE scenes. So, yeah, that, too.)

3.  I've abandoned my writing funk. That's right: think of me writing this week in between the family fun times.

4. I'm especially excited about these two books on my nightstand:
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5. Thanks to Amazon, most of my Christmas shopping is DONE. And we already have our tree, although it is not decorated yet. Saving that for the weekend.

Happy Monday, everyone!
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Published on November 21, 2011 08:38

November 18, 2011

FOR THE LOVE OF RUSSIAN POETRY

Have I mentioned that I've been on something of an ice-y, cold-life kick, ever since reading THE WHITE DARKNESS this past spring?

It's like this frostbitten world is chasing me -- and it's beginning to emerge in my poems.

Which is why I want to share some Russian poetry with you today, by Anna Akhmatova, whom I just discovered in the book we read for book club (We meet tomorrow night! Woohoo! I've missed you gals!) WINTER GARDEN by Kristin Hannah. Each section of the book opens with an excerpt. I'm in love:

All is for you: the daily prayer,
The sleepless heat at night,
And of my verses, the white
Flock, and of my eyes, the blue fire.
 
-- from the poem "I Don't Know if You're Alive or Dead"



 And raspberry-colored bonfires bloom,
Like roses, in the snow.

--from the poem "How Can You Bear to Look at the Neva"





Along the hard crust of deep snows,
To the secret, white house of yours,
So gentle and quiet – we both
Are walking, in silence half-lost.
And sweeter than all songs, sung ever,
Are this dream, becoming the truth,
Entwined twigs' a-nodding with favor,
The light ring of your silver spurs... 

-- from the poem "Along the hard crust of deep snows..." 



But listen, I am warning you
I'm living for the very last time.
Not as a swallow, nor a maple,
Not as a reed, nor as a star,
Not as spring water,
Nor as the toll of bells…
-- from the poem "But Listen, I am warning you
For more great poetry, visit Tabatha (who shared an original poem by Eva, sister to Jack of Beanstalk fame. So creative!) for Poetry Friday Roundup!
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Published on November 18, 2011 08:38

November 15, 2011

NEW BOOKS ABOUT FAMILY FOR FAMILY STORIES MONTH

As many of you know, I love to write family stories. And, ever since LITTLE HOUSE ON THE PRAIRIE,  I love to read them too.
So, for Book Talk Tuesday, I thought I would share about a few new titles I've read in recent weeks:



JUNONIA by Keven Henkes.
It's a quiet story about a turning-ten-years-old only child named Alice who's looking for a junonia shell during her family's annual trip to Sanibel Island in Florida. Some kids might not have the patience for it, but put it in the hands of your avid readers and see what happens. See Eva's Book Addiction for a complete review.

 WITH A NAME LIKE LOVE by Tess Hilmo. 1950's Arkansas. Ollie is the oldest daughter in a preacher's family who stumbles upon a murder mystery. You get the tent revival lifestyle without in-your-face religion.

ICEFALL by Matthew J. Kirby. Solveig is the middle child in a Viking-like family  -- and yes, here's another murder-mystery. I bet you won't figure it out. :) READ THIS BOOK. Fellow Tenner Kirby had me with his first novel A CLOCKWORK THREE. This one is even better. Don't believe me? Read the review at Fuse #8.
WORDS IN THE DUST by Trent Reedy. For readers who like to be transported, this book is for you. I was fascinated by Zulaikha's struggle to find her place within her family in Afghanistan. It also provides an "other side" view for those who question America's role/efforts in that country. Check out the review at Madigan Reads.

What family stories have you read lately? And for more book reviews, don't forget to visit Kelly at the Lemme Library for Book Talk Tuesday.

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Published on November 15, 2011 06:14

November 13, 2011

A VIEW FROM A DREAM

 In my dream, Artelia Bendolph in 1937 Gee's Bend, Alabama, looks out her window to see...   
...little Lauren smiling and spinning and dancing with a character she (Artelia) inspired:
 
Ludelphia Bennett from LEAVING GEE'S BEND.

Authors: do your characters make odd appearances in your dreams?
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Published on November 13, 2011 11:11

November 11, 2011

THE DAY MY OVEN EXPLODED AND OTHER DISASTERS

I confess: I take a lot of things for granted.

Like my oven, for instance.

When I made a special trip earlier this week to Fresh Market for red bell peppers and organic zucchini and those gigantic mushrooms, I pictured myself drizzling on the olive oil and garlic and pepper, sliding that tray into the oven, and I was thinking, mmmmm, roasted vegetables.

So I did all that. And not two second later, there was a sizzle, a boom and a blast of light.

Once my heart settled and I dared place my hand on the oven door handle and pull, I found withered vegetables with a gritty grey coating of something that probably causes cancer, or at the very least, a stomach ache.

Out with the vegetables, and in with the repairman.

Of course the repairman was busy with other jobs and couldn't come for a few days. And when he did, took one look and said, Sorry, lady, we can't fix this. Get yourself on down to Lowe's for a new one.


Which I did.

But guess what?


Apparently this is the worst time of the year to get a new oven. With Thanksgiving less than two weeks away, everyone is getting a new oven. And because my kitchen is so darn special (read: outdated), it's not like you can just roll out the old oven and insert a new one. There will be cutting and sawdust involved. Which means....

it's not going to happen for a while.

Which REALLY means... no turkey for Thanksgiving. No sweet potato casserole. No cornbread dressing.

And I have 27 people coming!

(Not really, but I did think about saying that, just in case it moved me up in the service queue.)

And yeah, I know: it's not really a disaster -- there are a multitude of other eating options.

But it is an inconvenience. Because we do use the oven A LOT around here, for things such as these:





(Just so you didn't think we were all vegetables around here. :)
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Published on November 11, 2011 09:18

BECAUSE WE CAN MAKE DO WITH SO LITTLE

Dear Friends,It's been a crazy week for me, stressful (more on this next post), and I have returned again and again to this little poem for comfort. I hope you love it as much as I do.For more great poetry, don't forget to visit Roundup at Teaching Authors where the theme is thankfulness.
American Life in Poetry: Column 346

BY TED KOOSER, U.S. POET LAUREATE, 2004-2006It seems to me that most poems are set in spring or summer, and I was pleased to discover this one by Molly Fisk, a Californian, set in cold midwinter.
Winter Sun How valuable it is in these short days,
threading through empty maple branches,
the lacy-needled sugar pines.

Its glint off sheets of ice tells the story
of Death's brightness, her bitter cold.

We can make do with so little, just the hint
of warmth, the slanted light.

The way we stand there, soaking in it,
mittened fingers reaching.

And how carefully we gather what we can
to offer later, in darkness, one body to another.
 
American Life in Poetry is made possible by The Poetry Foundation, publisher of Poetry magazine. It is also supported by the Department of English at the University of Nebraska-Lincoln. Poem copyright ©2010 by Molly Fisk from her most recent book of poetry, The More Difficult Beauty, Hip Pocket Press, 2010. Reprinted by permission of Molly Fisk and the publisher. Introduction copyright ©2011 by The Poetry Foundation. The introduction's author, Ted Kooser, served as United States Poet Laureate Consultant in Poetry to the Library of Congress from 2004-2006. We do not accept unsolicited manuscripts.******************************American Life in Poetry provides newspapers and online publications with a free weekly column featuring contemporary American poems. The sole mission of this project is to promote poetry: American Life in Poetry seeks to create a vigorous presence for poetry in our culture. There are no costs for reprinting the columns; we do require that you register your publication here and that the text of the column be reproduced without alteration.You can subscribe to this column by submitting your e-mail address at http://www.poetryfoundation.org
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Published on November 11, 2011 05:16