Stumbling On History
Juvenile/YA/adult nonfiction
"How we remember--not just what--shapes who we are. As individuals,
we find it difficult, when conscience tells us we've done wrong, to
face up, say we're sorry, and make amends. For an entire nation, it
is even harder to take the blame and make things right. When people
have committed terrible acts as a nation, how do they atone for these
acts and face their victims? Who speaks for a nation in apologizing--
even when not everyone is sorry? Whose job is it to honor the past?
And when should history be put behind us?"
These are questions Fern Schumer Chapman pursues on two levels
in Stumbling On History: An Art Project Compels A Small German Town
To Face Its Past. She skillfully weaves together two levels of
narrative. One is a town's atonement for the evils of Hitler's
Germany. The other is the very real meaning of this act to her
family's life.
Stumbling Stones was an art project designed to honor the dead
and displaced of the Holocaust. Bronze plaques with information about
them are set into sidewalks near where victims had lived. Since 1996
tens of thousands of them have been installed in Germany and other
countries.
"'This is a different way of teaching history,' Demnig [Gunther
Demnig, creator of the project] explains. 'Students open books and
read "eleven million people," and they can't imagine. It is an
abstract figure. With the stones these people come to life. Young
people say they would have played with [the victims'] children and
grandchildren.' In many towns students research the lives of those who
are memorialized and make presentations at the installation ceremonies."
Through the book Chapman and her mother, Edith Westerfeld
Schumer, are going to the installation ceremony in the small German
town of Stockstadt. It's the small town from which Edith's desperate
parents (whom she would never see again) had sent her to America on a
boat with other children in similar situations. On the plane over
Edith asks her daughter, "Who will remember? Fifty or a hundred years
from now, who will know this happened?"
On a personal note, Maine is stil gripped in an arctic chill.
According to the Bangor Daily News it's the coldest spell in 70
years. I've been staying in, writing and making significant progress
on my spring cleaning. But in a few minutes I'm putting on my party
clothes for a family get together at the in laws' in Winterport.
If you plan to party, please do responsibly.
If you're going to attend an outdoor gathering where they drop a ball
or lobster or something, dress to stay warm. There is nothing sexy
about frost bite. A hospital room is a pretty crappy place to start a
new year.
A great big shout out goes out to you, my readers with hope that 2018
will be full of hope and promise for us all.
jules hathaway
Sent from my iPod
Sunday, December 31, 2017
Friday, December 29, 2017
Understanding And Caring For Your Pet
Understanding And Caring For Your Pet
Juvenile nonfiction
Animal companions can be a very special part of childhood,
providing kids with unconditional love and acceptance, fun times and
happy memories, and chances to learn and grow. I believe that the
presence of first Murray, then Sapphire, and now Joey, our good family
cats, in my children's lives helped them become the kind, responsible,
compassionate adults they are today. Under the right circumstances,
it is a very good idea to share your home with companion animals.
Surprising a child with a pet is a very bad, horrible,
irresponsible, dumb, stinky, no good idea. Often it does not work
out. Look at how shelters see an influx of bunnies not long after
Easter. Rather than being cute animated toys, rabbits are complex
creatures with very special needs.
A child recipient needs to realize that an animal requires a
very special commitment. There's a big investment of time and energy
required to make the relationship work. Some of the tasks involved
can be rather stinky. And unlike electronics and other objects that
can be upgraded, a dog or cat can't be traded in if a child's interest
begins to waver. Joey cat, at 14, is very much still thriving.
A training process is, in my mind, a must for a child wishing to
adopt an animal companion. Perhaps she can apprentice with the
critter of a friend or family member. Walking, feeding, and cleaning
up after a nearby dog, for example, can help her more realistically
weigh her desire for a puppy. And reading about and discussing the
needs of a particular species with parents is another way she can self
assess readiness. The Understanding and Caring for Your Pet series is
an attractive critter care library that was specifically designed for
young readers.
"Kittens are fantastic fun--playful, funny, loving, and
energetic. It's easy to spend hours just watching them, playing with
them, petting them, and enjoying them to the fullest. They don't stay
kittens, of course--though many remain young at heart throughout their
lives."
Claire Horton-Bussey's Kittens gives prospective adopters advice
on all
things feline beginning from scratch. There's information about some
popular breeds including the fabulous mixed breeds like Joey (90% of
American felines). There's what to acquire and how to kitten proof
your abode. I was happy to see toys and interactive play included in
the essentials.
Litter box training is a must. A new feline must be integrated
with any preexisting nonhuman family members. And there's information
on feeding, grooming, and health care.
The book is packed with totally adorable pictures.
"The rabbit is a favorite with families all over the world.
Apart from cats and dogs it is one of the most popular of all the
furry (mammal) creatures we keep as pets."
Dr. Anne McBride's Rabbits is a must read for prospective child
adopters and their parents. Unless their offspring are teens, mom and
dad are going to assume a lot of the care and expense required for
health and longevity.
Forget about a small cage. Even a petite bunny will need a 6' x
2' x 2' hutch, raised off the ground if it's outside, with a separate
sleeping area. Bunny proofing to allow Cottontail the run of the
house can be quite complex, especially if she has to share the turf
with other four footers. Those convenient to dish out pellets must
supplement hay and veggies. Long furred bunnies need frequent
grooming. Nails and teeth must be kept from getting too long...
Not exactly what an eight-year-can manage solo. I think that was
about how old my best friend and her twin brother were when they were
gifted with several bunnies. They were always going to take care of
them. Their mom got fed up. Hausenfeffer made the Sunday lunch
menu. My family was visiting them that day. When we learned what
we'd just dined on...
Don't get me wrong. Rabbits can be affectionate, precious,
amazing animal companions. I have friends who can't imagine life
without them. Just if you have adoption on your mind, be realistic
about what you're getting into. If this fits your lifestyle...
...hop to it!
Again the photos are precious.
"Ferrets can be a lot of fun to keep as pets. They are lively,
intelligent animals, although not particularly obedient. They come in
a variety of colors and usually weigh between two and four pounds
(900g-1.8kg)."
These days I love seeing people walk around carrying curious
ferrets in hands, on shoulders, or in carrying devices. Those
incredibly soft critters who usually greet even total strangers with
gentle nuzzles remind me of my childhood companion Sniffles.
A ferret can be a tad destructive. It has a slightly musky
smell that does not endear it to some people. But it can be an
enchanting, amusing, affectionate chum. Just please read Dr. Anne
McBride's Ferrets before setting up an adoption.
I'd consider it more a YA than child pet. (The demographic I've
seen most taken with it is the college student/recent grad crowd).
Although mischievous and playful, a ferret is smaller and more
delicate than a cat or dog and more apt to be hurt during rough and
tumble play. And poor eyesight combined with predatory instincts give
it a tendency to nip. Prospective homes must be ferret proofed.
Regular care and enriching and social experiences are essential. A
parent should definitely supervise a child caretaker.
Oh, yeah, before you even think of adopting a ferret check your
state's laws. They aren't legal everywhere.
Those are just three of the books in the series. I think just
about any companion animal your family wants to (and can legally)
adopt has its volume. Orono Public Library has wisely invested in the
series, a good example your library would do well to follow.
On a purrrrrsonal note, my organizing is going well. I've decided
it's my spring cleaning which puts me ahead on a task that normally
inspires procrastination. I'm also writing and doing cat assisted
reading near my lovely tree.
We're in a bitter cold snap with below zero wind chills. If you have
an animal companion who goes outside pay special to his her
protection. Layer and don't sacrifice warmth for style when you go
out. Keep in touch with medically fragile friends and family
members. And if the cold is getting you down, remind yourself that a
prolonged cold snap will interfere with the reproductive cycles of
disease bearing ticks and the fleas that torment our cats and dogs.
It's getting close to New Years Eve. Please celebrate responsibly.
Have fun seeing the old year out.
My New Years plans (rather than resolutions) are to get the house
organized for grad school, work on getting my book manuscripts, and
get Joy To Maine to the point where we can save our first animal lives.
I hope you've enjoyed my 2017 reviews and plan to stick with me in 2018.
jules hathaway
Sent from my iPod
Juvenile nonfiction
Animal companions can be a very special part of childhood,
providing kids with unconditional love and acceptance, fun times and
happy memories, and chances to learn and grow. I believe that the
presence of first Murray, then Sapphire, and now Joey, our good family
cats, in my children's lives helped them become the kind, responsible,
compassionate adults they are today. Under the right circumstances,
it is a very good idea to share your home with companion animals.
Surprising a child with a pet is a very bad, horrible,
irresponsible, dumb, stinky, no good idea. Often it does not work
out. Look at how shelters see an influx of bunnies not long after
Easter. Rather than being cute animated toys, rabbits are complex
creatures with very special needs.
A child recipient needs to realize that an animal requires a
very special commitment. There's a big investment of time and energy
required to make the relationship work. Some of the tasks involved
can be rather stinky. And unlike electronics and other objects that
can be upgraded, a dog or cat can't be traded in if a child's interest
begins to waver. Joey cat, at 14, is very much still thriving.
A training process is, in my mind, a must for a child wishing to
adopt an animal companion. Perhaps she can apprentice with the
critter of a friend or family member. Walking, feeding, and cleaning
up after a nearby dog, for example, can help her more realistically
weigh her desire for a puppy. And reading about and discussing the
needs of a particular species with parents is another way she can self
assess readiness. The Understanding and Caring for Your Pet series is
an attractive critter care library that was specifically designed for
young readers.
"Kittens are fantastic fun--playful, funny, loving, and
energetic. It's easy to spend hours just watching them, playing with
them, petting them, and enjoying them to the fullest. They don't stay
kittens, of course--though many remain young at heart throughout their
lives."
Claire Horton-Bussey's Kittens gives prospective adopters advice
on all
things feline beginning from scratch. There's information about some
popular breeds including the fabulous mixed breeds like Joey (90% of
American felines). There's what to acquire and how to kitten proof
your abode. I was happy to see toys and interactive play included in
the essentials.
Litter box training is a must. A new feline must be integrated
with any preexisting nonhuman family members. And there's information
on feeding, grooming, and health care.
The book is packed with totally adorable pictures.
"The rabbit is a favorite with families all over the world.
Apart from cats and dogs it is one of the most popular of all the
furry (mammal) creatures we keep as pets."
Dr. Anne McBride's Rabbits is a must read for prospective child
adopters and their parents. Unless their offspring are teens, mom and
dad are going to assume a lot of the care and expense required for
health and longevity.
Forget about a small cage. Even a petite bunny will need a 6' x
2' x 2' hutch, raised off the ground if it's outside, with a separate
sleeping area. Bunny proofing to allow Cottontail the run of the
house can be quite complex, especially if she has to share the turf
with other four footers. Those convenient to dish out pellets must
supplement hay and veggies. Long furred bunnies need frequent
grooming. Nails and teeth must be kept from getting too long...
Not exactly what an eight-year-can manage solo. I think that was
about how old my best friend and her twin brother were when they were
gifted with several bunnies. They were always going to take care of
them. Their mom got fed up. Hausenfeffer made the Sunday lunch
menu. My family was visiting them that day. When we learned what
we'd just dined on...
Don't get me wrong. Rabbits can be affectionate, precious,
amazing animal companions. I have friends who can't imagine life
without them. Just if you have adoption on your mind, be realistic
about what you're getting into. If this fits your lifestyle...
...hop to it!
Again the photos are precious.
"Ferrets can be a lot of fun to keep as pets. They are lively,
intelligent animals, although not particularly obedient. They come in
a variety of colors and usually weigh between two and four pounds
(900g-1.8kg)."
These days I love seeing people walk around carrying curious
ferrets in hands, on shoulders, or in carrying devices. Those
incredibly soft critters who usually greet even total strangers with
gentle nuzzles remind me of my childhood companion Sniffles.
A ferret can be a tad destructive. It has a slightly musky
smell that does not endear it to some people. But it can be an
enchanting, amusing, affectionate chum. Just please read Dr. Anne
McBride's Ferrets before setting up an adoption.
I'd consider it more a YA than child pet. (The demographic I've
seen most taken with it is the college student/recent grad crowd).
Although mischievous and playful, a ferret is smaller and more
delicate than a cat or dog and more apt to be hurt during rough and
tumble play. And poor eyesight combined with predatory instincts give
it a tendency to nip. Prospective homes must be ferret proofed.
Regular care and enriching and social experiences are essential. A
parent should definitely supervise a child caretaker.
Oh, yeah, before you even think of adopting a ferret check your
state's laws. They aren't legal everywhere.
Those are just three of the books in the series. I think just
about any companion animal your family wants to (and can legally)
adopt has its volume. Orono Public Library has wisely invested in the
series, a good example your library would do well to follow.
On a purrrrrsonal note, my organizing is going well. I've decided
it's my spring cleaning which puts me ahead on a task that normally
inspires procrastination. I'm also writing and doing cat assisted
reading near my lovely tree.
We're in a bitter cold snap with below zero wind chills. If you have
an animal companion who goes outside pay special to his her
protection. Layer and don't sacrifice warmth for style when you go
out. Keep in touch with medically fragile friends and family
members. And if the cold is getting you down, remind yourself that a
prolonged cold snap will interfere with the reproductive cycles of
disease bearing ticks and the fleas that torment our cats and dogs.
It's getting close to New Years Eve. Please celebrate responsibly.
Have fun seeing the old year out.
My New Years plans (rather than resolutions) are to get the house
organized for grad school, work on getting my book manuscripts, and
get Joy To Maine to the point where we can save our first animal lives.
I hope you've enjoyed my 2017 reviews and plan to stick with me in 2018.
jules hathaway
Sent from my iPod
Wednesday, December 27, 2017
The Island of Dr. Libris
The Island of Dr. Libris
Juvenile fiction
"I am thrilled to report that after an exhaustive search, I have
found the ideal subject for our first field test, which will commence
as soon as Billy G., a twelve-year-old male with a very vivid
imagination, arrives on-site.
His mother will be busy. His father will be away. He will be
bored.
In short, Billy G. will be perfect."
Recall last summer we discovered Chris Grabenstein's Escape From
Mr. Lemoncello's Library and Mr. Lemoncello's Library Olympics?
Unbeknownst to me they are part of a trilogy build around books and
mind games. This year I stumbled upon the middle volume: the Island
of Dr. Libris. If you enjoyed the other books, you're gonna need to
read this one.
Billy is going to vacation in a very strange house. His mother
will indeed by busy working on her dissertation. His father is indeed
away. He is indeed bored out of his mind minus television and his
phone.
The owner of the cottage, Dr. Libris has a study full of books.
Part of the collection resides in a very unusual locked bookcase.
When Billy discovers the key he begins to read The Labors of
Hercules. Suddenly he begins hearing sound effects from the book
eminating from an island. On that island the characters from the
special books come to life and interact with each other and Billy,
sometimes putting him in danger.
What the heck is going on? What is the mysterious experiment
for which Billy seems to be the sole guinea pig?
Read the book and see.
On a personal note, here in Penobscot County, Maine Mother
Nature is following her spectacular Christmas Day storm with a cold
snap. These are good days for staying to home. I'm getting the house
organized to be easy to keep up when I get in grad school and working
on my writing. Of course at night I'm reading near my lovely tree
with Joey cat on my lap.
A great big shout goes out to all those who, like my husband, go out
at all hours to clean up the mess when Mother Nature parties.
jules hathaway
Sent from my iPod
Juvenile fiction
"I am thrilled to report that after an exhaustive search, I have
found the ideal subject for our first field test, which will commence
as soon as Billy G., a twelve-year-old male with a very vivid
imagination, arrives on-site.
His mother will be busy. His father will be away. He will be
bored.
In short, Billy G. will be perfect."
Recall last summer we discovered Chris Grabenstein's Escape From
Mr. Lemoncello's Library and Mr. Lemoncello's Library Olympics?
Unbeknownst to me they are part of a trilogy build around books and
mind games. This year I stumbled upon the middle volume: the Island
of Dr. Libris. If you enjoyed the other books, you're gonna need to
read this one.
Billy is going to vacation in a very strange house. His mother
will indeed by busy working on her dissertation. His father is indeed
away. He is indeed bored out of his mind minus television and his
phone.
The owner of the cottage, Dr. Libris has a study full of books.
Part of the collection resides in a very unusual locked bookcase.
When Billy discovers the key he begins to read The Labors of
Hercules. Suddenly he begins hearing sound effects from the book
eminating from an island. On that island the characters from the
special books come to life and interact with each other and Billy,
sometimes putting him in danger.
What the heck is going on? What is the mysterious experiment
for which Billy seems to be the sole guinea pig?
Read the book and see.
On a personal note, here in Penobscot County, Maine Mother
Nature is following her spectacular Christmas Day storm with a cold
snap. These are good days for staying to home. I'm getting the house
organized to be easy to keep up when I get in grad school and working
on my writing. Of course at night I'm reading near my lovely tree
with Joey cat on my lap.
A great big shout goes out to all those who, like my husband, go out
at all hours to clean up the mess when Mother Nature parties.
jules hathaway
Sent from my iPod
Monday, December 25, 2017
Full Moon Lore
Full Moon Lore
Juvenile nonfiction
"The September full moon is the harvest moon.
This month brings the Autumnal Equinox.
The light of this moon lets farmers harvest their fields well into the
night.
The moon's orange glow is like a pumpkin ripening on the vine.
Corn, pumpkins, beans, and squash--
the Harvest Moon finds our
tables filled
with the garden's bounty."
I chose September because it's my birthday month. But any month
in Ellen Wahi's Full Moon Lore would have provided a perfect quote to
start this review off with. In February we have Snow Moon when drifts
cover everything and animals (and some people) find food to come by.
June brings Strawberry Moon. In July there's Buck Moon when male deer
grow antlers (and I suspect get ready to connect with does to
propogate the species).
These days, for the most part, people are insulated from the
natural cycle of life. People who harvest sap for syrup know when to
harvest their maple trees. Orono Community Gardeners know when to put
our garden to bed. But in a world where all foods are available year
round to those with money and access, we run our lives by clocks,
bells, buzzers, ring tones...oblivious to seasons as anything other
than settings for holidays...
...which is so not a good thing.
Full Moon Lore reminds readers how in the past each month's full
moon was named to help people properly observe the seasons. This is
something we need to be at least partly going back to if we want to
inhabit a sustainable world. Many available year round fruits, for
example, travel thousands of miles in semis (air pollution anyone?)
and are blandly generic.
Anyway Full Moon Lore is a wonderful book for sharing in familes
and other groups. Maybe a group year round observation could result
in a unique naming full moons manuscript.
I can just imagine what our capitalist on steroids society would
name full moons. November is Black Friday Moon. February is spend a
gazillion dollars to show her you love her moon. Have mercy!
On a personal note, I have a few minutes in my wonderful Christmas to
post this review. A storm that is predicted to last well into late
afternoon has deep sixed plans for a ride to the in-laws which is our
usual tradition. Amber and Brian rose to the occassion by hosting a
family get together yesterday afternoon so Eugene and I got to spend
quality time with all our three amazing children and Amber's Brian.
We made glitter globe ornaments. I used gold and silver glitter and
put lots of cat stickers on mine. We had fresh hot bread Brian made.
Katie slept over last night. It was great to have her sleeping in her
room and to make her chocolate chip pancakes this morning. Joey was
delighted to have his buddy home. I was glad to have a chance for us
to talk. We and Eugene opened gifts and were happy with what we
received.
Two of my very favorite people had an early visit from Santa in the
guise of the stork. Congrats, Erin and Matt!!! Your baby is adorable!!!
A great big shout out goes out to my wonderful family! Also to Erin,
Matt, and their precious baby! And to you, dear readers. Hope you're
having a happy and safe Christmas!
jules hathaway
Sent from my iPod
Juvenile nonfiction
"The September full moon is the harvest moon.
This month brings the Autumnal Equinox.
The light of this moon lets farmers harvest their fields well into the
night.
The moon's orange glow is like a pumpkin ripening on the vine.
Corn, pumpkins, beans, and squash--
the Harvest Moon finds our
tables filled
with the garden's bounty."
I chose September because it's my birthday month. But any month
in Ellen Wahi's Full Moon Lore would have provided a perfect quote to
start this review off with. In February we have Snow Moon when drifts
cover everything and animals (and some people) find food to come by.
June brings Strawberry Moon. In July there's Buck Moon when male deer
grow antlers (and I suspect get ready to connect with does to
propogate the species).
These days, for the most part, people are insulated from the
natural cycle of life. People who harvest sap for syrup know when to
harvest their maple trees. Orono Community Gardeners know when to put
our garden to bed. But in a world where all foods are available year
round to those with money and access, we run our lives by clocks,
bells, buzzers, ring tones...oblivious to seasons as anything other
than settings for holidays...
...which is so not a good thing.
Full Moon Lore reminds readers how in the past each month's full
moon was named to help people properly observe the seasons. This is
something we need to be at least partly going back to if we want to
inhabit a sustainable world. Many available year round fruits, for
example, travel thousands of miles in semis (air pollution anyone?)
and are blandly generic.
Anyway Full Moon Lore is a wonderful book for sharing in familes
and other groups. Maybe a group year round observation could result
in a unique naming full moons manuscript.
I can just imagine what our capitalist on steroids society would
name full moons. November is Black Friday Moon. February is spend a
gazillion dollars to show her you love her moon. Have mercy!
On a personal note, I have a few minutes in my wonderful Christmas to
post this review. A storm that is predicted to last well into late
afternoon has deep sixed plans for a ride to the in-laws which is our
usual tradition. Amber and Brian rose to the occassion by hosting a
family get together yesterday afternoon so Eugene and I got to spend
quality time with all our three amazing children and Amber's Brian.
We made glitter globe ornaments. I used gold and silver glitter and
put lots of cat stickers on mine. We had fresh hot bread Brian made.
Katie slept over last night. It was great to have her sleeping in her
room and to make her chocolate chip pancakes this morning. Joey was
delighted to have his buddy home. I was glad to have a chance for us
to talk. We and Eugene opened gifts and were happy with what we
received.
Two of my very favorite people had an early visit from Santa in the
guise of the stork. Congrats, Erin and Matt!!! Your baby is adorable!!!
A great big shout out goes out to my wonderful family! Also to Erin,
Matt, and their precious baby! And to you, dear readers. Hope you're
having a happy and safe Christmas!
jules hathaway
Sent from my iPod
Friday, December 22, 2017
Gwendy's Button Box
Gwendy's Button Box
YA/adult fiction
"And she still thinks about the buttons of course, especially
the red one. She sometimes finds herself sitting cross-legged on the
cold basement floor, holding the button box in her lap, staring at
that red button in a kind of daze and caressing it with the tip of her
finger. She wonders what would happen if she pushed the red button
without a clear choice of a place to blow up. Who would decide what
was destroyed? God? The Box?"
Gwendy, narrator of Stephen King and Richard Chizmar's Gwendy's
Button Box is twelve when she meets the mystery man with the black
hat. She's old enough to know not to talk to and take gifts from
strangers. But she converses with him and goes home in possession of
a very strange and unique wooden box.
The box is quite magical. A lever on one side dispenses tiny
chocolate candies that surpress her appetite. A lever on the other
dispenses rare antique silver dollars. Neither run out. The buttons,
however, are instruments of selective or mass anihilation.
One day Gwendy, curious to see what will happen, pushes the red
button, thinking about an isolated location in Guyana. The next day
the news is all about the Jonestown Massacre.
What's that they say? With great power comes great
responsibility...all in the hands of a teenage girl.
Although Gwendy's Button Box is a departure from King's more
recent writing, it reminds me of his earlier Stand By Me. Both look
at youth without the golden patina of nostalgia that erases all
blemishes. Because of the quality of writing and the issues raised, I
think either or both would be perfect for high school literature
classes. Teachers take note.
On a personal note, you will never guess who I met in Fogler
(UMaine's) Library when I was getting a book fix! The kind reference
librarian who helped me locate a Linda Gordon book was none other than
Alexandra Hinrichs, author of Therese Makes A Tapestry! Recall we
discovered that sweet picture book last year? She works right in my
neighborhood. How cool is that?
It looks like Maine will be having quite a white Christmas. We
already look like a Currier & Ives print, and more snow is on the
way! I am contentedly getting the house ready for Katie to stay the
night Christmas Eve. The tree is ever so beautiful!
A great big shout goes out to Alexandra with hope that she is working
on another children's book. With her historian's attention to detail
and her feel for what makes a picture book come alive, she has what it
takes to make the past come alive for our youngest readers and
listeners.
A great big shout out also to you, my dear readers. I want to wish
you a merry Christmas! Travel safely. Enjoy loved ones. Have
patience with snags, disappointments, and hard to deal with family
members. I hope your yuletide is all your heart desires. I'm due to
do a post Christmas Eve, but what happens is not always what should
happen, especially with big old storms on the way. You Know?
jules hathaway
Sent from my iPod
YA/adult fiction
"And she still thinks about the buttons of course, especially
the red one. She sometimes finds herself sitting cross-legged on the
cold basement floor, holding the button box in her lap, staring at
that red button in a kind of daze and caressing it with the tip of her
finger. She wonders what would happen if she pushed the red button
without a clear choice of a place to blow up. Who would decide what
was destroyed? God? The Box?"
Gwendy, narrator of Stephen King and Richard Chizmar's Gwendy's
Button Box is twelve when she meets the mystery man with the black
hat. She's old enough to know not to talk to and take gifts from
strangers. But she converses with him and goes home in possession of
a very strange and unique wooden box.
The box is quite magical. A lever on one side dispenses tiny
chocolate candies that surpress her appetite. A lever on the other
dispenses rare antique silver dollars. Neither run out. The buttons,
however, are instruments of selective or mass anihilation.
One day Gwendy, curious to see what will happen, pushes the red
button, thinking about an isolated location in Guyana. The next day
the news is all about the Jonestown Massacre.
What's that they say? With great power comes great
responsibility...all in the hands of a teenage girl.
Although Gwendy's Button Box is a departure from King's more
recent writing, it reminds me of his earlier Stand By Me. Both look
at youth without the golden patina of nostalgia that erases all
blemishes. Because of the quality of writing and the issues raised, I
think either or both would be perfect for high school literature
classes. Teachers take note.
On a personal note, you will never guess who I met in Fogler
(UMaine's) Library when I was getting a book fix! The kind reference
librarian who helped me locate a Linda Gordon book was none other than
Alexandra Hinrichs, author of Therese Makes A Tapestry! Recall we
discovered that sweet picture book last year? She works right in my
neighborhood. How cool is that?
It looks like Maine will be having quite a white Christmas. We
already look like a Currier & Ives print, and more snow is on the
way! I am contentedly getting the house ready for Katie to stay the
night Christmas Eve. The tree is ever so beautiful!
A great big shout goes out to Alexandra with hope that she is working
on another children's book. With her historian's attention to detail
and her feel for what makes a picture book come alive, she has what it
takes to make the past come alive for our youngest readers and
listeners.
A great big shout out also to you, my dear readers. I want to wish
you a merry Christmas! Travel safely. Enjoy loved ones. Have
patience with snags, disappointments, and hard to deal with family
members. I hope your yuletide is all your heart desires. I'm due to
do a post Christmas Eve, but what happens is not always what should
happen, especially with big old storms on the way. You Know?
jules hathaway
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Wednesday, December 20, 2017
Frederick Douglass
Frederick Douglass
Juvenile biography
"Soon after he arrived, Frederick saw Sophia Auld, the mistress
of the house, teaching her children to read. He wanted to learn too.
Seeing how eager he was, Mrs. Auld started giving him lessons along
with her own children.
But when Hugh Auld found out that his wife was teaching
Frederick to read he objected. 'Teaching a slave to read will make
him unfit to be a slave,' Mr. Auld said."
Well he got that right. It's a darn good thing. Walter Dean
Myers' Frederick Douglass: The Lion Who Wrote History gives readers
the story of a man born into slavery whose life came to matter
immensely to the world.
Realizing the importance of literacy, Douglass continued his
education, reading anything he could get his hands on. Hired out to
be a caulker at a shipyard, he listened to the adventures of free
blacks and wanted nothing less for himself, especially after he fell
in love with a free black woman. Escaping slaves who were recaptured
were severely punished.
But this is a chance he was willing to take.
His story of determination and daring is one we really need to
learn and be inspired by in today's world.
On a personal note, I can't believe it! I am now the proud owner of
my first smart phone. Yesterday when Eugene got through the night
shift plowing the new snow, we got it at the mall. It's the cat's
pajamas! It's got Internet access, apps, everything. I've set the
weather and figured out how to make a phone call. It's a whole
different world from the flip phone I've been carting around for ages.
The salesperson pleasantly surprised me. Instead of trying to sell me
the priciest model, he asked me what I would use it for and selected a
relatively reasonable one.
Oh, yeah, looks like Maine is going to have a white Christmas! Santa
should be happy. Hey, at least I don't believe in trickle down
economics like one Susan Collins.
A great big shout out go to Eugene and the ethical salesperson.
Our very first big thumbs down EVER goes to Susan Collins and those of
her colleagues who put the interests of the wealthy first, filling
their stockings while leaving lumps of coal (which President Pennywise
wants to promote) for the rest of us. I'd like to know what Frederick
Douglass would think of that.
jules hathaway
Sent from my iPod
Juvenile biography
"Soon after he arrived, Frederick saw Sophia Auld, the mistress
of the house, teaching her children to read. He wanted to learn too.
Seeing how eager he was, Mrs. Auld started giving him lessons along
with her own children.
But when Hugh Auld found out that his wife was teaching
Frederick to read he objected. 'Teaching a slave to read will make
him unfit to be a slave,' Mr. Auld said."
Well he got that right. It's a darn good thing. Walter Dean
Myers' Frederick Douglass: The Lion Who Wrote History gives readers
the story of a man born into slavery whose life came to matter
immensely to the world.
Realizing the importance of literacy, Douglass continued his
education, reading anything he could get his hands on. Hired out to
be a caulker at a shipyard, he listened to the adventures of free
blacks and wanted nothing less for himself, especially after he fell
in love with a free black woman. Escaping slaves who were recaptured
were severely punished.
But this is a chance he was willing to take.
His story of determination and daring is one we really need to
learn and be inspired by in today's world.
On a personal note, I can't believe it! I am now the proud owner of
my first smart phone. Yesterday when Eugene got through the night
shift plowing the new snow, we got it at the mall. It's the cat's
pajamas! It's got Internet access, apps, everything. I've set the
weather and figured out how to make a phone call. It's a whole
different world from the flip phone I've been carting around for ages.
The salesperson pleasantly surprised me. Instead of trying to sell me
the priciest model, he asked me what I would use it for and selected a
relatively reasonable one.
Oh, yeah, looks like Maine is going to have a white Christmas! Santa
should be happy. Hey, at least I don't believe in trickle down
economics like one Susan Collins.
A great big shout out go to Eugene and the ethical salesperson.
Our very first big thumbs down EVER goes to Susan Collins and those of
her colleagues who put the interests of the wealthy first, filling
their stockings while leaving lumps of coal (which President Pennywise
wants to promote) for the rest of us. I'd like to know what Frederick
Douglass would think of that.
jules hathaway
Sent from my iPod
Monday, December 18, 2017
Real Friends
Real Friends
Juvenile graphic novel
"I never thought I would write a memoir. For one thing I didn't
have a tragic or extraordinary childhood. I had kind parents who
loved me. I had friends and many good times. But I decided to write
this book in order to show how those years felt to me, in case you
have felt or are feeling the same way. And then we can say to each
other, 'Hey, me too! Isn't that something? To realize I'm not the
only one?"
I've experienced girls' friendships from the perspective of
child, sibling, and mother. In each role I've found them to be
complex, evoking emotions covering the whole range from joy to fear
and anger...sometimes in the course of a single day. All of this
complexity is magnified by the crucialness of peers in the growing up
years.
In Real Friends Newbury Honor author Shannon Hale reveals her
life in friendships through sixth grade. There's a kaliedescope of
shifting loyalties. A best friend (Adrienne) moves. Her changed
return is bittersweet. Shannon gets on the precarious periphery of
the in group Adrienne is firmly entrenched in, a clique with ever
changing rules and alliances.
Home presents its own challenges. Shannon is the left out
middle child excluded by two older sisters and beyond the interests of
two younger siblings. Her oldest sister, Wendy, seems intent on
making her life miserable.
LeUyen Pham's evocative illustrations capture the text
perfectly. Facial expressions, postures, and distances between
characters speak at least as loudly as words. Segues between reality
and fantasy are flawless.
Real Friends is a lively, accessible book and a must read for
every girl and woman who has ever wondered what is most important in
friendship.
On a personal note, Joey cat and I are enjoying our lovely Christmas
tree. Yesterday church was so beautiful! In front were the white
poinsettas that would later be delivered to shut in people. (If you
have a cat and get a poinsetta keep the two far apart.) My choir and
bell choir teamed up on O Come O Come Emanuel. I admit I may be
prejudiced. But it was so beautiful it sent chills up my spine. I
was swept away with the pure joy of it all.
A great big shout out goes out to my fellow choir members, choir
director Molly, and our talented bell choir. We made beautiful music
together!
jules hathaway
Sent from my iPod
Juvenile graphic novel
"I never thought I would write a memoir. For one thing I didn't
have a tragic or extraordinary childhood. I had kind parents who
loved me. I had friends and many good times. But I decided to write
this book in order to show how those years felt to me, in case you
have felt or are feeling the same way. And then we can say to each
other, 'Hey, me too! Isn't that something? To realize I'm not the
only one?"
I've experienced girls' friendships from the perspective of
child, sibling, and mother. In each role I've found them to be
complex, evoking emotions covering the whole range from joy to fear
and anger...sometimes in the course of a single day. All of this
complexity is magnified by the crucialness of peers in the growing up
years.
In Real Friends Newbury Honor author Shannon Hale reveals her
life in friendships through sixth grade. There's a kaliedescope of
shifting loyalties. A best friend (Adrienne) moves. Her changed
return is bittersweet. Shannon gets on the precarious periphery of
the in group Adrienne is firmly entrenched in, a clique with ever
changing rules and alliances.
Home presents its own challenges. Shannon is the left out
middle child excluded by two older sisters and beyond the interests of
two younger siblings. Her oldest sister, Wendy, seems intent on
making her life miserable.
LeUyen Pham's evocative illustrations capture the text
perfectly. Facial expressions, postures, and distances between
characters speak at least as loudly as words. Segues between reality
and fantasy are flawless.
Real Friends is a lively, accessible book and a must read for
every girl and woman who has ever wondered what is most important in
friendship.
On a personal note, Joey cat and I are enjoying our lovely Christmas
tree. Yesterday church was so beautiful! In front were the white
poinsettas that would later be delivered to shut in people. (If you
have a cat and get a poinsetta keep the two far apart.) My choir and
bell choir teamed up on O Come O Come Emanuel. I admit I may be
prejudiced. But it was so beautiful it sent chills up my spine. I
was swept away with the pure joy of it all.
A great big shout out goes out to my fellow choir members, choir
director Molly, and our talented bell choir. We made beautiful music
together!
jules hathaway
Sent from my iPod
Saturday, December 16, 2017
What Makes Us Unique?
What Makes Us Unique?
Picture book
Diversity can be a tricky topic for adults to wrap their minds
around. For kids just learning their place in the world, however, it's
a natural interest. People obviously differ in a number of ways.
What does it mean? Why are some kinds of people seen as dangerous or
scary?
What Makes Us Unique? by Dr. Jillian Roberts, child psychologist
and educational psychology professor, is a good place to start.
Readers are introduced to a number of ways in which people look, act,
think, and feel differently from one another. It's pointed out that
folks also have a great deal in common including the right to be
treated with compassion, respect, and love.
What Makes Us Unique? is a good acquisition for public and
school libraries, especially in places where there's a lot of
divisiveness and prejudice.
On a personal note, I'm staying in today and cooking a turkey for
supper. I have time for that with the semester over. Joey cat is
wildly excited. It's his favorite food and he knows that looking
adorable will get him his share of tasty tidbits. The tree is looking
so beautiful! It's a good day for writing and cleaning and later cat
assisted reading. And knowing how lucky I am to have a home, food,
family including cat, functional literacy...
A great big shout out goes out to my talented older daughter, Amber.
If you haven't checked out her blog http://amberscraftaweek.blogspot.com
lately you don't know what you're missing. There's still time to make
pokemon stuffed toys, Christmas bats, and the most adorable cat
sweater you've ever laid eyes on. ;-)
jules hathaway
Sent from my iPod
Picture book
Diversity can be a tricky topic for adults to wrap their minds
around. For kids just learning their place in the world, however, it's
a natural interest. People obviously differ in a number of ways.
What does it mean? Why are some kinds of people seen as dangerous or
scary?
What Makes Us Unique? by Dr. Jillian Roberts, child psychologist
and educational psychology professor, is a good place to start.
Readers are introduced to a number of ways in which people look, act,
think, and feel differently from one another. It's pointed out that
folks also have a great deal in common including the right to be
treated with compassion, respect, and love.
What Makes Us Unique? is a good acquisition for public and
school libraries, especially in places where there's a lot of
divisiveness and prejudice.
On a personal note, I'm staying in today and cooking a turkey for
supper. I have time for that with the semester over. Joey cat is
wildly excited. It's his favorite food and he knows that looking
adorable will get him his share of tasty tidbits. The tree is looking
so beautiful! It's a good day for writing and cleaning and later cat
assisted reading. And knowing how lucky I am to have a home, food,
family including cat, functional literacy...
A great big shout out goes out to my talented older daughter, Amber.
If you haven't checked out her blog http://amberscraftaweek.blogspot.com
lately you don't know what you're missing. There's still time to make
pokemon stuffed toys, Christmas bats, and the most adorable cat
sweater you've ever laid eyes on. ;-)
jules hathaway
Sent from my iPod
Thursday, December 14, 2017
Girl Code
Girl Code
YA nonfiction
"If you had told us that one day we would be writing a book about
the time we learned to code, created a menstruation-themed video game,
and then watched as that game went viral overnight and shook up our
lives forever, we would have laughed in your face."
Obviously, since that book is in my hands, Andrea Gonzales and
Sophie Houser won't be laughing in people's faces (at least on that
score) any time soon. Their Girl Code: Gaming, Going Viral, And
Getting It Done couldn't possibly be more timely. Coding is a field
with rapidly increasing potential for well paying, intrinsically
interesting careers. It's still almost all guys. By telling the
story of their experiences, Gonzales and Houser show that it's also a
field with room for ambitious and creative girls and women.
Both girls were high school students when they met up. Sophie
was a quiet girl living with her family on the Upper West Side of
Manhattan. She had a great deal of difficulty with sharing her ideas
with anyone outside of family and close friends. She found class
participation difficult and public speaking torture. Andy was living
with her Phillipines immigrant parents and sisters. Both parents had
grown up very poor and put financial stability first. Andy and her
sisters were urged to work dilligently towards secure careers as
doctors, lawyers, or engineers.
They participated in a seven week Girls Who Code summer
program. It's a program created to address the shortage of girls and
women (especially minorities) in the field. When it came time to
create a final project they ended up working together on a video game
that sought to shatter menstrual tabboos. Apart from the snags and
difficulties in any coding project, each girl faced her own
challenge. For Sophie it would be speaking in front of a large
audience. For Andy it would be uncertainty whether her traditional
parents would accept her working on a taboo topic.
Girl Code, told in their alternating voices, takes readers
through that year and well beyond. Their voices are candid,
thoughtful, intimate, and perceptive. It's the kind of narrative that
could leave today's girls thinking "That looks like fun." or "I can do
that." Oh, yeah, there's a coding appendix to help them get started.
Girl code is a must acquire for public and school libraries and
a wise investment for parents of daughters.
On a personal note, in case you're wondering, I bagged my moose. I
was ready with a cushion to sit on and a book to read when the line
started forming. My moose is very soft and adorable in his little
UMaine shirt. I named him David Tyler after the prof and GA of my
sustainability class because mooses need a sustainable world.
Yesterday I went to a crafting stress reduction event at UMaine. I
made and gave a bunch of Christmas gifts and hung with my friends.
Here is how to make a facial scrub. Mix together 3 scoops sugar, 11/2
scoops veggie oil, and drops of essential oils. It's a good idea for
last minute gifts.
My Christmas tree is gorgeous. I'm putting on the candy canes.
A great big shout goes out to the CASE (campus activities) and Mind
Spa (outpost of counseling center) folks for all they do to relieve
final exam stress and Joey cat for (so far) not knocking over the tree.
jules hathaway
Sent from my iPod
YA nonfiction
"If you had told us that one day we would be writing a book about
the time we learned to code, created a menstruation-themed video game,
and then watched as that game went viral overnight and shook up our
lives forever, we would have laughed in your face."
Obviously, since that book is in my hands, Andrea Gonzales and
Sophie Houser won't be laughing in people's faces (at least on that
score) any time soon. Their Girl Code: Gaming, Going Viral, And
Getting It Done couldn't possibly be more timely. Coding is a field
with rapidly increasing potential for well paying, intrinsically
interesting careers. It's still almost all guys. By telling the
story of their experiences, Gonzales and Houser show that it's also a
field with room for ambitious and creative girls and women.
Both girls were high school students when they met up. Sophie
was a quiet girl living with her family on the Upper West Side of
Manhattan. She had a great deal of difficulty with sharing her ideas
with anyone outside of family and close friends. She found class
participation difficult and public speaking torture. Andy was living
with her Phillipines immigrant parents and sisters. Both parents had
grown up very poor and put financial stability first. Andy and her
sisters were urged to work dilligently towards secure careers as
doctors, lawyers, or engineers.
They participated in a seven week Girls Who Code summer
program. It's a program created to address the shortage of girls and
women (especially minorities) in the field. When it came time to
create a final project they ended up working together on a video game
that sought to shatter menstrual tabboos. Apart from the snags and
difficulties in any coding project, each girl faced her own
challenge. For Sophie it would be speaking in front of a large
audience. For Andy it would be uncertainty whether her traditional
parents would accept her working on a taboo topic.
Girl Code, told in their alternating voices, takes readers
through that year and well beyond. Their voices are candid,
thoughtful, intimate, and perceptive. It's the kind of narrative that
could leave today's girls thinking "That looks like fun." or "I can do
that." Oh, yeah, there's a coding appendix to help them get started.
Girl code is a must acquire for public and school libraries and
a wise investment for parents of daughters.
On a personal note, in case you're wondering, I bagged my moose. I
was ready with a cushion to sit on and a book to read when the line
started forming. My moose is very soft and adorable in his little
UMaine shirt. I named him David Tyler after the prof and GA of my
sustainability class because mooses need a sustainable world.
Yesterday I went to a crafting stress reduction event at UMaine. I
made and gave a bunch of Christmas gifts and hung with my friends.
Here is how to make a facial scrub. Mix together 3 scoops sugar, 11/2
scoops veggie oil, and drops of essential oils. It's a good idea for
last minute gifts.
My Christmas tree is gorgeous. I'm putting on the candy canes.
A great big shout goes out to the CASE (campus activities) and Mind
Spa (outpost of counseling center) folks for all they do to relieve
final exam stress and Joey cat for (so far) not knocking over the tree.
jules hathaway
Sent from my iPod
Tuesday, December 12, 2017
What Do You Do With An Idea?
What Do You Do With An Idea?
Picture book
What do you do when you get an idea? Do you dismiss it because
it might be nice, but realistically you could never pull it off? Do
you worry about what other people might think of it and/or you? Or do
you own it, incubate it, and share it with others with the potential
to share your belef in it?
Kobi Yamada's What Do You Do With An Idea? neatly personifies
this concept for our younger book readers and listeners. A young
beautifully androgynous child with a wonderfully expressive face gets
an idea and wonders what to do with it, trying at first to abandon or
hide it, but eventually finding the magic in it and nurturing it. Of
course the naysayers and sceptics have plenty of opinions and almost
succeed in getting everykid to give up.
But then something amazing happens.
Mae Besom's unusual pencil/watercolor illustrations perfectly
compliment the text. In the beginning almost all is white and shades
of grey except for the idea, conceptualized as a golden egg with a
crown and some green plants that sprout up where its feet touch the
ground. The naysayers, in particularly, are quite grimly sketched.
When the idea makes the child alive colors start to spread. On the
last page there is no more black and white.
I believe this is a perfect book to give an abstract concept
just enough concretenesss to make it come alive for kids. We need
them to believe in their ideas and not give up, not just in their
youth, but across their life span. There will be so many critics
eager to shoot them down. But with all the problems humans face we
need all the good ideas we can get for solutions. And some of them
may change the world or at least part of it.
I am taking the first steps on my idea which I call Joy (Joey -
e) To Maine. It will help people who can't afford vet surgery not
lose beloved animal companions. It took me (I'm not gonna lie) over
two years to come up with a viable structure. Right now I'm saving
soda can redemption money to be the first seed money and looking for a
person or people with computer expertise.
What is your best idea? What can you do to turn it into a
reality?
On a purrrrsonal note, last night I was very lucky to get to go to a
sustainability Christmas party at UMaine. It was quite posh. My
friend Sonja won the grad student research award. Sonja had an idea
and knew what to do with it. Her WEEDucator is a computer game that
helps farmers evaluate different weed eradicating options for efficacy
and cost. It is going to be BIG. I'm most excited for its potential
use by refugees from agrarian traditions wishing to farm in America.
You know, the English as a second language thing.
Joy To Maine now has a credit union account of $122.46.
Joey cat is loving the Christmas tree. Now he's napping under it. It
just have to make sure he doesn't try to climb it and prove that
gravity is still working like he did last year.
Today is stuff a moose day at UMaine. I am going to risk getting
caught in the predicted messy storm because I am determined to bag my
moose.
A great big shout out goes out to my award winning friend Sonja. That
girl is going places!
jules hathaway
Sent from my iPod
Picture book
What do you do when you get an idea? Do you dismiss it because
it might be nice, but realistically you could never pull it off? Do
you worry about what other people might think of it and/or you? Or do
you own it, incubate it, and share it with others with the potential
to share your belef in it?
Kobi Yamada's What Do You Do With An Idea? neatly personifies
this concept for our younger book readers and listeners. A young
beautifully androgynous child with a wonderfully expressive face gets
an idea and wonders what to do with it, trying at first to abandon or
hide it, but eventually finding the magic in it and nurturing it. Of
course the naysayers and sceptics have plenty of opinions and almost
succeed in getting everykid to give up.
But then something amazing happens.
Mae Besom's unusual pencil/watercolor illustrations perfectly
compliment the text. In the beginning almost all is white and shades
of grey except for the idea, conceptualized as a golden egg with a
crown and some green plants that sprout up where its feet touch the
ground. The naysayers, in particularly, are quite grimly sketched.
When the idea makes the child alive colors start to spread. On the
last page there is no more black and white.
I believe this is a perfect book to give an abstract concept
just enough concretenesss to make it come alive for kids. We need
them to believe in their ideas and not give up, not just in their
youth, but across their life span. There will be so many critics
eager to shoot them down. But with all the problems humans face we
need all the good ideas we can get for solutions. And some of them
may change the world or at least part of it.
I am taking the first steps on my idea which I call Joy (Joey -
e) To Maine. It will help people who can't afford vet surgery not
lose beloved animal companions. It took me (I'm not gonna lie) over
two years to come up with a viable structure. Right now I'm saving
soda can redemption money to be the first seed money and looking for a
person or people with computer expertise.
What is your best idea? What can you do to turn it into a
reality?
On a purrrrsonal note, last night I was very lucky to get to go to a
sustainability Christmas party at UMaine. It was quite posh. My
friend Sonja won the grad student research award. Sonja had an idea
and knew what to do with it. Her WEEDucator is a computer game that
helps farmers evaluate different weed eradicating options for efficacy
and cost. It is going to be BIG. I'm most excited for its potential
use by refugees from agrarian traditions wishing to farm in America.
You know, the English as a second language thing.
Joy To Maine now has a credit union account of $122.46.
Joey cat is loving the Christmas tree. Now he's napping under it. It
just have to make sure he doesn't try to climb it and prove that
gravity is still working like he did last year.
Today is stuff a moose day at UMaine. I am going to risk getting
caught in the predicted messy storm because I am determined to bag my
moose.
A great big shout out goes out to my award winning friend Sonja. That
girl is going places!
jules hathaway
Sent from my iPod
Sunday, December 10, 2017
Places I Never Meant To Be
Places I Never Meant To Be
YA/adult short stories
"Harry Mazer on censorship
I struggle each day not to let the fear of the censor poison my
writing. When the censor rules, a dull sameness creeps into books.
Am I being too cautious, being too careful in what I choose to write
about, watching my language? It's this caution inside that I fear
more than the censors. If I can't write the book that I want to
write, what am I doing?"
In my eleven years on school committee I never had to
officially weigh in on a censorship attempt. I saw a neighboring
town grapple with the issue. A high school freshperson was assigned a
book that his patents considered inappropriate. He was offered an
alternate assignment. His parents pushed to get the book removed from
curriculum and school library. I think the school refused and the boy
was placed in a private school. I knew all the participants. I was
amazed by the amount of acrimony I saw, the with us or against us
mentality.
I read the book. If Veazie had had a high school I would have
argued in its favor. I can understand people making book decisions
for their own children. I steered mine from books that were thinly
veiled attempts to get them to buy name brand products. I see red,
however, when they try to decide what everyone's children must not
have access to, especially when they hadn't read a whole book, but
completely decontextualized "offensive" passages.
We tend to look at the effect books in question have on kids.
Sometimes we try to take a slightly wider perspective and include the
school and community. I had never seen anything on the effect of
censorship on authors until I read Places I Never Meant To Be edited
by Judy Blume. It's a collection of short stories by writers who are
no strangers to controversy.
The stories are little masterpieces in their own right. In
Walter Dean Myers' The Beast Is in the Labyrinth a college boy has to
deal with a sister dying of drug abuse when he goes home on vacations.
"I know it's too hard. It's too hard to see her wasted on the
bed. Everything that was to be known was crammed into the small space
between us. We've walked together into the maze of our lives. The
beast has come to the reunion."
Harry Mazer's You Come, Too, A-Ron deals with the plight of
harder-to-find-homes-for older kids. Aaron has escaped from a state
school with too few staff members to keep the place safe, determined
to never go back. But when he goes back to placement he unexpectedly
bonds with a little kid, Kenny. That changes a lot in Aaron's mind.
When Kenny gets placed in a home...
"...I remembered something else. There were phones at Oakmont.
If I was there, the kid could call me whenever he wanted.
On weekends I could go see Kenny. Oakmont ran a bus into the
city for kids visiting their families. I'd go see the kid. We'd go
to Bronx Park, walk over to the zoo...Me and the kid."
Susan Beth Pfeffer's Ashes strikes close to home for me. The
divorced parents of Ashes (Asleigh) are a lot like mine were with her
mom being practical and responsible and her dad being anything but.
Her dad wants her to hand over her mom's savings. He's in danger from
probably unsavory characters he owes money to.
"I stood over the teapot and stared at the money. Mom's
emergency money. Her earthquake money. Her Martian money. Ten
Andrew Jacksons stared right back at me. They offered me no advice on
what I should do."
In addition to the stories each writer discusses what censorship
has meant to his/her life and career. Some were quite surprised to
find their content deemed dangerous and objectionable. Many found
themselves conflicted, wanting to give young readers authentic
content, but realizing too much pushing the envelope could have their
work banned or never published. Some considered the effect of their
work and reactions to it on others. Katherine Patterson said.
"I know that when a book is challenged, I will not be the one
who suffers. It will be the teacher or librarian who is called upon
to defend what I have written who must stand in the line of fire.
They are true heroes to me--the guardians of the constitutional
freedoms which make this country great. I admire them more than I can
say. If we lose their witness, we will have lost democracy itself."
Walter Dean Myers put a name to a concept I only became aware of
a few years ago: censorship by ommission. Unbeknownst to me, authors
like Langston Hughes and Zora Neale Hurston had spoken of it. If you
look at books with black protagonists (of which there are far too few)
most are about the black experience, as opposed to black narrator as
everychild/teen as in Jaburi Jumps which we looked at recently.
"Limiting the ideas that will be published not only prevents the
propogation of these ideas, it also corrupts the development of the
writer. But censorship by ommission does one other thing: it keeps
the evils of censorship hidden not only from the general public but
from other black writers who might be attracted to literature if they
did not have to filter their thoughts solely through their racial
identity."
I see the same process at work when it comes to LGBTQ
literature. In either case narrowing the scope of minority portrayal
to identity while giving majority characters the full scope of human
experience has the effect of othering at a time when we are in
desperate need of solidarity.
About a year or so ago I woke from a sound sleep with the idea
that gender fluid kids need a series of the kind that are so popular
with their peers: the kind with a blend of words and graphic art. I
came up with a protagonist who learns that she is gender fluid/
nonconforming. However, this is in the context of a lot of major
stuff going on in her life. Her parents have divorced and her dad's
moved to Alaska with the new love of his life. Mazie and her mom have
to move from Boston to a conservative town in Maine and live with her
fundamentalist grandparents. In the first book she nearly loses her
cat who is one of the few links she has to her former life, as well as
being a beloved companion.
I have no delusions that the censors will be friends of mine.
In addition to those who who believe in only the binary, I suspect the
religious right and NRA won't be happy campers.
I know that this is an unusually long review. It also took me
an unusually long time to wrote. I do most reviews in one day. I
started this one on a Saturday and ended it on a Monday.
Places I Never Meant to Be is a must read for folks along the
age continuum who are concerned with the depth and authenticity of the
juvenile/YA reading experience or just enjoy a good banned book.
Read banned books in a spirit of thoughtful inquiry. With each
one try to figure out who is censoring what and why. This modest
questioning may give you surprising insights.
On a personal note, Penobscot County is looking like a winter picture
postcard. We had a snow storm last night. Eugene has been plowing
about ten hours now. Gotta love a weekend snow event when it's all
overtime.
Friday at UMaine we had the hunger banquet to raise awareness of
hunger around the world and in Maine. People were randomly assigned
to tables catered by different multicultural organizations. I was at
one of the Asian tables. We had bento boxes. I'd read about them so
I was really psyched. I did my part by participating in set up and
clean up.
A great big shout out goes out to Eugene and all the others who are
clearing the snow and everyone involved with the Hunger Banquet.
jules hathaway
Sent from my iPod
YA/adult short stories
"Harry Mazer on censorship
I struggle each day not to let the fear of the censor poison my
writing. When the censor rules, a dull sameness creeps into books.
Am I being too cautious, being too careful in what I choose to write
about, watching my language? It's this caution inside that I fear
more than the censors. If I can't write the book that I want to
write, what am I doing?"
In my eleven years on school committee I never had to
officially weigh in on a censorship attempt. I saw a neighboring
town grapple with the issue. A high school freshperson was assigned a
book that his patents considered inappropriate. He was offered an
alternate assignment. His parents pushed to get the book removed from
curriculum and school library. I think the school refused and the boy
was placed in a private school. I knew all the participants. I was
amazed by the amount of acrimony I saw, the with us or against us
mentality.
I read the book. If Veazie had had a high school I would have
argued in its favor. I can understand people making book decisions
for their own children. I steered mine from books that were thinly
veiled attempts to get them to buy name brand products. I see red,
however, when they try to decide what everyone's children must not
have access to, especially when they hadn't read a whole book, but
completely decontextualized "offensive" passages.
We tend to look at the effect books in question have on kids.
Sometimes we try to take a slightly wider perspective and include the
school and community. I had never seen anything on the effect of
censorship on authors until I read Places I Never Meant To Be edited
by Judy Blume. It's a collection of short stories by writers who are
no strangers to controversy.
The stories are little masterpieces in their own right. In
Walter Dean Myers' The Beast Is in the Labyrinth a college boy has to
deal with a sister dying of drug abuse when he goes home on vacations.
"I know it's too hard. It's too hard to see her wasted on the
bed. Everything that was to be known was crammed into the small space
between us. We've walked together into the maze of our lives. The
beast has come to the reunion."
Harry Mazer's You Come, Too, A-Ron deals with the plight of
harder-to-find-homes-for older kids. Aaron has escaped from a state
school with too few staff members to keep the place safe, determined
to never go back. But when he goes back to placement he unexpectedly
bonds with a little kid, Kenny. That changes a lot in Aaron's mind.
When Kenny gets placed in a home...
"...I remembered something else. There were phones at Oakmont.
If I was there, the kid could call me whenever he wanted.
On weekends I could go see Kenny. Oakmont ran a bus into the
city for kids visiting their families. I'd go see the kid. We'd go
to Bronx Park, walk over to the zoo...Me and the kid."
Susan Beth Pfeffer's Ashes strikes close to home for me. The
divorced parents of Ashes (Asleigh) are a lot like mine were with her
mom being practical and responsible and her dad being anything but.
Her dad wants her to hand over her mom's savings. He's in danger from
probably unsavory characters he owes money to.
"I stood over the teapot and stared at the money. Mom's
emergency money. Her earthquake money. Her Martian money. Ten
Andrew Jacksons stared right back at me. They offered me no advice on
what I should do."
In addition to the stories each writer discusses what censorship
has meant to his/her life and career. Some were quite surprised to
find their content deemed dangerous and objectionable. Many found
themselves conflicted, wanting to give young readers authentic
content, but realizing too much pushing the envelope could have their
work banned or never published. Some considered the effect of their
work and reactions to it on others. Katherine Patterson said.
"I know that when a book is challenged, I will not be the one
who suffers. It will be the teacher or librarian who is called upon
to defend what I have written who must stand in the line of fire.
They are true heroes to me--the guardians of the constitutional
freedoms which make this country great. I admire them more than I can
say. If we lose their witness, we will have lost democracy itself."
Walter Dean Myers put a name to a concept I only became aware of
a few years ago: censorship by ommission. Unbeknownst to me, authors
like Langston Hughes and Zora Neale Hurston had spoken of it. If you
look at books with black protagonists (of which there are far too few)
most are about the black experience, as opposed to black narrator as
everychild/teen as in Jaburi Jumps which we looked at recently.
"Limiting the ideas that will be published not only prevents the
propogation of these ideas, it also corrupts the development of the
writer. But censorship by ommission does one other thing: it keeps
the evils of censorship hidden not only from the general public but
from other black writers who might be attracted to literature if they
did not have to filter their thoughts solely through their racial
identity."
I see the same process at work when it comes to LGBTQ
literature. In either case narrowing the scope of minority portrayal
to identity while giving majority characters the full scope of human
experience has the effect of othering at a time when we are in
desperate need of solidarity.
About a year or so ago I woke from a sound sleep with the idea
that gender fluid kids need a series of the kind that are so popular
with their peers: the kind with a blend of words and graphic art. I
came up with a protagonist who learns that she is gender fluid/
nonconforming. However, this is in the context of a lot of major
stuff going on in her life. Her parents have divorced and her dad's
moved to Alaska with the new love of his life. Mazie and her mom have
to move from Boston to a conservative town in Maine and live with her
fundamentalist grandparents. In the first book she nearly loses her
cat who is one of the few links she has to her former life, as well as
being a beloved companion.
I have no delusions that the censors will be friends of mine.
In addition to those who who believe in only the binary, I suspect the
religious right and NRA won't be happy campers.
I know that this is an unusually long review. It also took me
an unusually long time to wrote. I do most reviews in one day. I
started this one on a Saturday and ended it on a Monday.
Places I Never Meant to Be is a must read for folks along the
age continuum who are concerned with the depth and authenticity of the
juvenile/YA reading experience or just enjoy a good banned book.
Read banned books in a spirit of thoughtful inquiry. With each
one try to figure out who is censoring what and why. This modest
questioning may give you surprising insights.
On a personal note, Penobscot County is looking like a winter picture
postcard. We had a snow storm last night. Eugene has been plowing
about ten hours now. Gotta love a weekend snow event when it's all
overtime.
Friday at UMaine we had the hunger banquet to raise awareness of
hunger around the world and in Maine. People were randomly assigned
to tables catered by different multicultural organizations. I was at
one of the Asian tables. We had bento boxes. I'd read about them so
I was really psyched. I did my part by participating in set up and
clean up.
A great big shout out goes out to Eugene and all the others who are
clearing the snow and everyone involved with the Hunger Banquet.
jules hathaway
Sent from my iPod
Friday, December 8, 2017
This Truck has Got to be Special
This Truck has Got to be Special
Juvenile fiction
"Today, I am at a truck-yard in Taxila, over two hundred miles
south of my home village. I have come to get my truck painted. Two
days ago, I paid off the last installment on the loan I'd taken to buy
this truck. I have driven it for over five years, and today it's
mine. After 30 years of being on the road, I have my own truck, and
want it painted in bright, welcoming colors..."
Chinar, narrator of Anjun Rana's This Truck has Got to be
Special, was born into a poor family in Pakistan. Not only was he
unable to attend school, but his family needed the money he could
earn. He rode a truck for weeks at a time, cleaning the truck every
time it stopped. Eventually he was promoted to truck driving. Now he
owns his own truck.
"I love to drive, and I am very possessive about driving my
truck. The excitement of the road, more so, when you can actually
choose the route you want to go on, as I have--that's something I
won't trade with anyone or anything."
Chinar's truck is about to be painted, a process that will take
days and involve many decisions. Even the inside of the cab will be
decorated. Don't be thinking detailing like what's done in the United
States. In Pakistan it's taken to whole new dimensions as an art
form. In the section on the making of the book it says:
"...painted Pakistani trucks in all their resplendent and
stately beauty, intrigued us. They appeared all the more special,
given their everyday context: they are driven along some of the most
difficult mountainous terrain in the world, in all kinds of weather.
The art they feature is remarkable therefore for its spirit of
celebrating beauty and bringing a sense of wonder into an otherwise
tough working life..."
The illustrations are perfect for the book. The trucks are
center stage, being the only splashes of color set against
monochromatic backgrounds.
On a personal note, as the year winds down we're doing special things
at UMaine. At Wilson Center we frosted cookies. Active Minds had a
holiday party. Career Center had a posh cookies and cocoa affair.
Those therapy dogs in the library drew quite a crowd. At Leadwell we
put our names on papers and everyone else wrote on our paper. It was
an early Christmas gift to read all the special things people said
about me. Tonight is hunger banquet. Next week there will be exam
stress busters including the chance to stuff a moose. I'm going to
get there early to bag my moose to keep my rainbow bears
company. :-)
Black Bear Exchange got a humungous delivery of food from a drive. I
helped my good friend Marcy check the expiration dates. We had our
contest to find the oldest. I won with 1995. Someone gave a food
item older than my son.
A great big shout out goes out to the people making the events happen
and participating in them and Marcy who, among other things, launders
all clothes donated to BBE and lets me know when the coolest items
arrive.
jules hathaway
Sent from my iPod
Juvenile fiction
"Today, I am at a truck-yard in Taxila, over two hundred miles
south of my home village. I have come to get my truck painted. Two
days ago, I paid off the last installment on the loan I'd taken to buy
this truck. I have driven it for over five years, and today it's
mine. After 30 years of being on the road, I have my own truck, and
want it painted in bright, welcoming colors..."
Chinar, narrator of Anjun Rana's This Truck has Got to be
Special, was born into a poor family in Pakistan. Not only was he
unable to attend school, but his family needed the money he could
earn. He rode a truck for weeks at a time, cleaning the truck every
time it stopped. Eventually he was promoted to truck driving. Now he
owns his own truck.
"I love to drive, and I am very possessive about driving my
truck. The excitement of the road, more so, when you can actually
choose the route you want to go on, as I have--that's something I
won't trade with anyone or anything."
Chinar's truck is about to be painted, a process that will take
days and involve many decisions. Even the inside of the cab will be
decorated. Don't be thinking detailing like what's done in the United
States. In Pakistan it's taken to whole new dimensions as an art
form. In the section on the making of the book it says:
"...painted Pakistani trucks in all their resplendent and
stately beauty, intrigued us. They appeared all the more special,
given their everyday context: they are driven along some of the most
difficult mountainous terrain in the world, in all kinds of weather.
The art they feature is remarkable therefore for its spirit of
celebrating beauty and bringing a sense of wonder into an otherwise
tough working life..."
The illustrations are perfect for the book. The trucks are
center stage, being the only splashes of color set against
monochromatic backgrounds.
On a personal note, as the year winds down we're doing special things
at UMaine. At Wilson Center we frosted cookies. Active Minds had a
holiday party. Career Center had a posh cookies and cocoa affair.
Those therapy dogs in the library drew quite a crowd. At Leadwell we
put our names on papers and everyone else wrote on our paper. It was
an early Christmas gift to read all the special things people said
about me. Tonight is hunger banquet. Next week there will be exam
stress busters including the chance to stuff a moose. I'm going to
get there early to bag my moose to keep my rainbow bears
company. :-)
Black Bear Exchange got a humungous delivery of food from a drive. I
helped my good friend Marcy check the expiration dates. We had our
contest to find the oldest. I won with 1995. Someone gave a food
item older than my son.
A great big shout out goes out to the people making the events happen
and participating in them and Marcy who, among other things, launders
all clothes donated to BBE and lets me know when the coolest items
arrive.
jules hathaway
Sent from my iPod
Tuesday, December 5, 2017
When Dimple Met Rishi
When Dimple Met Rishi
YA fiction
"The summer program cost a thousand dollars. And while Papa and
Mamma were solidly middle class, they weren't exactly flush. Not to
mention she'd already stretched her luck about as far as it could go,
she was sure, by asking--nay, haranguing--them to let her go to
Stanford. She was sure the only reason they had agreed was because
they were secretly hoping that she'd meet the I.I.H. of her--no,
their--dreams at the prestigious school.
I.I.H., for the uninitiated, stood for Ideal Indian Husband."
To high school graduate Dimple, marrying young to a boy arranged
by two sets of parents negotiating and becoming a homemaker and mother
(following in her mother's footsteps) would be a nightmare. She's not
sure when, or even if, marriage would fit in with her plans. What she
is sure is that her focus will be on education and career. The summer
program would give her a head start before she started Stanford that
fall.
When her parents quickly agree to paying for the summer program,
Dimple has no idea they have a vested interest in the matter. It
turns out that Rishi will also be in it. He is the boy whose parents
they have negotiated with. Unlike Dimple, he knows what is going on
and loves the idea of an arranged marriage.
Their first meeting is anything but propitious. Rishi greets
Dimple with, "Hello, future wife, I can't wait to get started on the
rest of our lives." Dimple throws her iced coffee at him.
The focus of the program is a competition with a hefty prize:
the chance to pitch the idea they will develop over the six weeks to a
celebrity in the field who will help fine tune their app and pay for
advertising. Students will work in pairs.
And guess who will be working together!
The story, told from alternating points of view, really fleshes
Dimple and Rishi out as teens in a time of tremendous transition.
It's a good read for students close to the high school to college
transition. It's also a good book for their parents.
On a personal note, Eugene has brought in a HUGE tree. I can't wait
for him to put the lights up so I can start decorating. I will tell
Joey cat the story of each ornament and maybe even put a Christmas
movie on. The division of labor is along height, not gender, lines.
He has a good eight inches on me. (Eugene, not Joey)
A great big shout out goes out to Eugene, Joey, and Dr. Laura, vet
extraordinaire, who not only gave Joey a last minute appointment
yesterday, but let me pick him up on my way home so I wouldn't miss
class.
jules hathaway
Sent from my iPod
YA fiction
"The summer program cost a thousand dollars. And while Papa and
Mamma were solidly middle class, they weren't exactly flush. Not to
mention she'd already stretched her luck about as far as it could go,
she was sure, by asking--nay, haranguing--them to let her go to
Stanford. She was sure the only reason they had agreed was because
they were secretly hoping that she'd meet the I.I.H. of her--no,
their--dreams at the prestigious school.
I.I.H., for the uninitiated, stood for Ideal Indian Husband."
To high school graduate Dimple, marrying young to a boy arranged
by two sets of parents negotiating and becoming a homemaker and mother
(following in her mother's footsteps) would be a nightmare. She's not
sure when, or even if, marriage would fit in with her plans. What she
is sure is that her focus will be on education and career. The summer
program would give her a head start before she started Stanford that
fall.
When her parents quickly agree to paying for the summer program,
Dimple has no idea they have a vested interest in the matter. It
turns out that Rishi will also be in it. He is the boy whose parents
they have negotiated with. Unlike Dimple, he knows what is going on
and loves the idea of an arranged marriage.
Their first meeting is anything but propitious. Rishi greets
Dimple with, "Hello, future wife, I can't wait to get started on the
rest of our lives." Dimple throws her iced coffee at him.
The focus of the program is a competition with a hefty prize:
the chance to pitch the idea they will develop over the six weeks to a
celebrity in the field who will help fine tune their app and pay for
advertising. Students will work in pairs.
And guess who will be working together!
The story, told from alternating points of view, really fleshes
Dimple and Rishi out as teens in a time of tremendous transition.
It's a good read for students close to the high school to college
transition. It's also a good book for their parents.
On a personal note, Eugene has brought in a HUGE tree. I can't wait
for him to put the lights up so I can start decorating. I will tell
Joey cat the story of each ornament and maybe even put a Christmas
movie on. The division of labor is along height, not gender, lines.
He has a good eight inches on me. (Eugene, not Joey)
A great big shout out goes out to Eugene, Joey, and Dr. Laura, vet
extraordinaire, who not only gave Joey a last minute appointment
yesterday, but let me pick him up on my way home so I wouldn't miss
class.
jules hathaway
Sent from my iPod
Sunday, December 3, 2017
Jabari Jumps
Jabari Jumps
Picture
Do you remember the first time you jumped off a diving board? I
do as if it was yesterday as opposed to decades ago. The water looked
far away and the chorus of voices urging me to dive had more of a
chilling rather than an encouraging effect.
That's probably one reason why I am a really big fan of Gaia
Cornwall's Jabari Jumps. Jabari is going to the pool with his dad and
little sister. He has decided that he's going to jump off the high,
scary diving board. When they get to the pool he lets some other kids
go ahead. He gets tired and needs a tiny rest. He realizes he forgot
to do his stretches. Maybe tomorrow would be a better day.
Then his dad gives him some excellent advice.
The second reason I love this book is that it advances diversity
in literature in two important ways. Jabari is everychild in the same
way as the protagonist of Ezra Jack Keats' The Snowy Day. His being
black is incidental rather than central to the plot. It busts the
white as normative bias we so often see. Also the patient and wise
parent obviously enjoying the pool time with his kids is a dad.
Jabari Jumps is a perfect book for a child facing any kind of
looming challenge or a parent rembering what it's like.
On a personal note, I had an awesome time in church today. Choir had
a really cool anthem and we nailed it. After service we has an Advent
workshop. The big room in the basement was all set up for crafts. I
made a wreath with gold based decorations. Then I made a bunch of
ornaments: a painted angel, a glitter decorated Christmas tree, three
painted and glitter decorated snowflakes, a glitter decorated fancy
ball, a God's eye. Of course I kept decorating and eating cookies.
Everyone was having so much fun! People kept loving each other's
creations. It was magical.
A great big shout to all who participated, especially the people who
worked dilligently to make it happen.
jules hathaway
Sent from my iPod
Picture
Do you remember the first time you jumped off a diving board? I
do as if it was yesterday as opposed to decades ago. The water looked
far away and the chorus of voices urging me to dive had more of a
chilling rather than an encouraging effect.
That's probably one reason why I am a really big fan of Gaia
Cornwall's Jabari Jumps. Jabari is going to the pool with his dad and
little sister. He has decided that he's going to jump off the high,
scary diving board. When they get to the pool he lets some other kids
go ahead. He gets tired and needs a tiny rest. He realizes he forgot
to do his stretches. Maybe tomorrow would be a better day.
Then his dad gives him some excellent advice.
The second reason I love this book is that it advances diversity
in literature in two important ways. Jabari is everychild in the same
way as the protagonist of Ezra Jack Keats' The Snowy Day. His being
black is incidental rather than central to the plot. It busts the
white as normative bias we so often see. Also the patient and wise
parent obviously enjoying the pool time with his kids is a dad.
Jabari Jumps is a perfect book for a child facing any kind of
looming challenge or a parent rembering what it's like.
On a personal note, I had an awesome time in church today. Choir had
a really cool anthem and we nailed it. After service we has an Advent
workshop. The big room in the basement was all set up for crafts. I
made a wreath with gold based decorations. Then I made a bunch of
ornaments: a painted angel, a glitter decorated Christmas tree, three
painted and glitter decorated snowflakes, a glitter decorated fancy
ball, a God's eye. Of course I kept decorating and eating cookies.
Everyone was having so much fun! People kept loving each other's
creations. It was magical.
A great big shout to all who participated, especially the people who
worked dilligently to make it happen.
jules hathaway
Sent from my iPod
Friday, December 1, 2017
Grit
Grit
Adult nonfiction
"Why were the highly accomplished so dogged in their pursuits?
For most, there was no realistic expectation of ever catching up to
their ambitions...Each was chasing something of unparalleled interest
and importance, and it was the chase--as much as the capture--that was
gratifying. Even if some of the things they had to do were boring, or
frustrating, or even painful, they wouldn't dream of giving up. Their
passion was enduring."
For some reason Americans are obsessed with innate talents.
Whether someone succeeds in sports or writing or anything else, we
want to believe that (s)he is exceptional or a natural. I was brought
up with a different perspective. My college professor mother saw how
many students seemingly full of potential never lived up to it while
others with serious work ethics achieved way beyond expectations.
Those were the people she taught me to respect. When I became a
mother I tried to teach my kids to focus on the self discipline and
drive rather than the innate traits or external rewards. Instead of
praising for getting an A or saying "of course you did. You're
smart.". I'd say, "You studied hard for that test and skipped going to
the party. I'm proud of you." I also made sure to set an example of
perseverance. When I ran for school committee I went door to door
talking to people even though a lot of nights it was the last thing I
wanted to do. I lost my first two elections. I got the message that
people would understand if I called it quits. I was a long shot,
living on the wrong side of the tracks in a town where people judged
each other on where they lived. I won my third election and served 11
years, rising as high as chair.
Angela Duckworth, author of Grit: The Power of Passion and
Perseverance, would have said I was on the right track. As a teacher,
she initially found herself "distracted by talent." Then she noticed
that a lot of her more talented students were pulling down poor grades
while many students who struggled and asked for help excelled. She
went to grad school to understand this phenomenon and came to
attribute it to a factor she calls grit.
Passion is an important part of grit. But there is much more to
passion than infatuation. There is the aspect of sustained interest
and effort. Passion is the top level goal that stays constant even as
the lower level ones, for example, strategies change.
"Grit is about holding the same top-level goal for a very long
time. Furthermore, this 'life philosophy,' as Pete Carroll might put
it, is so interesting and important that it organizes a great deal of
your waking activity. In very gritty people, most mid-level and low-
level goals are, in some way or another, related to that ultimate
goal. In contrast, a lack of grit can come from having less coherent
goal structures."
An long term goal for me was being a parent. For a quarter of a
century my life focussed on being the best mom possible. My kids grew
up. As they became independent I used volunteering as a means of
discovering my passion for post parenting life. In 2010 I began
volunteering at the UMaine campus. What I love most is helping
students fulfill their potential. Now much of my life is focussed in
this direction and I am doing all I can to get into the degree program
that will enable me to turn passion into vocation.
The only passion I've pursued longer is one you're familiar
with--reading and writing. I can't remember a time before I was a
bookworm and story scribbler. For decades I filled notebooks with
descriptions of the books I read for my own enjoyment. The more I did
the better I got. Then one day I was offered a chance to do book
reviews for The Bangor Daily News back when they had freelance money.
The first book I reviewed for print was And If The Moon Could Talk by
Kate Banks. As I sat down to write it I felt almost electricity flow
through me. I felt like I could soar up to that moon. It felt that
right. The naturalness of the feel and the quality of my work stemmed
from all those hours I had spent writing about books because I liked
doing it.
The good news for many of us is that, although a tendency toward
grit may be innate, this very positive trait can be learned.
Duckworth provides guidance for building grit in oneself and nurturing
it in others. Her voice is reader friendly and she has a good balance
between theory, experimental results, and individual narrative.
If you or anyone around you is in need of nurturing this very
important quality, Grit is a wise investment.
On a personal note, yesterday my Amnesty International Chapter had a
letter writing party. We snacked and wrote to heads of governments
about bad things that are going on in their countries and the need for
change. Amnesty International, in my mind, is the conscience of the
world. They bring to light the evils people in power would rather
keep us in the dark about. My prime example is women being jailed for
decades for having abortions, stillbirths, and miscarriages. When
gazillions of people from all over the world write about an issue and
show that it isn't a dirty little secret, often real change happens.
They have on line petitions too. If you care about what happens in
the world and don't have a lot of time or money AI is a great
organization to link up with.
A great big shout out goes out to the smart, funny, and cool people in
my chapter and everyone else around the world involved in AI.
jules hathaway
Sent from my iPod
Adult nonfiction
"Why were the highly accomplished so dogged in their pursuits?
For most, there was no realistic expectation of ever catching up to
their ambitions...Each was chasing something of unparalleled interest
and importance, and it was the chase--as much as the capture--that was
gratifying. Even if some of the things they had to do were boring, or
frustrating, or even painful, they wouldn't dream of giving up. Their
passion was enduring."
For some reason Americans are obsessed with innate talents.
Whether someone succeeds in sports or writing or anything else, we
want to believe that (s)he is exceptional or a natural. I was brought
up with a different perspective. My college professor mother saw how
many students seemingly full of potential never lived up to it while
others with serious work ethics achieved way beyond expectations.
Those were the people she taught me to respect. When I became a
mother I tried to teach my kids to focus on the self discipline and
drive rather than the innate traits or external rewards. Instead of
praising for getting an A or saying "of course you did. You're
smart.". I'd say, "You studied hard for that test and skipped going to
the party. I'm proud of you." I also made sure to set an example of
perseverance. When I ran for school committee I went door to door
talking to people even though a lot of nights it was the last thing I
wanted to do. I lost my first two elections. I got the message that
people would understand if I called it quits. I was a long shot,
living on the wrong side of the tracks in a town where people judged
each other on where they lived. I won my third election and served 11
years, rising as high as chair.
Angela Duckworth, author of Grit: The Power of Passion and
Perseverance, would have said I was on the right track. As a teacher,
she initially found herself "distracted by talent." Then she noticed
that a lot of her more talented students were pulling down poor grades
while many students who struggled and asked for help excelled. She
went to grad school to understand this phenomenon and came to
attribute it to a factor she calls grit.
Passion is an important part of grit. But there is much more to
passion than infatuation. There is the aspect of sustained interest
and effort. Passion is the top level goal that stays constant even as
the lower level ones, for example, strategies change.
"Grit is about holding the same top-level goal for a very long
time. Furthermore, this 'life philosophy,' as Pete Carroll might put
it, is so interesting and important that it organizes a great deal of
your waking activity. In very gritty people, most mid-level and low-
level goals are, in some way or another, related to that ultimate
goal. In contrast, a lack of grit can come from having less coherent
goal structures."
An long term goal for me was being a parent. For a quarter of a
century my life focussed on being the best mom possible. My kids grew
up. As they became independent I used volunteering as a means of
discovering my passion for post parenting life. In 2010 I began
volunteering at the UMaine campus. What I love most is helping
students fulfill their potential. Now much of my life is focussed in
this direction and I am doing all I can to get into the degree program
that will enable me to turn passion into vocation.
The only passion I've pursued longer is one you're familiar
with--reading and writing. I can't remember a time before I was a
bookworm and story scribbler. For decades I filled notebooks with
descriptions of the books I read for my own enjoyment. The more I did
the better I got. Then one day I was offered a chance to do book
reviews for The Bangor Daily News back when they had freelance money.
The first book I reviewed for print was And If The Moon Could Talk by
Kate Banks. As I sat down to write it I felt almost electricity flow
through me. I felt like I could soar up to that moon. It felt that
right. The naturalness of the feel and the quality of my work stemmed
from all those hours I had spent writing about books because I liked
doing it.
The good news for many of us is that, although a tendency toward
grit may be innate, this very positive trait can be learned.
Duckworth provides guidance for building grit in oneself and nurturing
it in others. Her voice is reader friendly and she has a good balance
between theory, experimental results, and individual narrative.
If you or anyone around you is in need of nurturing this very
important quality, Grit is a wise investment.
On a personal note, yesterday my Amnesty International Chapter had a
letter writing party. We snacked and wrote to heads of governments
about bad things that are going on in their countries and the need for
change. Amnesty International, in my mind, is the conscience of the
world. They bring to light the evils people in power would rather
keep us in the dark about. My prime example is women being jailed for
decades for having abortions, stillbirths, and miscarriages. When
gazillions of people from all over the world write about an issue and
show that it isn't a dirty little secret, often real change happens.
They have on line petitions too. If you care about what happens in
the world and don't have a lot of time or money AI is a great
organization to link up with.
A great big shout out goes out to the smart, funny, and cool people in
my chapter and everyone else around the world involved in AI.
jules hathaway
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Thursday, November 30, 2017
Good Night, Firefly
Good Night, Firefly
Picture book
"Nina was scared of the dark,
so it was good she had a night light,
which made things better.
Then one night..."
You probably guessed what happened. A little girl peers
fearfully at a scary, evil looking tree shadow. Her mom (who
obviously wasn't me) and dad are sleeping too soundly to be of any help.
What's a girl to do? There are fireflies lighting up the
night. And our resourceful heroine has a glass jar.
Gabriel Alborozo's Good Night, Firefly will charm children who
fear the dark and adults who can remember being afraid of the dark and
still may be spleeny under certain circumstances. When I was in
college the woods path to the president's family's house where some of
my best chums roomed always was twice as long and full of scary
shadows and noises after darkness fell.
On a personal note, I was involved in two lively discussions of
perfection yesterday: at Mind Spa and Wilson Center. I am starting
to get a little anxious about grad school. Will this be the year they
accept my much less than perfect self?
A great big shout out goes out to my Mind Spa and Wilson Center chums.
jules hathaway
Sent from my iPod
Picture book
"Nina was scared of the dark,
so it was good she had a night light,
which made things better.
Then one night..."
You probably guessed what happened. A little girl peers
fearfully at a scary, evil looking tree shadow. Her mom (who
obviously wasn't me) and dad are sleeping too soundly to be of any help.
What's a girl to do? There are fireflies lighting up the
night. And our resourceful heroine has a glass jar.
Gabriel Alborozo's Good Night, Firefly will charm children who
fear the dark and adults who can remember being afraid of the dark and
still may be spleeny under certain circumstances. When I was in
college the woods path to the president's family's house where some of
my best chums roomed always was twice as long and full of scary
shadows and noises after darkness fell.
On a personal note, I was involved in two lively discussions of
perfection yesterday: at Mind Spa and Wilson Center. I am starting
to get a little anxious about grad school. Will this be the year they
accept my much less than perfect self?
A great big shout out goes out to my Mind Spa and Wilson Center chums.
jules hathaway
Sent from my iPod
Tuesday, November 28, 2017
No Is Not Enough
No Is Not Enough
Adult Must Read Nonfiction
"A state of shock is produced when a story is ruptured, when we
have no idea what's going on. But in so many ways explored in these
pages, Trump is not a rupture at all, but rather the culmination--the
logical end point--of a great many dangerous stories our culture has
been telling for a very long time. That greed is good. That the
market rules. That money is what matters in life. That white men are
better than the rest. That the natural world is there for us to
pillage. That the vulnerable deserve their fate and the one percent
deserve their golden towers. That anything public or commonly held is
sinister and not worth protecting. That we are surrounded by danger
and should only look after our own. That there is no alternative to
any of this."
A year after the 2016 election people are still picking at it
the way many of us used to pick scabs when we were kids. We're
drowning in if onlies. If only Bernie had won the primary... If only
Hillary had used other tactics... Naomi Klein, author No Is Not
Enough: Resisting Trump's Shock Politics And Winning The World We
Need, says it's time to move on already. For reasons cited above,
even if we could violate all the laws of physics and go back in time
to change the results, we'd only be putting the proverbial bandaid on
a rapidly growing cancer. Her book is very much worth reading for
three reasons.
For one thing No Is Not Enough gives readers the big picture.
Before I picked the book up I was trying to make sense of today's
world and feeling like I was trying to put together a 10,000 piece
jigsaw puzzle without the picture on the cover. Klein gives us the
cover picture. She even fills in the edge pieces. Why do the rich
deny climate change? Other people will suffer while they and theirs
will be in a members only haven. What could America and Russia gain
by colluding? Maybe a rise in gas prices that would empower both to
drill, baby, drill...
Secondly Klein gives us a mandate. We can't look for Superman
or Wonder Woman to bail us out. Citizenship has to mean something a
lot more active than campaigning every couple of years. No more
legislative outsourcing! We have to be the change we need to see in
the world. Rather than our arguing with all the other players, we
have to learn to communicate, listen, and compromise if we want to
have an America in which caring trumps conquest and wealth is measured
in depth of connection rather than material possessions.
Finally and most importantly, Klein tells us that even as the
world and our political parties tell us to settle for scraps we must
be bold. If we just react to crises as they pop up, our best case
scenario will be being trapped in an endless, unwinnable game of whack
a mole. We must decide what kind of world we want for ourselves, our
children, and generations yet unborn. We must settle for nothing
less. In fact, as she shows us, around the world citizens are rising
up to meet the change.
Naomi Klein gives me hope.
It also gives me hope that a lot of people are wanting to read
the book. I asked my head librarian to acquire it. When I had had it
out only a week there were twenty holds on it. That means twenty
people who wanted it strongly enough to get put on a waiting list. So
even if you can afford it, make sure your library gets a copy. A lot
of folks will benefit from it.
On a personal note, the Union at UMaine is beginning to look a lot
like Christmas! Everywhere you look there are decorated trees and
adorable blow up figures.
A great big shout goes out to the elves who accomplished all that
while we enjoyed Thanksgiving break. Also to Bangor Daily News
reporter Abigail Curtis. When she saw a food collection table that
was obviously discards from people's pantries she was inspired to
write a piece on what food pantries really need. It was well
researched and very timely!
jules hathaway
Sent from my iPod
Adult Must Read Nonfiction
"A state of shock is produced when a story is ruptured, when we
have no idea what's going on. But in so many ways explored in these
pages, Trump is not a rupture at all, but rather the culmination--the
logical end point--of a great many dangerous stories our culture has
been telling for a very long time. That greed is good. That the
market rules. That money is what matters in life. That white men are
better than the rest. That the natural world is there for us to
pillage. That the vulnerable deserve their fate and the one percent
deserve their golden towers. That anything public or commonly held is
sinister and not worth protecting. That we are surrounded by danger
and should only look after our own. That there is no alternative to
any of this."
A year after the 2016 election people are still picking at it
the way many of us used to pick scabs when we were kids. We're
drowning in if onlies. If only Bernie had won the primary... If only
Hillary had used other tactics... Naomi Klein, author No Is Not
Enough: Resisting Trump's Shock Politics And Winning The World We
Need, says it's time to move on already. For reasons cited above,
even if we could violate all the laws of physics and go back in time
to change the results, we'd only be putting the proverbial bandaid on
a rapidly growing cancer. Her book is very much worth reading for
three reasons.
For one thing No Is Not Enough gives readers the big picture.
Before I picked the book up I was trying to make sense of today's
world and feeling like I was trying to put together a 10,000 piece
jigsaw puzzle without the picture on the cover. Klein gives us the
cover picture. She even fills in the edge pieces. Why do the rich
deny climate change? Other people will suffer while they and theirs
will be in a members only haven. What could America and Russia gain
by colluding? Maybe a rise in gas prices that would empower both to
drill, baby, drill...
Secondly Klein gives us a mandate. We can't look for Superman
or Wonder Woman to bail us out. Citizenship has to mean something a
lot more active than campaigning every couple of years. No more
legislative outsourcing! We have to be the change we need to see in
the world. Rather than our arguing with all the other players, we
have to learn to communicate, listen, and compromise if we want to
have an America in which caring trumps conquest and wealth is measured
in depth of connection rather than material possessions.
Finally and most importantly, Klein tells us that even as the
world and our political parties tell us to settle for scraps we must
be bold. If we just react to crises as they pop up, our best case
scenario will be being trapped in an endless, unwinnable game of whack
a mole. We must decide what kind of world we want for ourselves, our
children, and generations yet unborn. We must settle for nothing
less. In fact, as she shows us, around the world citizens are rising
up to meet the change.
Naomi Klein gives me hope.
It also gives me hope that a lot of people are wanting to read
the book. I asked my head librarian to acquire it. When I had had it
out only a week there were twenty holds on it. That means twenty
people who wanted it strongly enough to get put on a waiting list. So
even if you can afford it, make sure your library gets a copy. A lot
of folks will benefit from it.
On a personal note, the Union at UMaine is beginning to look a lot
like Christmas! Everywhere you look there are decorated trees and
adorable blow up figures.
A great big shout goes out to the elves who accomplished all that
while we enjoyed Thanksgiving break. Also to Bangor Daily News
reporter Abigail Curtis. When she saw a food collection table that
was obviously discards from people's pantries she was inspired to
write a piece on what food pantries really need. It was well
researched and very timely!
jules hathaway
Sent from my iPod
Sunday, November 26, 2017
Dragons Love Tacos: The Sequel
Dragons Love Tacos: The Sequel
Picture book
A disaster has happened. There are no more tacos in the world.
This turns out to be a catastrophe because the dragons running around
an alternate story universe love tacos.
Our entrepid boy hero takes it upon himself to use a time
machine to solve the program. Only it's a bit tricky to get back to
the right era...
Plus the time machine's getting pretty beat up.
Adam Rubin's Dragons Love Tacos: The Sequel is a delightful
read aloud romp...perfect for a day when tacos are on the menu.
On a personal note, Mostly this weekend has been for writing and
getting the living room ready for a Christmas tree. It's clean enough
for me to start nagging Eugene to deliver one. Today I am making an
Advent calendar for my Counseling Center friends. It will be 25
colored paper stars with numbers on the front and inspirational quotes
on the back. They'll think that's the cat's pajamas. I got the idea
from my daughter Amber's blog post about quote jars. If you need good
ideas for homemade gifts or fun winter projects go to http://amberscraftaweek.blogspot.com
for inspiration.
A great big shout out goes out to my crafty daughter, Amber.
jules hathaway
Sent from my iPod
Picture book
A disaster has happened. There are no more tacos in the world.
This turns out to be a catastrophe because the dragons running around
an alternate story universe love tacos.
Our entrepid boy hero takes it upon himself to use a time
machine to solve the program. Only it's a bit tricky to get back to
the right era...
Plus the time machine's getting pretty beat up.
Adam Rubin's Dragons Love Tacos: The Sequel is a delightful
read aloud romp...perfect for a day when tacos are on the menu.
On a personal note, Mostly this weekend has been for writing and
getting the living room ready for a Christmas tree. It's clean enough
for me to start nagging Eugene to deliver one. Today I am making an
Advent calendar for my Counseling Center friends. It will be 25
colored paper stars with numbers on the front and inspirational quotes
on the back. They'll think that's the cat's pajamas. I got the idea
from my daughter Amber's blog post about quote jars. If you need good
ideas for homemade gifts or fun winter projects go to http://amberscraftaweek.blogspot.com
for inspiration.
A great big shout out goes out to my crafty daughter, Amber.
jules hathaway
Sent from my iPod
Friday, November 24, 2017
The Fact Of A Body
The Fact Of A Body
Adult nonfiction
"Ricky climbs the stairs after him. He only wants to watch
Jeremy play--later he will say this, later he will swear to it. But
the watching changes something in him, and from this point on it is as
if he is in a dream. He walks up behind Jeremy and hooks his forearm
around the child's neck, lifting him into the air. Jeremy kicks so
hard his boots fall off. Ricky squeezes.
Jeremy stops breathing."
You'd think a child molester and killer who never acquired as
much as a high school diploma and a writer with a Harvard law degree
would have little, if anything, in common. You'd think wrong. In The
Fact Of A Body: A Murder And A Memoir Alexandria Marzano-Lesnivich
shows readers that there's a lot of truth to the adade: things aren't
always as they seem.
The year was 2003. Marzano-Lesnivich was spending a law school
summer interning for a Louisiana law practice. Strongly opposed to
the death penalty from her childhood, she had sought out a firm that
sprcialized in preventing legal executions.
On the second day of orientation her group was shown a taped
confession of a child molester and murderer from the trial in which
he'd been sentenced to death. The firm had just had his sentence
commuted to life.
Something in Marzano-Lesnivich snapped.
"But I look at the man on the screen, I feel my grandfather's
hands on me, and I know. Despite what I've trained for, despite what
I've come here to work for, despite what I believe.
I want Ricky to die."
This epiphany haunted her. How could she be a lawyer if her
emotions clouded her judgement? In fact, after finishing law school,
she dropped that long worked for career path in favor of writing.
Years later she still had Ricky on her mind. She returned to
Louisiana to learn all the could about him and his story.
The Fact Of A Body juxtaposes Marzano-Lesnovich's memoirs with
Ricky's life story. It is compelling, fascinating, and impossible to
put down.
Truth can be much stranger than fiction.
On a personal note, I hope you all had a great Thanksgiving. I
certainly did. I have to admit getting up well before sunrise so the
hubby could hunt made me a tad grouchy. Nothing three cups of coffee
and a good book couldn't cure. Then in the afternoon I was thrilled
to spend time my kids, Amber, Katie, and Adam, Amber's fiancée, Brian,
and my niece, Maggie. Supper was delish.
A great big shout out goes out to everyone I spent Thanksgiving with
and Joey cat who will be thankful today to get a little turkey meat.
jules hathaway
Sent from my iPod
Adult nonfiction
"Ricky climbs the stairs after him. He only wants to watch
Jeremy play--later he will say this, later he will swear to it. But
the watching changes something in him, and from this point on it is as
if he is in a dream. He walks up behind Jeremy and hooks his forearm
around the child's neck, lifting him into the air. Jeremy kicks so
hard his boots fall off. Ricky squeezes.
Jeremy stops breathing."
You'd think a child molester and killer who never acquired as
much as a high school diploma and a writer with a Harvard law degree
would have little, if anything, in common. You'd think wrong. In The
Fact Of A Body: A Murder And A Memoir Alexandria Marzano-Lesnivich
shows readers that there's a lot of truth to the adade: things aren't
always as they seem.
The year was 2003. Marzano-Lesnivich was spending a law school
summer interning for a Louisiana law practice. Strongly opposed to
the death penalty from her childhood, she had sought out a firm that
sprcialized in preventing legal executions.
On the second day of orientation her group was shown a taped
confession of a child molester and murderer from the trial in which
he'd been sentenced to death. The firm had just had his sentence
commuted to life.
Something in Marzano-Lesnivich snapped.
"But I look at the man on the screen, I feel my grandfather's
hands on me, and I know. Despite what I've trained for, despite what
I've come here to work for, despite what I believe.
I want Ricky to die."
This epiphany haunted her. How could she be a lawyer if her
emotions clouded her judgement? In fact, after finishing law school,
she dropped that long worked for career path in favor of writing.
Years later she still had Ricky on her mind. She returned to
Louisiana to learn all the could about him and his story.
The Fact Of A Body juxtaposes Marzano-Lesnovich's memoirs with
Ricky's life story. It is compelling, fascinating, and impossible to
put down.
Truth can be much stranger than fiction.
On a personal note, I hope you all had a great Thanksgiving. I
certainly did. I have to admit getting up well before sunrise so the
hubby could hunt made me a tad grouchy. Nothing three cups of coffee
and a good book couldn't cure. Then in the afternoon I was thrilled
to spend time my kids, Amber, Katie, and Adam, Amber's fiancée, Brian,
and my niece, Maggie. Supper was delish.
A great big shout out goes out to everyone I spent Thanksgiving with
and Joey cat who will be thankful today to get a little turkey meat.
jules hathaway
Sent from my iPod
Wednesday, November 22, 2017
Saved By The Boats
Saved By The Boats
Juvenile nonfiction
"While more than one million people searched for escape,
hundreds of boat captains sailed into the destruction. They felt a
call to action, a desire to help, a realization that they could
provide a safe harbor. They were ordinary people who became heroes on
a day when greatness was desperately needed.
A day when the unthinkable had happened."
September 11, 2001 Julie Gassman dropped her son off at day care
in New Jersey and commuted to Manhattan by underground train. As she
arrived at her workplace she heard about the planes that hit and
destroyed the World Trade Center towers. The subways shut down. She
and her husband took a boat to New Jersey to take their child home.
Ten years later she received a link to Boatlift, a documentary.
She then saw the scope of the evacuation she had benefitted from.
History's largest sea evactuation transported almost 500,000 people to
safety! Fortunately for us, she shared this little known part of 9/11
history in Saved By The Boats.
Steve Moors' unusual illustrations are very effective in helping
convey the atmosphere in which the incident took place. Extremely
detailed line drawings are fleshed out in only black, grey, white,
beige, cream, and aqua. The absence of the full color spectrum
creates a sense of suspense and draws the eye to the very expressive
human faces.
Our children are constantly exposed to commercial superheroes
and the lines of merchandise by which corporations exploit their
loyalty. We need a lot more narratives like Saved By The Boats that
celebrate the valor of the "ordinary" human--a valor they can
incorporate into their lives, on the playground as well as in adulthood.
On a personal note, tomorrow is Thanksgiving. I know I am really
looking forward to time with my children. Although gratitude is an
integral part of my daily life, I am very grateful for an occassion
that brings families together.
A great big shout out goes out to you, my readers, with best wishes
for safe travel if that's involved and a wonderful celebration with a
lot to be thankful for. If your special day contains an element of
detente (temporary coexistence with kin with views an abyss apart from
yours) I wish you good luck. You are very far from alone.
jules hathaway
Sent from my iPod
Juvenile nonfiction
"While more than one million people searched for escape,
hundreds of boat captains sailed into the destruction. They felt a
call to action, a desire to help, a realization that they could
provide a safe harbor. They were ordinary people who became heroes on
a day when greatness was desperately needed.
A day when the unthinkable had happened."
September 11, 2001 Julie Gassman dropped her son off at day care
in New Jersey and commuted to Manhattan by underground train. As she
arrived at her workplace she heard about the planes that hit and
destroyed the World Trade Center towers. The subways shut down. She
and her husband took a boat to New Jersey to take their child home.
Ten years later she received a link to Boatlift, a documentary.
She then saw the scope of the evacuation she had benefitted from.
History's largest sea evactuation transported almost 500,000 people to
safety! Fortunately for us, she shared this little known part of 9/11
history in Saved By The Boats.
Steve Moors' unusual illustrations are very effective in helping
convey the atmosphere in which the incident took place. Extremely
detailed line drawings are fleshed out in only black, grey, white,
beige, cream, and aqua. The absence of the full color spectrum
creates a sense of suspense and draws the eye to the very expressive
human faces.
Our children are constantly exposed to commercial superheroes
and the lines of merchandise by which corporations exploit their
loyalty. We need a lot more narratives like Saved By The Boats that
celebrate the valor of the "ordinary" human--a valor they can
incorporate into their lives, on the playground as well as in adulthood.
On a personal note, tomorrow is Thanksgiving. I know I am really
looking forward to time with my children. Although gratitude is an
integral part of my daily life, I am very grateful for an occassion
that brings families together.
A great big shout out goes out to you, my readers, with best wishes
for safe travel if that's involved and a wonderful celebration with a
lot to be thankful for. If your special day contains an element of
detente (temporary coexistence with kin with views an abyss apart from
yours) I wish you good luck. You are very far from alone.
jules hathaway
Sent from my iPod
Monday, November 20, 2017
The Moth
The Moth
Adult nonfiction
The oral tradition, the telling and retelling of stories was a
well loved form of connection, communication, and entertainment
through much of human history. For awhile rapidly proliferating
electronics threatened to take over. But reports of its demise were
quite premature. There is something bone deep, soul deep in us that
is fascinated by the lives of those with whom we share this planet.
We want our stories.
In 1997 The Moth began. Celebs and not-so-famous people would
tell interesting real life stories to avidly attentive audiences.
"At The Moth, people tell intimate stories, stories that are
sometimes so private you could have known a person for five years
without hearing them. Your neighbor who you think you have nothing in
common with gets on stage, and you discover that you actually share a
good deal. When you see them on the street the next day, your
perspective of them is changed because you know something imortant
about them."
Now those of us who can't get to The Moth venues are in for a
treat. The Moth (the book) brings together fifty stories chosen out
of thousands. They are well worth reading.
My favorite, Easter in a Texas Roadhouse, is about a minister
who has worked very hard on his Easter sermon, creating a careful
blend of reflections, experiences, and famous theologian quotes. Late
Easter Eve he's lost and out of gas. He ends up in a roadhouse where
he impresses the clientele with his pool shooting abilities. They all
end up conversing. One of the guys asks him what Easter is.
"So I thought for a moment, and then I swallowed and started
in. 'Now, there was this guy named Jesus. He was born to an unwed
teenage mother, and when he grew up he gathered around him twelve
guys--his friends--and they were his gang, and they roamed the
countryside together, and they talked about peace and justice and love
and God. And they did great things. But the authorities wanted to
get him, and so they tried to find ways of either capturing him or
killing him."
Did he get through to his new froends? Guess who showed up in
church to hear the Easter story again?
Bicycle Safety on Essex is a very important cautionary tale for
our times. The narrator tells of observing the police stopping a man
and a boy who are riding a bycicle late at night. The man, who has
worked the late shift, is bringing the boy home from a play date.
There is a lot of interrogation concerning the black man's
relationship with the family, including a covert insinuation that the
man may be a child molester.
"And the kid says, 'If you fucking assholes arrest him again one
more time just because he's black and I'm not, I'm going to kill
myself. You came into my apartment and dragged him out because the
crazy lady next door said he was a rapist, you put him in handcuffs
when he came to pick me up at school, you pulled him away from me at
the street fair and made me wait for my mom! I swear to God, I'm
going to lose my mind!"
Whoa!
Tajic Sonata starts off grimly and carries an unexpected twist.
The author is living in a city at war. A flag telling which side is
in charge tells her how to dress. Her husband and a lot of other men
have disappeared. There is no food and she and her children are in
constant danger.
When she gets to the University where she teaches piano there
are soldiers in the music room destroying the instruments. Although
she's in shock she also has hit the point she can't take any more.
She offers to play music to show how precious the instruments are.
The soldiers get quiet. She begins to play Moonlight Sonata.
"And then one of them came even closer and asked me to play a
Tajic folk song. When I had first walked in, they were all speaking
Russian, but when he asked me to play, he asked in our native Tajic.
So I played it and all of them started singing along. They were like
a choir.
And then out of nowhere, a man came to the door, and he said
something to them, and they stood up quickly, took their armor and
guns, and left, shutting the door behind them."
And there are forty-seven more stories, each drawing the reader
into its universe. This is a perfect read for folks who must grab
their reading time in bits and pieces.
Actually it's a perfect read for any adult with a caring heart
and an open mind.
On a personal note, I had a real Wilson Center Weekend. Saturday
afternoon I went to a program for people who had lost loved ones to
suicide. People had lost friends, parents, a spouse, children... I
had lost a cousin. We talked at soul depth and supported one
another. Sunday after church Wilson Center people joined folks from
other campus faith groups. We went out to Food & Medicine to help
them fill Thanksgiving Baskets. Food & Medicine people are solidarity
champions. They pay local farmers fair prices for food, helping them
stay in business as well as helping good people put food on their
tables. Before we left we had a home made supper.
A great big shout out goes out to all who participated in both events.
jules hathaway
Sent from my iPod
Adult nonfiction
The oral tradition, the telling and retelling of stories was a
well loved form of connection, communication, and entertainment
through much of human history. For awhile rapidly proliferating
electronics threatened to take over. But reports of its demise were
quite premature. There is something bone deep, soul deep in us that
is fascinated by the lives of those with whom we share this planet.
We want our stories.
In 1997 The Moth began. Celebs and not-so-famous people would
tell interesting real life stories to avidly attentive audiences.
"At The Moth, people tell intimate stories, stories that are
sometimes so private you could have known a person for five years
without hearing them. Your neighbor who you think you have nothing in
common with gets on stage, and you discover that you actually share a
good deal. When you see them on the street the next day, your
perspective of them is changed because you know something imortant
about them."
Now those of us who can't get to The Moth venues are in for a
treat. The Moth (the book) brings together fifty stories chosen out
of thousands. They are well worth reading.
My favorite, Easter in a Texas Roadhouse, is about a minister
who has worked very hard on his Easter sermon, creating a careful
blend of reflections, experiences, and famous theologian quotes. Late
Easter Eve he's lost and out of gas. He ends up in a roadhouse where
he impresses the clientele with his pool shooting abilities. They all
end up conversing. One of the guys asks him what Easter is.
"So I thought for a moment, and then I swallowed and started
in. 'Now, there was this guy named Jesus. He was born to an unwed
teenage mother, and when he grew up he gathered around him twelve
guys--his friends--and they were his gang, and they roamed the
countryside together, and they talked about peace and justice and love
and God. And they did great things. But the authorities wanted to
get him, and so they tried to find ways of either capturing him or
killing him."
Did he get through to his new froends? Guess who showed up in
church to hear the Easter story again?
Bicycle Safety on Essex is a very important cautionary tale for
our times. The narrator tells of observing the police stopping a man
and a boy who are riding a bycicle late at night. The man, who has
worked the late shift, is bringing the boy home from a play date.
There is a lot of interrogation concerning the black man's
relationship with the family, including a covert insinuation that the
man may be a child molester.
"And the kid says, 'If you fucking assholes arrest him again one
more time just because he's black and I'm not, I'm going to kill
myself. You came into my apartment and dragged him out because the
crazy lady next door said he was a rapist, you put him in handcuffs
when he came to pick me up at school, you pulled him away from me at
the street fair and made me wait for my mom! I swear to God, I'm
going to lose my mind!"
Whoa!
Tajic Sonata starts off grimly and carries an unexpected twist.
The author is living in a city at war. A flag telling which side is
in charge tells her how to dress. Her husband and a lot of other men
have disappeared. There is no food and she and her children are in
constant danger.
When she gets to the University where she teaches piano there
are soldiers in the music room destroying the instruments. Although
she's in shock she also has hit the point she can't take any more.
She offers to play music to show how precious the instruments are.
The soldiers get quiet. She begins to play Moonlight Sonata.
"And then one of them came even closer and asked me to play a
Tajic folk song. When I had first walked in, they were all speaking
Russian, but when he asked me to play, he asked in our native Tajic.
So I played it and all of them started singing along. They were like
a choir.
And then out of nowhere, a man came to the door, and he said
something to them, and they stood up quickly, took their armor and
guns, and left, shutting the door behind them."
And there are forty-seven more stories, each drawing the reader
into its universe. This is a perfect read for folks who must grab
their reading time in bits and pieces.
Actually it's a perfect read for any adult with a caring heart
and an open mind.
On a personal note, I had a real Wilson Center Weekend. Saturday
afternoon I went to a program for people who had lost loved ones to
suicide. People had lost friends, parents, a spouse, children... I
had lost a cousin. We talked at soul depth and supported one
another. Sunday after church Wilson Center people joined folks from
other campus faith groups. We went out to Food & Medicine to help
them fill Thanksgiving Baskets. Food & Medicine people are solidarity
champions. They pay local farmers fair prices for food, helping them
stay in business as well as helping good people put food on their
tables. Before we left we had a home made supper.
A great big shout out goes out to all who participated in both events.
jules hathaway
Sent from my iPod
Saturday, November 18, 2017
Kate Warne: Pinkerton Detective
Kate Warne: Pinkerton Detective
Juvenile herstory
Kate Carter was in quite a predicament. She'd never known her
mother. The printer father who had raised her had died, leaving her
alone in the world. The jobs open to women before the Civil War in
America--washing clothes, teaching--did not appeal to her. But there
was an ad in the newspaper that intrigued her. She would be willing
to reinvent herself to snag the job it described.
People then considered detective work to be suitable only for
men. The profession was considered to be too dangerous and demanding
for women. Kate, however, could see advantages accruing to her
gender. Girlfriends or wives of criminals who would not speak openly
to men might be more forthcoming with another woman.
As Kate Warne, she joined the fledgling Pinkerton Agemcy and
helped establish its reputation. She even saved President elect
Abraham Lincoln from an assassination attempt. Her success paved the
way for other woman detectives including Hattie Lawton who gathered
Confederate military intelligence during the Civil War.
Marissa Moss' Kate Warne: Pinkerton Detective narrates Kate's
very first case--a bewildering crime involving the theft of $40,000
from the Adams Express Company. Without the missing money as proof,
there would be no way to convict the miscreant. Fortunately a jailed
suspect had a girlfriend ripe for befriending...
Moss has written over seventy children's books and won a bunch
of awards. With Kate Warne: Pinkerton Detective she introduces
readers to a fascinating, little known chapter in American herstory.
Way to go, Marissa!
On a personal note, Gay Thanksgiving at UMaine was AWESOME!!! The
place was packed and the food was scrumptious! I went with my chum,
Olivia, and some of her friends. We had a wonderful time. Then
Friday I spent seven hours learning a lot at a sustainability event.
It was interactive--with people, not computers--and lively and well
worth attending.
A great big shout out goes out to the attendees of both events and the
folks who worked hard to make them happen.
Thursday I'll be giving thanks for living so close to UMaine with its
wonderful people and fascinating programs. I call it my dork
Disneyland.
jules hathaway
Sent from my iPod
Juvenile herstory
Kate Carter was in quite a predicament. She'd never known her
mother. The printer father who had raised her had died, leaving her
alone in the world. The jobs open to women before the Civil War in
America--washing clothes, teaching--did not appeal to her. But there
was an ad in the newspaper that intrigued her. She would be willing
to reinvent herself to snag the job it described.
People then considered detective work to be suitable only for
men. The profession was considered to be too dangerous and demanding
for women. Kate, however, could see advantages accruing to her
gender. Girlfriends or wives of criminals who would not speak openly
to men might be more forthcoming with another woman.
As Kate Warne, she joined the fledgling Pinkerton Agemcy and
helped establish its reputation. She even saved President elect
Abraham Lincoln from an assassination attempt. Her success paved the
way for other woman detectives including Hattie Lawton who gathered
Confederate military intelligence during the Civil War.
Marissa Moss' Kate Warne: Pinkerton Detective narrates Kate's
very first case--a bewildering crime involving the theft of $40,000
from the Adams Express Company. Without the missing money as proof,
there would be no way to convict the miscreant. Fortunately a jailed
suspect had a girlfriend ripe for befriending...
Moss has written over seventy children's books and won a bunch
of awards. With Kate Warne: Pinkerton Detective she introduces
readers to a fascinating, little known chapter in American herstory.
Way to go, Marissa!
On a personal note, Gay Thanksgiving at UMaine was AWESOME!!! The
place was packed and the food was scrumptious! I went with my chum,
Olivia, and some of her friends. We had a wonderful time. Then
Friday I spent seven hours learning a lot at a sustainability event.
It was interactive--with people, not computers--and lively and well
worth attending.
A great big shout out goes out to the attendees of both events and the
folks who worked hard to make them happen.
Thursday I'll be giving thanks for living so close to UMaine with its
wonderful people and fascinating programs. I call it my dork
Disneyland.
jules hathaway
Sent from my iPod
Thursday, November 16, 2017
Scary Faces
Scary Faces
Halloween may inspire face painting. But imagination and
creativity never go out of season. Caro Child's Scary Faces And Other
Arty Face Paintings gives detailed instructions on how to face paint
and create amazing characters such as:
*a loyal sheepdog
*a glittery peacock
*a magical wizard
*a leaping dolphin (my favorite)
*a cut throat pirate and so many more.
Can you believe a solar storm?
Readers who master this fun skill cab find their services in
much demand at plays, parades, school fun days, and just about any
festivity they can imagine. What a fun way for artistic volunteering
and community involvement!
Luckily for parents, clean up instructions are also included.
On a personal note, I was flattered to get an invitation to audition
for a musical. My student friends wondered why I said no thanks until
I explained that if I tried to do too many things I wouldn't do any
well. My campus involvements are more important to me. And I can
always sing my heart out in choir.
A great big shout out goes out to the fabulous UMaine students who
make this such an easy decision.
jules hathaway
Sent from my iPod
Halloween may inspire face painting. But imagination and
creativity never go out of season. Caro Child's Scary Faces And Other
Arty Face Paintings gives detailed instructions on how to face paint
and create amazing characters such as:
*a loyal sheepdog
*a glittery peacock
*a magical wizard
*a leaping dolphin (my favorite)
*a cut throat pirate and so many more.
Can you believe a solar storm?
Readers who master this fun skill cab find their services in
much demand at plays, parades, school fun days, and just about any
festivity they can imagine. What a fun way for artistic volunteering
and community involvement!
Luckily for parents, clean up instructions are also included.
On a personal note, I was flattered to get an invitation to audition
for a musical. My student friends wondered why I said no thanks until
I explained that if I tried to do too many things I wouldn't do any
well. My campus involvements are more important to me. And I can
always sing my heart out in choir.
A great big shout out goes out to the fabulous UMaine students who
make this such an easy decision.
jules hathaway
Sent from my iPod
Tuesday, November 14, 2017
My Encyclopedia of the Forest
My Encyclopedia of the Forest
Juvenile nonfiction
"Forests are mysterious and beautiful places. Under the vaulted
ceiling of tall trees, you feel protected and sheltered."
Most of us have images of children's encyclopedias are: adult
encyclopedia mini mes with simpler words, shorter entries, and a lot
more pictures...alphabetically ordered and sometimes a tad on the dull
side. You can forget that expectation in regard to Alain
Pontoppidan's My Encyclopedia of the Forest. It takes young readers
on Bill Nye the Science Guy meets Magical Mystery Tour. Kids are
taken to see some of the most beautiful and fascinating creatures and
places on Earth.
The chapter Into The Woods gives glimpses of the different kinds
of forests around the world. The great north features birch trees,
maple syrup, moose, and bears. Baobabs, humungous termite mounds,
acacia trees, and giraffes are found on the savanna. The Amazon rain
forest is home to red-eyed tree frogs, leaf-cutter ants, Indians,
macaws, and rubber trees.
Not surprisingly, my favorite is Woodland Animals. The
exquisite photography that is one of the real strengths of the whole
book is especially evident in this chapter. A poplar admiral
butterfly spreads its wings. Several kinds of mother birds feed their
downy young. A squirrel and a wood mouse peer out, ready to run at
any sign of danger. A lynx pads through deep snow on fur trimmed
paws. A stealthy fox surveys his domain.
I suspect many kids will enjoy the forest jobs chapter. They'll
get to meet researchers, ranger, and those oh so outdoorsy loggers.
The steps in the path from tree to end products is also very cool.
My Encyclopedia of the Forest is a wonderful acquisition for the
public, school, or family library.
On a personal note, last Sunday at Church of Universal Fellowship our
choir was belting our anthem out loud and proud. We had four rows of
singers and a very lively piece. It felt so good to be up there
making a joyful noise unto the Lord as the Bible instructs us to do.
Then yesterday I tried out the new dress I was thinking of wearing to
the in-laws on Thanksgiving. It's a long sleeve peacock blue lace
with solid sheath underneath number. When I wore it to campus people
were some impressed. So it passes muster.
A great big shout out goes out to my choir family with whom I make
beautiful music.
jules hathaway
Sent from my iPod
Juvenile nonfiction
"Forests are mysterious and beautiful places. Under the vaulted
ceiling of tall trees, you feel protected and sheltered."
Most of us have images of children's encyclopedias are: adult
encyclopedia mini mes with simpler words, shorter entries, and a lot
more pictures...alphabetically ordered and sometimes a tad on the dull
side. You can forget that expectation in regard to Alain
Pontoppidan's My Encyclopedia of the Forest. It takes young readers
on Bill Nye the Science Guy meets Magical Mystery Tour. Kids are
taken to see some of the most beautiful and fascinating creatures and
places on Earth.
The chapter Into The Woods gives glimpses of the different kinds
of forests around the world. The great north features birch trees,
maple syrup, moose, and bears. Baobabs, humungous termite mounds,
acacia trees, and giraffes are found on the savanna. The Amazon rain
forest is home to red-eyed tree frogs, leaf-cutter ants, Indians,
macaws, and rubber trees.
Not surprisingly, my favorite is Woodland Animals. The
exquisite photography that is one of the real strengths of the whole
book is especially evident in this chapter. A poplar admiral
butterfly spreads its wings. Several kinds of mother birds feed their
downy young. A squirrel and a wood mouse peer out, ready to run at
any sign of danger. A lynx pads through deep snow on fur trimmed
paws. A stealthy fox surveys his domain.
I suspect many kids will enjoy the forest jobs chapter. They'll
get to meet researchers, ranger, and those oh so outdoorsy loggers.
The steps in the path from tree to end products is also very cool.
My Encyclopedia of the Forest is a wonderful acquisition for the
public, school, or family library.
On a personal note, last Sunday at Church of Universal Fellowship our
choir was belting our anthem out loud and proud. We had four rows of
singers and a very lively piece. It felt so good to be up there
making a joyful noise unto the Lord as the Bible instructs us to do.
Then yesterday I tried out the new dress I was thinking of wearing to
the in-laws on Thanksgiving. It's a long sleeve peacock blue lace
with solid sheath underneath number. When I wore it to campus people
were some impressed. So it passes muster.
A great big shout out goes out to my choir family with whom I make
beautiful music.
jules hathaway
Sent from my iPod
Sunday, November 12, 2017
Our Story Begins
Our Story Begins
Juvenile nonfiction
"I was born in New York City in July 1923. My earliest memories
are of drawing, drawing, drawing. After my earliest drawings, under
ten, I copied comics and art from magazines. To free myself from
copying, I began drawing from life, using my brothers and sisters as
models...These drawings are the source that nourished my growth as an
artist."
Ashley Bryan [quoted above], one of the artist/writers who has
done the most to bring authentic multiculturalism to juvenile lit, is
one of twenty-six children's book authors and illustrators featured in
Elissa Brent Weissman's Our Story Begins: Your Favorite Authors And
Illustrators Share Fun, Inspiring, And Occasionally Ridiculous Things
They Wrote And Drew As Kids. What a concept! So simple and yet so
elegant.
Kwame Alexander is brilliant at telling dynamic, complex stories
through free verse. He also empowers student writers through his Page
to Stage Writing Workshop and travels the world promoting literacy.
He shares his first real poem he write about his mom. Awwww! It took
him two days and lots of drafts to complete it to his satisfaction.
Linda Sue Park, a Newberry Medal winner, has written over two
dozen picture books and novels. She grew up writing poems and was
thrilled when her father gave her her first typewriter. She
contributes a poem inspired by the first time she ever saw the ocean.
The very prolific Phyllis Reynolds Naylor loved her parents'
evening family story times. As a child, she drew and illustrated
little books. This was during the Depression. With new paper an
unavailable luxury, she worked with used paper her mother brought home
from work. I suspect you'll enjoy her The Food Fairies, created on
Gospel Trumpet Company Stationary.
And there are twenty-two other equally fascination authors and
illustrators to read about. This would be a highly empowering book
for kids to see that their favorites started out a lot like them and
parents to see that the creators of books they enjoyed as youngsters
weren't always polished book cover presences.
Now, for you lucky blog followers I am going to add a twenty-
seventh. True, I have not had a single book published yet.
Inshallah, God willing, it's only a matter of time. So I will share
my first saved piece of writing, a tribute to a special companion. I
wrote this when I was ten.
Sheba
Sheba, prettiest of ocelots,
Has tawny fur in stripes and spots.
She's a sage little creature clothed in fur
With a lion's roar and a tigers purr.
If you search the world around
I doubt there ever will be found
Another Sheba.
And, yes, I did have a pet ocelot. Try not to be too jealous.
On a purrrrsonal note, last night we had the annual Orono Community
Garden dinner and awards. John, Shelley, and their puppy pal, Effie
Mae, hosted at their home. We had a scrumptious homemade soup supper
topped with a perfect pie. The people who attended were a just right
mix. A wood fire and great background music capped off an evening to
celebrate. I surprised John and Shelley (Effie Mae was none too
impressed) by giving them a best garden family award. I am once again
most sociable gardener. I received a planter with green shoots coming
up. I will keep it in the kitchen and hope Joey does not see it as
salad bar.
I am getting lots of positive feedback on my latest BDN opinion piece.
jules hathaway
Sent from my iPod
Juvenile nonfiction
"I was born in New York City in July 1923. My earliest memories
are of drawing, drawing, drawing. After my earliest drawings, under
ten, I copied comics and art from magazines. To free myself from
copying, I began drawing from life, using my brothers and sisters as
models...These drawings are the source that nourished my growth as an
artist."
Ashley Bryan [quoted above], one of the artist/writers who has
done the most to bring authentic multiculturalism to juvenile lit, is
one of twenty-six children's book authors and illustrators featured in
Elissa Brent Weissman's Our Story Begins: Your Favorite Authors And
Illustrators Share Fun, Inspiring, And Occasionally Ridiculous Things
They Wrote And Drew As Kids. What a concept! So simple and yet so
elegant.
Kwame Alexander is brilliant at telling dynamic, complex stories
through free verse. He also empowers student writers through his Page
to Stage Writing Workshop and travels the world promoting literacy.
He shares his first real poem he write about his mom. Awwww! It took
him two days and lots of drafts to complete it to his satisfaction.
Linda Sue Park, a Newberry Medal winner, has written over two
dozen picture books and novels. She grew up writing poems and was
thrilled when her father gave her her first typewriter. She
contributes a poem inspired by the first time she ever saw the ocean.
The very prolific Phyllis Reynolds Naylor loved her parents'
evening family story times. As a child, she drew and illustrated
little books. This was during the Depression. With new paper an
unavailable luxury, she worked with used paper her mother brought home
from work. I suspect you'll enjoy her The Food Fairies, created on
Gospel Trumpet Company Stationary.
And there are twenty-two other equally fascination authors and
illustrators to read about. This would be a highly empowering book
for kids to see that their favorites started out a lot like them and
parents to see that the creators of books they enjoyed as youngsters
weren't always polished book cover presences.
Now, for you lucky blog followers I am going to add a twenty-
seventh. True, I have not had a single book published yet.
Inshallah, God willing, it's only a matter of time. So I will share
my first saved piece of writing, a tribute to a special companion. I
wrote this when I was ten.
Sheba
Sheba, prettiest of ocelots,
Has tawny fur in stripes and spots.
She's a sage little creature clothed in fur
With a lion's roar and a tigers purr.
If you search the world around
I doubt there ever will be found
Another Sheba.
And, yes, I did have a pet ocelot. Try not to be too jealous.
On a purrrrsonal note, last night we had the annual Orono Community
Garden dinner and awards. John, Shelley, and their puppy pal, Effie
Mae, hosted at their home. We had a scrumptious homemade soup supper
topped with a perfect pie. The people who attended were a just right
mix. A wood fire and great background music capped off an evening to
celebrate. I surprised John and Shelley (Effie Mae was none too
impressed) by giving them a best garden family award. I am once again
most sociable gardener. I received a planter with green shoots coming
up. I will keep it in the kitchen and hope Joey does not see it as
salad bar.
I am getting lots of positive feedback on my latest BDN opinion piece.
jules hathaway
Sent from my iPod
Friday, November 10, 2017
This Would Make A Good Story Someday
This Would Make A Good Story Someday
Juvenile fiction
"It's official. We are on board. Goodbye, Shipton, Em, Vi,
surf lessons, and our adorable cats, Amos and Boris, who are being fed
by Fiona Dunphy and will probably poop in our shoes to show how much
they miss us. Goodbye, space to get away from Mom and Mimi, who have
practically killed each other fighting about luggage...Or space to get
away from Ladybug, who has brought four stuffed animal cats and Bruce
the Roman centurion. Or space of any kind really."
If Sara, narrator of Dana Alison Levy's This Would Make A Good
Story Someday, sounds morose, she has every reason to be. She and her
best friends have big plans for the last month of summer vaca before
they start middle school. Now she won't be part of their self
improvement projects.
Mimi, one of Sara's mothers, has won a big national competition
for "serious writers to have time and space to create while immersing
themselves in the magic of viewing the country by train." Mimi gets
to take the family so Sarah is about spend that month in very close
quarters with:
*her two mothers
*her obnoxiously loud and cute little sister, Ladybug
*her older sister Laurel who seems to think of nothing but saving the
world,
and *Laurel's ecowarrior boyfriend, Root. As if that prospect is not
bad enough, Mimi, who has blogged about many of Sara's embarassing
moments, is taking notes and seeking quotes for a book she wants to
get published.
An unexpected complication reveals itself on the train. They
will be travelling with the other winner and his family: two
nonegenarian ladies and a strange boy everyone expects her to
instantly bond with because they're about the same age.
It sounds like a twenty-first ring of pre teen Hades or at least
purgatory. But between the East and West coasts a lot can change. A
girl can come to see things quite differently. So in between the
amusing mishaps there moments of sweetness and poignancy.
This Would Make A Good Story Someday is a great read for kids
with less than perfect families nearing middle school and anyone who
has had experiences with the potential to be amusing...
...someday.
On a personal note, I had a very nice surprise when I woke up this
morning. My latest opinion piece was in the Bangor Daily News in the
best spot on the op ed page: center with the cartoon. :) I had a lot
of fun writing it. It was inspired by the athletes trying to draw
attention to injustice by not standing for the national anthem. I
can't say the pledge of allegiance because America does not have
liberty and justice for all. I wrote about my growing disillusionment
with it going all the way back to elementary school when I encountered
the civil rights movement. I'm already getting good feedback on it.
A great big shout out goes out to my editor and the BDN readers.
jules hathaway
Sent from my iPod
Juvenile fiction
"It's official. We are on board. Goodbye, Shipton, Em, Vi,
surf lessons, and our adorable cats, Amos and Boris, who are being fed
by Fiona Dunphy and will probably poop in our shoes to show how much
they miss us. Goodbye, space to get away from Mom and Mimi, who have
practically killed each other fighting about luggage...Or space to get
away from Ladybug, who has brought four stuffed animal cats and Bruce
the Roman centurion. Or space of any kind really."
If Sara, narrator of Dana Alison Levy's This Would Make A Good
Story Someday, sounds morose, she has every reason to be. She and her
best friends have big plans for the last month of summer vaca before
they start middle school. Now she won't be part of their self
improvement projects.
Mimi, one of Sara's mothers, has won a big national competition
for "serious writers to have time and space to create while immersing
themselves in the magic of viewing the country by train." Mimi gets
to take the family so Sarah is about spend that month in very close
quarters with:
*her two mothers
*her obnoxiously loud and cute little sister, Ladybug
*her older sister Laurel who seems to think of nothing but saving the
world,
and *Laurel's ecowarrior boyfriend, Root. As if that prospect is not
bad enough, Mimi, who has blogged about many of Sara's embarassing
moments, is taking notes and seeking quotes for a book she wants to
get published.
An unexpected complication reveals itself on the train. They
will be travelling with the other winner and his family: two
nonegenarian ladies and a strange boy everyone expects her to
instantly bond with because they're about the same age.
It sounds like a twenty-first ring of pre teen Hades or at least
purgatory. But between the East and West coasts a lot can change. A
girl can come to see things quite differently. So in between the
amusing mishaps there moments of sweetness and poignancy.
This Would Make A Good Story Someday is a great read for kids
with less than perfect families nearing middle school and anyone who
has had experiences with the potential to be amusing...
...someday.
On a personal note, I had a very nice surprise when I woke up this
morning. My latest opinion piece was in the Bangor Daily News in the
best spot on the op ed page: center with the cartoon. :) I had a lot
of fun writing it. It was inspired by the athletes trying to draw
attention to injustice by not standing for the national anthem. I
can't say the pledge of allegiance because America does not have
liberty and justice for all. I wrote about my growing disillusionment
with it going all the way back to elementary school when I encountered
the civil rights movement. I'm already getting good feedback on it.
A great big shout out goes out to my editor and the BDN readers.
jules hathaway
Sent from my iPod
Two Cat Tales
Two Cat Tales
Picture books
One day I was about to rush out of Orono Public Library,
fortified with two bags of fresh reading material, when our children's
librarian notified me of two new cat books I'd love to read...unless
it would be too many. Too books, especially ones featuring my
favorite animal? Can there be such a thing?
Jason Carter Eaton's The Catawampus Cat, while full of zip and
pizzaz, has a simple but profound lesson for kids and parents alike.
Into a town where everyone's doing the same old, same old
regular like clockwork...walks the catawampus cat all tilted to one
side. When the people tilted their heads and bodies to match, amazing
things happen.
*A woman finds her wedding ring that has been lost 20 years.
*A barber gives a client a new haircut she loves.
*A librarian takes the wrong book and swaps out her job for a life of
adventure...
Eventually when everyone in town is refocussed and happy there
is a celebration of the catawampus cat. You'll never guess what
happens next.
The moral of the book for kids and parents alike: a slight
change in perspective can make a world of difference. And you don't
have to walk slantwise and risk falling over. Ages ago I had moments
I felt frustrated living in a trailer because they look so much
alike. Then I would pretend to give a tour to a refugee from a
country at war who would really notice the running water, electricity,
full fridge and cupboards, healthy children... I never got all the way
through my home before realizing how much I have to be grateful for.
Alert readers of The Catawampus Cat will notice something
interesting in the illustrations. Embedded in nearly every one is a
realistic detail. In a street scene where people are watching the cat
a green car looks like it came out of a 50's magazine. The posters in
the school and library scenes really jump out at you. Why do you
think the illustrator included them?
There are no wrong answers.
Holly Hobbie's A Cat Named Swan starts off quite precariously.
A kitten born in an alley wakes up to find his mother and littermates
gone. He is all in a big, harsh world, contending with inclement
weather, big dogs, and wheeled vehicles.
One day he is captured and taken to the pound. Well at least
he's safe and well fed. But something even better is in store, a
forever family who brought him home and named him Swan.
"After many days had passed, he learned that the house was his
house, the yard was his yard. He learned that the people were his
people and he was theirs. He belonged to them and he belonged to
them. After many days had passed, he learned that the days would
continue to come and go in the same way."
That's about the happiest ever after any feline can get.
If you have kids clamoring or you find yourself yearning for a
family cat please don't immediately go for a purebred. At least take
a walk through a shelter or pound and see if one of the residents
catches your eye and heart. You may be literally saving a precious
life.
Joey is a random breed. We know who his mother was. The rest
of his lineage is a total mystery. For fourteen years he has been the
dearest companion I could wish for. As I write this he is sprawled
out on my legs, purring heartily, and gazing at me with unconditional
love.
On a purrrrrsonal note, UMaine had two fine events this week. There
was a two day blood drive with fine attendance. I donated and
volunteered. We got lovely long sleeve holiday shirts. Last night we
celebrated multicultural Thanksgiving with all kinds of nontraditional
good food. People who went had a wonderful time.
A great big shout out goes out to all who participated in those events.
jules hathaway
Sent from my iPod
Picture books
One day I was about to rush out of Orono Public Library,
fortified with two bags of fresh reading material, when our children's
librarian notified me of two new cat books I'd love to read...unless
it would be too many. Too books, especially ones featuring my
favorite animal? Can there be such a thing?
Jason Carter Eaton's The Catawampus Cat, while full of zip and
pizzaz, has a simple but profound lesson for kids and parents alike.
Into a town where everyone's doing the same old, same old
regular like clockwork...walks the catawampus cat all tilted to one
side. When the people tilted their heads and bodies to match, amazing
things happen.
*A woman finds her wedding ring that has been lost 20 years.
*A barber gives a client a new haircut she loves.
*A librarian takes the wrong book and swaps out her job for a life of
adventure...
Eventually when everyone in town is refocussed and happy there
is a celebration of the catawampus cat. You'll never guess what
happens next.
The moral of the book for kids and parents alike: a slight
change in perspective can make a world of difference. And you don't
have to walk slantwise and risk falling over. Ages ago I had moments
I felt frustrated living in a trailer because they look so much
alike. Then I would pretend to give a tour to a refugee from a
country at war who would really notice the running water, electricity,
full fridge and cupboards, healthy children... I never got all the way
through my home before realizing how much I have to be grateful for.
Alert readers of The Catawampus Cat will notice something
interesting in the illustrations. Embedded in nearly every one is a
realistic detail. In a street scene where people are watching the cat
a green car looks like it came out of a 50's magazine. The posters in
the school and library scenes really jump out at you. Why do you
think the illustrator included them?
There are no wrong answers.
Holly Hobbie's A Cat Named Swan starts off quite precariously.
A kitten born in an alley wakes up to find his mother and littermates
gone. He is all in a big, harsh world, contending with inclement
weather, big dogs, and wheeled vehicles.
One day he is captured and taken to the pound. Well at least
he's safe and well fed. But something even better is in store, a
forever family who brought him home and named him Swan.
"After many days had passed, he learned that the house was his
house, the yard was his yard. He learned that the people were his
people and he was theirs. He belonged to them and he belonged to
them. After many days had passed, he learned that the days would
continue to come and go in the same way."
That's about the happiest ever after any feline can get.
If you have kids clamoring or you find yourself yearning for a
family cat please don't immediately go for a purebred. At least take
a walk through a shelter or pound and see if one of the residents
catches your eye and heart. You may be literally saving a precious
life.
Joey is a random breed. We know who his mother was. The rest
of his lineage is a total mystery. For fourteen years he has been the
dearest companion I could wish for. As I write this he is sprawled
out on my legs, purring heartily, and gazing at me with unconditional
love.
On a purrrrrsonal note, UMaine had two fine events this week. There
was a two day blood drive with fine attendance. I donated and
volunteered. We got lovely long sleeve holiday shirts. Last night we
celebrated multicultural Thanksgiving with all kinds of nontraditional
good food. People who went had a wonderful time.
A great big shout out goes out to all who participated in those events.
jules hathaway
Sent from my iPod
Tuesday, November 7, 2017
I'm A Girl
I'm A Girl
Picture book
"I'm supposed to be nice...
all sugar and spice...
but I'm sweet and sour!
not a little flower!"
The protagonist of Yasmeen Ismail's I'm A Girl delights in
riding fast, being spontaneous as in stripping to her undies and
jumping into a pool, learning, and playing loud music. There's only
one problem. Everyone she encounters mistakes her for a boy.
What's a girl to do?
Read the book and see.
With short sentences that can be read with plenty of expression
and vivid, dynamic pictures, this is a good selection for really young
kids who are starting to wrap their minds around what being a boy or
girl is all about.
On a personal note, I'm loving my life: family, cat, friends, school,
church, the groups I participate it, my library books, my cute
clothes... There's just one thing I'm not crazy about: daylight
savings time. It gets too dark too early. Everyone I talk to
agrees. I heard somewhere Massachusetts is not observing it this
year. I hope Maine joins in next year.
Wish me luck. I donate blood tomorrow, inshallah (God willing).
A great big shout out to the family members (including Joey cat) and
friends who add so much joy to my life.
jules hathaway
Sent from my iPod
Picture book
"I'm supposed to be nice...
all sugar and spice...
but I'm sweet and sour!
not a little flower!"
The protagonist of Yasmeen Ismail's I'm A Girl delights in
riding fast, being spontaneous as in stripping to her undies and
jumping into a pool, learning, and playing loud music. There's only
one problem. Everyone she encounters mistakes her for a boy.
What's a girl to do?
Read the book and see.
With short sentences that can be read with plenty of expression
and vivid, dynamic pictures, this is a good selection for really young
kids who are starting to wrap their minds around what being a boy or
girl is all about.
On a personal note, I'm loving my life: family, cat, friends, school,
church, the groups I participate it, my library books, my cute
clothes... There's just one thing I'm not crazy about: daylight
savings time. It gets too dark too early. Everyone I talk to
agrees. I heard somewhere Massachusetts is not observing it this
year. I hope Maine joins in next year.
Wish me luck. I donate blood tomorrow, inshallah (God willing).
A great big shout out to the family members (including Joey cat) and
friends who add so much joy to my life.
jules hathaway
Sent from my iPod
Saturday, November 4, 2017
Sail Away
Sail Away
Juvenile poetry
"To make words sing
Is a wonderful thing--
Because in a song
Words last so long."
If ever there was a poet who could make words sing, he was
Langston Hughes. One of the outstanding writers of the Harlem
Renaissance, he practiced his craft masterfully for nearly half a
century. Sail Away brings together a selection of his poems centered
around waters for a juvenile audience. They evoke a full range of
feelings and tempos and are meant to be read aloud.
My two favorites are the very wistful Water-Front Streets
"The spring is not so beautiful there--
But dream ships sail away
To where the spring is wondrous rare
And life is gay.
The spring is not so beautiful there
But lads put out to sea
Who carry beauties in their hearts
And dreams like me."
And the tender Moonlight Night: Carmel
"Tonight the waves march
In long ranks
Cutting their darkness
With their silver shanks,
Cutting the darkness
And kissing the moon
And beating the land's
Edge into a swoon."
If there is any living artist who deserves to illustrate the
poetry of Langston Hughes, he is Maine's own island dwelling, as in
ocean close, Ashley Bryan. I think he has earned every juvenile lit
award there is to be had. Rightly so. His collages, blending simple
shapes into complex patterns, are masterpieces of color and motion.
With Moonlight Night: Carmel, cresting waves reach up to a star filled
sky. The cautionary tale simply titled F shows a greedy fish about to
chomp down on a big green fly and the hook it disguises while a
smaller fish looks on aghast.
Sail Away is a must acquire for public and school libraries and
a wonderful addition to family collections.
On a personal note, today was Culturefest at UMaine. We had groups
from all kinds of organizations tabling. I was with Amnesty
International. We had this huge world map and a bunch of markers. We
invited people to write in their visions for a better world. Everyone
who stopped by participated. One 4-year-old carefully printed DOG.
There was lots of international food to buy. Many people wore
colorful international clothes. In fact after the tabling there was a
fashion show.
I had a wonderful yesterday too. Kat and I photographed a cool
beetle. Before our lunch Liv and I went shopping at Black Bear
Exchange. We found me 4 shirts including a cat one and three amazing
dresses. (Today I wore a fifties style sailor one and got scads of
compliments). Supper was pizza at International student coffee hour.
And I ended up at my Peace & Justice Center steering committee meeting.
A great big shout out goes out to all the people who were with me
through my two days of adventures.
jules hathaway
Sent from my iPod
Juvenile poetry
"To make words sing
Is a wonderful thing--
Because in a song
Words last so long."
If ever there was a poet who could make words sing, he was
Langston Hughes. One of the outstanding writers of the Harlem
Renaissance, he practiced his craft masterfully for nearly half a
century. Sail Away brings together a selection of his poems centered
around waters for a juvenile audience. They evoke a full range of
feelings and tempos and are meant to be read aloud.
My two favorites are the very wistful Water-Front Streets
"The spring is not so beautiful there--
But dream ships sail away
To where the spring is wondrous rare
And life is gay.
The spring is not so beautiful there
But lads put out to sea
Who carry beauties in their hearts
And dreams like me."
And the tender Moonlight Night: Carmel
"Tonight the waves march
In long ranks
Cutting their darkness
With their silver shanks,
Cutting the darkness
And kissing the moon
And beating the land's
Edge into a swoon."
If there is any living artist who deserves to illustrate the
poetry of Langston Hughes, he is Maine's own island dwelling, as in
ocean close, Ashley Bryan. I think he has earned every juvenile lit
award there is to be had. Rightly so. His collages, blending simple
shapes into complex patterns, are masterpieces of color and motion.
With Moonlight Night: Carmel, cresting waves reach up to a star filled
sky. The cautionary tale simply titled F shows a greedy fish about to
chomp down on a big green fly and the hook it disguises while a
smaller fish looks on aghast.
Sail Away is a must acquire for public and school libraries and
a wonderful addition to family collections.
On a personal note, today was Culturefest at UMaine. We had groups
from all kinds of organizations tabling. I was with Amnesty
International. We had this huge world map and a bunch of markers. We
invited people to write in their visions for a better world. Everyone
who stopped by participated. One 4-year-old carefully printed DOG.
There was lots of international food to buy. Many people wore
colorful international clothes. In fact after the tabling there was a
fashion show.
I had a wonderful yesterday too. Kat and I photographed a cool
beetle. Before our lunch Liv and I went shopping at Black Bear
Exchange. We found me 4 shirts including a cat one and three amazing
dresses. (Today I wore a fifties style sailor one and got scads of
compliments). Supper was pizza at International student coffee hour.
And I ended up at my Peace & Justice Center steering committee meeting.
A great big shout out goes out to all the people who were with me
through my two days of adventures.
jules hathaway
Sent from my iPod
Thursday, November 2, 2017
Seeds Of Change
Seeds Of Change
Juvenile biography/herstory
"'Feel,' her mother whispered.
Wangari spread her small hands over the tree's trunk. She
smoothed her fingers over the rough bark.
'This is mugumo,' her mother said. 'It is home to many. It
feeds many too.'
She snapped off a wild fig from a low branch, and gave it to her
daughter. Wangari ate the delicious fruit, just as geckos and
elephant did. High in the tree, birds chirped in their nests. The
branches bounced with jumping monkeys."
This morning I started drawing water for my bath and picked up
the next picture book on my sizeable stack. OMG! It's lucky for me
the tub didn't overflow and really cause a mess. Jen
Cullerton Johnson's Seeds Of Change, illustrated by Sonia Lynn Sadler,
is one of those extremely rare picture books that totally takes my
breath away. Story, voice, and illustrations combine into a creation
that grabbed me and didn't let go.
When Wangari Maathai, 2004 Nobel Peace Prize Winner, was a child
growing up in Kenya, her mother taught her to treasure trees. It was
believed that beloved ancestors rested in their shade.
Wangari was the her family's oldest daughter which meant she had
many chores. Few Kikuyu girls were able to even acquire functional
literacy. But when she expressed a drive to go to school, her parents
managed to pay fees and buy supplies. After elementary school
continuing her education required moving further from home: to
Nairobi for high school and all the way to America for college and
grad school.
Returning to Kenya to teach at the University of Nairobi,
Wangari was in for a rude awakening. Big foreign companies were
engaged in systematic deforestation. Soil no longer held in place by
tree roots was being lost. Hunger was stalking her people.
To find a solution to this problem, Wangari went back to her
roots. Literally. The greedy capitalists tried to stop her by having
her arrested. Fortunately this was one of the few instances in the
modern world where good won out. Wangari left jail even more
determined to spread the word.
If you want a story for yourself or your children that engenders
hope and strength, if you read no other book this year, read Seeds of
Change. It was published in 2010, so you may have to get it through
interlibrary loan.
The voice of the narrative evokes the ancient oral tradition.
The words and tempo invite lingering, not rushing.
"Wangari was sad to leave, but she knew that what her mother
said was true. Wherever Wangari went, so went her family, her
village, and her Kikuyu ways. She kissed her family and said good-bye
to the mugumo tree, remembering her promise always to protect it."
The pictures invite even more lingering. Each is like a mosaic
with a thick white lines around sections. The colors are bold and
bright, as merited by African subjects. And the details are
enchanting. As Wangari and her mother eat wild figs, above them in
the trees you see a nest of birds, an agile looking lizard, and two
mischievous monkeys. The river abounds with frogs, polliwogs, and
fish as a long legged bird scans the water for a meal.
Ashley Bryan has to share his all time best (human, not just
black) children's book illustrator ranking in Jules World with Sonia
Lynn Sadler. I checked out her website. I have decided that when I
have worked my way from graduate school, earned my masters, and am
working professionally to help college students achieve their
potential I will save up and buy something she has painted. Now that
is quite the incentive!
On a personal note, I had a wonderful experience today. My friend Liv
Ruhlin had organized a student activist organization panel. I was on
it to represent Active Minds. It's an organization working to remove
the stigma surrounding psychological challenges. Each panelist had
five minutes. We all spoke with passion and conviction. Then we
answered a bunch of really good questions. In the evening I went to
Active Minds and told everyone about the panel. People were so happy
that I represented us.
A great big shout out goes out to all who participated in the panel
and my Active Minds crew.
Jules Hathaway
Sent from my iPod
Juvenile biography/herstory
"'Feel,' her mother whispered.
Wangari spread her small hands over the tree's trunk. She
smoothed her fingers over the rough bark.
'This is mugumo,' her mother said. 'It is home to many. It
feeds many too.'
She snapped off a wild fig from a low branch, and gave it to her
daughter. Wangari ate the delicious fruit, just as geckos and
elephant did. High in the tree, birds chirped in their nests. The
branches bounced with jumping monkeys."
This morning I started drawing water for my bath and picked up
the next picture book on my sizeable stack. OMG! It's lucky for me
the tub didn't overflow and really cause a mess. Jen
Cullerton Johnson's Seeds Of Change, illustrated by Sonia Lynn Sadler,
is one of those extremely rare picture books that totally takes my
breath away. Story, voice, and illustrations combine into a creation
that grabbed me and didn't let go.
When Wangari Maathai, 2004 Nobel Peace Prize Winner, was a child
growing up in Kenya, her mother taught her to treasure trees. It was
believed that beloved ancestors rested in their shade.
Wangari was the her family's oldest daughter which meant she had
many chores. Few Kikuyu girls were able to even acquire functional
literacy. But when she expressed a drive to go to school, her parents
managed to pay fees and buy supplies. After elementary school
continuing her education required moving further from home: to
Nairobi for high school and all the way to America for college and
grad school.
Returning to Kenya to teach at the University of Nairobi,
Wangari was in for a rude awakening. Big foreign companies were
engaged in systematic deforestation. Soil no longer held in place by
tree roots was being lost. Hunger was stalking her people.
To find a solution to this problem, Wangari went back to her
roots. Literally. The greedy capitalists tried to stop her by having
her arrested. Fortunately this was one of the few instances in the
modern world where good won out. Wangari left jail even more
determined to spread the word.
If you want a story for yourself or your children that engenders
hope and strength, if you read no other book this year, read Seeds of
Change. It was published in 2010, so you may have to get it through
interlibrary loan.
The voice of the narrative evokes the ancient oral tradition.
The words and tempo invite lingering, not rushing.
"Wangari was sad to leave, but she knew that what her mother
said was true. Wherever Wangari went, so went her family, her
village, and her Kikuyu ways. She kissed her family and said good-bye
to the mugumo tree, remembering her promise always to protect it."
The pictures invite even more lingering. Each is like a mosaic
with a thick white lines around sections. The colors are bold and
bright, as merited by African subjects. And the details are
enchanting. As Wangari and her mother eat wild figs, above them in
the trees you see a nest of birds, an agile looking lizard, and two
mischievous monkeys. The river abounds with frogs, polliwogs, and
fish as a long legged bird scans the water for a meal.
Ashley Bryan has to share his all time best (human, not just
black) children's book illustrator ranking in Jules World with Sonia
Lynn Sadler. I checked out her website. I have decided that when I
have worked my way from graduate school, earned my masters, and am
working professionally to help college students achieve their
potential I will save up and buy something she has painted. Now that
is quite the incentive!
On a personal note, I had a wonderful experience today. My friend Liv
Ruhlin had organized a student activist organization panel. I was on
it to represent Active Minds. It's an organization working to remove
the stigma surrounding psychological challenges. Each panelist had
five minutes. We all spoke with passion and conviction. Then we
answered a bunch of really good questions. In the evening I went to
Active Minds and told everyone about the panel. People were so happy
that I represented us.
A great big shout out goes out to all who participated in the panel
and my Active Minds crew.
Jules Hathaway
Sent from my iPod
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