Saturday, April 30, 2022

Here are the famous blue whoopie pies.  We were quite busy at Wells.  Free barbecue draws the people.  With 740 diners we outdrew York and Hilltop.  And we're the smallest.  In my totally biased opinion we're simply the best.  I hope you enjoyed those Maine Day pictures.



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The barbeque went indoors to the three dining commons.  Here's the Wells menu.



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As was this proud student.  One of the big goals of Maine Day is clearing winter debris.  Also there are teams that provide free labor to organizations like Community Garden.  It really makes me feel proud to be a member  of Black Bear nation.



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This fine crew was engaged in raking last fall's dead leaves...



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Gotta include another picture because he is just that awesome.



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Grey and drizzly weather didn't dampen Maine Day.  This guy rocking a fine blue lei is Robert Q. Dana, dean of students.  He is one of my favorite people in the world.  When I met him I was pregnant with Amber who is about to turn 32.  Even after decades in his line of work he is (as you can see in the picture) as enthusiastic about his job as he was when he started out.  Every work day he starts out excited and gives it his all.  He's very big on diversity, inclusion, and equity.  And he's one of students' biggest allies on campus.



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The Falling Girls

The Falling Girls

YA chiller
Cheerleaders. Along with football players they represent to
many kids the roles to most aspire to in high school and to many
parents an endangered American wholesomeness bathed in the glow of
nostalgia. All is not sunlight in their exclusive world. In her The
Falling Girls Hayley Krischer gives us glimpses into its darker corners.
"The pep rally. I wake up before Jadis this morning because I don't
want to be late. Jadis Braff, my best friend, says pep rallies and
organized sports are archaic. But I keep us on schedule because I
don't miss pep rallies. No matter how Jadis complains."
Shade considers herself and Jadis to be "the same person, but
with different hair. They usually wake up together, look through the
same clothes for something to wear and share toothbrush and
deoderant. They even tattoo each other.
But there's trouble brewing in paradise. Shade is obsessed with
watching their school's cheer team. She wants very badly to be one of
them, performing their complicated routines.
"I want to go up high.
Backflip into it.
I want them to lift me up to the sky, above all of them, so that
I arch my leg out like a goddamned angel's wing."
Despite knowing how Jadis will feel about it, Shade signs up to
be a cheerleader. Immediately she is drawn into the challenging
dynamics of the three Chloes who are the alphas of the team.
Presenting a united front at games, they are anything but out of the
limelight. She's also caught between team loyalty and her friendship
with Jadis.
Then Jadis unexpectedly comes to the homecoming dance. She says
she's following a friend's advice to "open her mind to new friends."
She tells the three Chloes she doesn't want to fight with them. In
fact they all seem to be having a great time together...
...until alpha Chloe (Orbach) collapses convulsing. Later that
night she's pronounced dead. A toxicology report shows a lethal
cocktail of drugs.
Motive and opportunity abound for both Jadis and the two
remaining Chloes. So who committed this ultimate act of revenge?
Shade needs to know.
In her acknowledgements Krischer, who was a JV cheerleader in
high school, points out some of the perils of the sport: the
concussion rate second only to football players, the sexism and sexual
harassment, and the racism in the sport. In light of this, I would
encourage parents and high school teachers, coaches, and
administrators as well as students to add this fine book to their
summer reading lists.
On a purrrsonal note, I was never a cheerleader. But in college I
made up my own form of cheering. My school paid so much more
attention to make sports than to female sports it made me angry. We
only had one cafeteria. Early on I noticed a locked door and had to
know what was behind it. When I discovered a small room with a
microphone I took it on myself to broadcast the triumphs of and the
game schedules for the women's teams to a captive dining audience.
The women's teams loved me, took me to some of their away games, and
encouraged each other to "score one for the Big E" I also met up with
my first frenemy in college. She envied my grades and popularity.
Senior year she ended up being my RA. She tried to do stuff to
undermine me. But it backfired because she never understood me. The
prime example happened to be on my birthday. She and some of the
other women on my floor kidnapped me in my onsie pajamas with bears
and hearts. When they took off the blindfold I was standing on a
table in the middle of a packed restaurant in those pajamas with all
eyes on me. I was thrilled. I thanked everyone for coming to my
birthday party and asked them to sing happy birthday so loudly the
restaurant would provide a free cake. The people sang loudly; the
restaurant provided the cake. Lots of people came over to compliment
me on being a good sport. A number of them slipped me birthday
money. Back on campus it was big news for awhile, boosting my
popularity. My frenemy told me that if I was "normal" I would have
been humiliated. (Jules)
When will this rain go away? (Tobago)
A great big shout out goes out to all students in UMaine and elsewhere
in the hectic homestretch of the academic year.
Tobago and Jules Hathaway




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Wednesday, April 27, 2022

Here is how the gorgeous one handles rainy days.



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He is a really nice cat.  But outside cats keep disappearing from this neighborhood.



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Doesn't his eye look like a Valentines heart in this picture?



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I call the handsome cat in this and the next two pictures Romeo because he and Tobago play out the famous balcony scene a lot.  That's as close as they'll get.  I won't let Tobago outside where the fishers and unleashed dogs and cars going too fast are.



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Margot Mertz Takes It Down

Margot Mertz Takes It Down

YA fiction
"Over the past two years, I had sat across from teachers,
students, parents, and one time a state legislator. I listened to the
details of their affairs, their embarrassing tweets, their shameful
videos--and then I'd make it all go away. That was the job. For the
right fee, I would go to the ends of the internet to clean up their
mistakes."
Margot, narrator of Carrie McCrossen and Ian McWethy's Margot
Mertz Takes It Down, has had her heart set on Stanford since she was
eight. Her parents had promised to pay for it. Only when the
investment they had planned to use for tuition tanked they let her
know she was on her own as far as higher education.
Many high school students would have gone a more traditional
route. Working at a restaurant or other local business after
school. Creating a portfolio of extracurricular activities and
volunteering. Only Margot, with the help of computer nerd Sammi,
created a business: Mertz Cleans Your Filth, LLC.
Up til now Margot's clients have been people needing to get
embarassing and/or possibly incriminating evidence erased from the
virtual world. But one day her work gets personal. Shannon, a new
client, has had pictures she sexted to a date posted to a revenge porn
site: Roosevelt (the name of their high school) Bitches. She had
learned about this when someone sent her the link. Twenty girls are
being exploited.
This has Margot furious.
"...Seeing all these smart, capable, amazing women who had been
turned into unwitting sex objects. Girls in my homeroom. Girls who
did the morning announcements. Girls I did Girl Scouts with (a
lifetime ago). Not girls, young women. Human beings..."
Only this case is going to be more challenging and involve more
subterfuge than any Margot has ever before taken on. And she's going
to discover some inconvenient truths along the way.
Damaging misuse of shall we say intimate pictures has been a
major problem for teens since sexting became a thing. And adults
shouldn't be all, OMG! horrified. Certain areas of the brain,
including those involved in mature judgement and emotion regulation,
don't come fully online until about 25. Rather that being
judgemental, we should work on education and prevention strategies.
Getting this excellent book into the hands of more YA readers is a
very good step to take.
Coauthors McCrossen and McWethy are married IRL. They say that
thanks to a good couples therapist the venture didn't destroy their
marriage. That's a damn good thing, not only for them, but for all
the readers who are eager to see what they come up with next.
On a purrrsonal note, after days of perfect weather the rain has come
on Maine Day. It's a school tradition that has been celebrated since
1935--a morning of service projects capped off with a barbeque and
outdoor activities. So rain is a complication. Luckily there is a
plan B for moving everything possible indoors. I'm not sure about
oozeball. It's volleyball played over a mud pit. Contestants end up
looking like extras from a grade B 1950s slime creature movie. (Jules)
Rain, rain, go away! Let the birdies come and play. (Tobago)
A great big shout out goes out to all Maine Day participants.
Tobago and Jules Hathaway



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Sunday, April 24, 2022

And here's the pie I baked.  Every bit as delicious as it looks.



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Gotta love those tiny new leaves.  It's a real sign of spring.



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Practice Girl

Practice Girl

YA fiction
"'Okay...well, a practice girl is someone you practice, you
know, hooking up with.' Ty seems to check Amber for disgust level.
She's listening carefully so he goes on. So you don't get emotionally
attached and you aren't going to ever get in a relationship with
them...'"
When I was in high school fathers told their sons to sow their
wild oats with "loose" girls but only marry a girl who would have said
no to their sex requests. My classmates drew distinctions between the
girls who would be good for a blow job and those they would date in
public and bring home for dinner with the parents. Sadly it seems
like not enough has changed in the intervening decades.
Jo, protagonist of Estelle Laure's Practice Girl, wants
closeness and traditional dating--taking walks, watching movies,
meeting parents--in a relationship. She doesn't know how to achieve
this. The script of her life with guys has been all about sex
followed by abandonment. Now she is learning that the boys she's been
into have only been using her. (See first paragraph). You want to
talk about a devastating revelation!
Jo's beloved father was a wrestling coach. She'd competed when
she was younger. Now she manages the high school team her tormenters
are on. At first she is tempted to quit, to let someone else bring
the boys their water and towels.
Only she's her father's daughter. What if she rejoins the team
as a competitor? It's going to take a gruelling diet and training
regimen. But maybe she'll be able to show the boys who shamed her
that she's a lot more than a practice girl.
Her journey toward self actualization holds many revelations.
The girls, including a former best friend, she's been avoiding may
have the potential to be friends and even allies. Gotta love this
paragraph:
"'No, really,' Jen says. 'It pisses me off. Do we have
practice boys? No, because it's shitty as hell. It's misogyny on so
many levels and I'm so sick of dealing with it..."
Her long time best friend and teammate may not have her best interests
at heart. A wrestler on another team may be the boyfriend she's been
yearning for.
Practice Girl is a totally engaging and touching, but not at all
syruppy, identity quest narrative. It also sheds needed light on a
still too prevalent patriarchy practice.
On a purrrsonal note, Eugene was taking care of his mother this
weekend. So it was Tobago and me. Saturday I took the bus to
Bangor. There was nothing I wanted at Goodwill. But I did some
baking shopping at Hannaford. They actually also still had Peeps!!!
Yesss!!! I bought some for me.
Today Tobago and I went to zoom church. After I was outside almost
all day because we were in a heat wave. We're talking high fifties.
I didn't make any meals. But I did a little baking so Eugene could
come home to scrumptious apple pie a la mode. (Jules)
Just me and Jules. Quality time. (Tobago)
A great big shout out goes out for all who fight misogyny so that in
the future terms like practice girl won't be in anyone's vocabulary.
Tobago and Jules Hathaway


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Saturday, April 23, 2022





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Some flowers outside of Wells.



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"Prisons Make Us Safer"

"Prisons Make Us Safer"

Adult nonfiction
"The United States incarcerates significantly more of its
residents than any other nation. Though it has only 5 percent of the
world's population, with 2.2 million people in jails and prisons, it
has nearly 25 percent of the world's prisoners..."
If locking people up kept everyone else safer we'd be the safest
country in the world. You know that isn't so. So why do we keep on
perpetuating this sorry state of affairs?
A lot of people are finally asking that question. Some, after
calculating the costs to individuals, families, communities, and
society as a whole, are advocating abolishing prisons and jails. When
they try to explain this concept they're hit with all kinds of
objections, even from people who accept part of the message:
*But we need prisons to keep us safe.
*But in prison people get rehabilitation, drug treatment, and mental
health care.
*Race got nothing to do with it.
*Maybe the system is a little bit messed up. But we just need to
tweak it.
In "Prisons Make Us Safer": And 20 Other Myths About Mass
Incarceration Victoria Law shreds each and every objection. She
combines thorough research with an engaging voice to create a highly
accessible narrative that combines scholarship and personal stories.
If you're truly concerned about mass incarceration and its
consequences consider this fine book to be a must read.
On a purrrsonal note, the rest of my work week went just fine. We had
not one, but two accepted student days. So at Wells on Thursday and
Friday as I did tables I got to play hostess--making sure all our
guests had a fine dining experience and talking up UMaine and Wells.
The guests are so appreciative of this attention! And it's so
exciting when students enthusiastically announce they've chosen UMaine.
We're only one week of classes and finals week away from the end of
the semester. It seems to have flown past. And I got the good news
I've been waiting to hear for months. Clean Sweep is on for the first
time since 2019. It's the yard sale made up of all the items students
leave behind in the dorms to raise funds for Black Bear Exchange. We
get so much stuff we fill the ice hockey arena with merch. (Jules)
I hope she gets some time off before she starts her internship. (Tobago)
A great big shout out goes out to our accepted students and their very
proud parents with wishes for good luck in navigating this major
transition.
Tobago and Jules Hathaway






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Thursday, April 21, 2022

Me with my best find: leggings that turn one of my favorite outfits into an outfit.  I also snagged a perfect fit pair of sparkly jeans.  If you want to do something fun and earth friendly a clothing swap can be lots of fun.  All you need is a crew of volunteers, indoor or outdoor space, tables and other stuff for displaying the goods, and an organization that agrees to take leftover stuff.  Bags for people to take stuff home in are a good idea.  This is a low risk way for a group to get better known or just a fun activity.



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She's lovin' it.



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People treasure hunting.



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More of it.



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Today's pictures are from the clothing swap.  Some of the free stuff.



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The Road to After

The Road to After

Juvenile fiction
"Suddenly, my grandmother comes upstairs,
rushing past the men to give Mama a hug.
But Memere isn't supposed to be here.
Daddy said she's not allowed.
If Daddy comes back now--
The thought fills me with fear."
There's only one thing better than a juvenile novel in verse
tackling a difficult issue through a well written, truly engaging
narrative. It's two. Recall last week we looked at Ellen Hopkins'
poignant and powerful What About Will? Today we're going to look at
another source of trauma, domestic violence, through the lens of
Rebekah Lowell's The Road to After.
For all her life Lacey, Lowell's protagonist, and her four-year-
old (and still nonverbal) little sister, Jenna, and their mother have
been living a very restricted life. Most of the time they had to stay
inside their house with windows covered to keep out the light. They
were not allowed outside unless accompanied by her father. In public
he knew enough to be charming. But back at home he was despotic,
negligent, manipulative, and abusive.
One day Lacey's world is turned abruptly upside down. Her
father is at work. Her mother tells her that her grandparents have
arrived to help them move. Men with badges are stampeding through the
house and confiscating her father's guns. Lacey is unable to take
beloved family dog, Mac, whom she is sure her dad will treat cruelly.
"Now my daddy's in jail.
I just want to know
why we couldn't have
just talked to him
to get him to change."
After staying awhile with her grandparents Lacey, Jenna, and
their mom move into a place of their own, an apartment in a place for
other moms and kids fleeing abuse. The girls have therapy. Many new
experiences, like a first library visit, are thrilling and exciting.
But sometimes new experiences are too loud, confusing, or
frightening. Despite her new safety and freedom sometimes Lacey
wishes that her family had stayed the same.
"Daddy went to jail because Mama told the police.
If she never told on him,
we would all still be together,
with Mac.
Sometimes this makes me really angry."
Delicate pencil drawings really help to bring Lacey and her
family's journey toward healing to life.
The narrative is so vivid and authentic I wasn't the least bit
surprised to learn in the author's note that, although the story isn't
an autobiography, it was inspired by Lowell's experiences surviving
domestic abuse.
"I wrote this book to send a message of hope. Sometimes we have
to go through some tough stuff to make it to the other side. That's
what happened to me--and to the family in my book..."
Domestic abuse is more pervasive that we'd like to think. It
takes many forms, not all of them visible. Abusers can be masters of
deception. So I believe this fine book belongs in all school and
public libraries.
On a purrrsonal note, my Wednesday was just too perfect. I had the
day off from work to help the Green Team with a clothing swap. We had
lots of people happily find treasures. I spent much of the time going
around the union and outside and telling everyone I saw about the
swap. My theory is: go where the people are; don't assume they'll
find you. I also spent time talking to Green Team people about some
pretty deep topics. At the end they were telling me that I'm awesome
and that I need to join their group fall semester. (Jules)
And she got home early which made my day. (Tobago)
A great big shout out goes out to the Green Team for the many
worthwhile projects they do on campus.
Tobago and Jules Hathaway





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Tuesday, April 19, 2022

And this is me enjoying staying home and out of the rain in my sock monkey Christmas pajamas.



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I know this is weird for a rainy day.  But this picture and the rest are flowers I saw recently beside the union.



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She Sang Promise

She Sang Promise

Juvenile Herstory
"Think of the gigantic 'glades near the end of land.
A mama alligator floats babies on her back.
An itchy black bear takes a palm tree scratch, leaving soft fur tufts
that swamp mice fetch..."
In a poetic cadance reminiscent of the oral tradition, in She
Sang Promise, Jan Godown Annino brings younger readers the incredible
story of Betty Mae Jumper.
Jumper almost didn't live past five. Because her father was not
a tribe member the elders believed that he had bad spirits. A
delegation was sent to destroy her bad spirits by throwing her into
the swamp. Her great uncle was able to scare them off. But her
family had to move to a reservation to ensure her safety.
Growing up Jumper learned the traditional ways of her people.
When she was thirteen she began to learn about books and began to beg
to be able to go to school. She was able to achieve her basic
education in two years and go on to study nursing. She would have
been able to get a job anywhere in the Indian nation. But remembering
children, including her baby sister, dying of curable illnesses, she
returned home...
...where she would eventually be elected one of the first female
tribal leaders.
Readers will be inspired by this highly engaging narrative which
is beautifully illustrated with Lisa Desimini's paintings.
On a purrrsonal note, today was the one rainy day of the work week.
Since I had no work and my meeting on a group project was via zoom, I
stayed home with Tobago and didn't change out of my sock monkey
Christmas pajamas. The meeting went really well. We decided to use
my idea for the event we have to plan. Sierra and Chyenne had some
great tweaks. This is going to be so much fun!!! (Jules)
I had my Jules all day. (Tobago)
A great big shout out goes out to Sierra and Cheyenne. I am so glad
we're in the same group!
Tobago and Jules Hathaway





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Tobago is quite happy with her Easter Bunny goodies.



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Thanks to Eugene and friends I have enough Peeps to satisfy my cravings.



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Sunday, April 17, 2022

A Wells treat--blueberry pie a la mode.



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Tobago tucked into her cat bed maybe dreaming of the Easter Bunny.



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And this is another.



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This is a picture I took on our drive.



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The Shame Machine

The Shame Machine

Adult nonfiction
In high school you may have read Nathaniel Hawthorne's The
Scarlet Letter. Set in the Puritan days, it's a cautionary tale that
focuses on their taboo against sex outside of wedlock. Hester Prynne
must wear a scarlet A for adultery wherever she goes. (Of course the
dude, a minister no less, suffers no punishment).
These days we don't need scarlet letters. We have the
Internet. A person's misstep can go viral and be virtually shamed
around the world. As Cathy O'Neil tells us in The Shame Machine,
there's a whole lot of shaming going on. And a lot of corporations
and other entities are profitting greatly from it.
Much of the shaming is what O'Neil calls punching down. It's
aimed at the most vulnerable in our society and based on a very faulty
premise: the world is fair. We determine out own destinies.
Therefore, if we end up overweight, addicted to drugs, or poor it's
because of our own choices.
"...A common tactic, when a student's lunch account is running a
deficit, is to shame the child. In one Pennsylvania school, a seventh-
grade girl, whom we will call Chelsea to protect her from further
scrutiny, was in line in the cafeteria, getting her slice of pizza,
apple, cucumber, and glass of chocolate milk. But the cafeteria
employee saw that the girl had an unpaid bill and threw the food in
the trash."
Blaming the poor choices of the poor or the parents of the poor
for their plight absolves the larger society of responsibility. Why
squander tax money on "undeserving" people like Reagan's welfare
queens when you can be cutting benefits and/or adding work
requirements to programs like SNAP? Shaming allows us to look the
other way instead of investing cash and time into finding real
solutions.
O'Neil has faced a very common kind of shaming. The day she
learned that she was a big step closer to getting her PhD in math--
from Harvard no less--she decided to celebrate by baking cookies. She
went to a local store to buy ingredients.
"I knew the clerk there. He'd always been friendly. But when I
placed the flour, sugar, and chocolate chips on the counter, he shook
his head and said, 'Why are you buying that? Don't you know you're
fat?'"
Fat shaming is so universal in this country that if you don't
experience it you know at least one person who does. A lot of
people benefit financially from that. Even though diets usually don't
work, the weight loss industry in America pulls in $72 billion a year.
However, O'Neal feels that punching up shaming--where the less
powerful punch up at the oppressors--is a good thing and sometimes the
only way to hold them accountable.
If you want a thorough and thought provoking analysis of
weaponized shame in the United States today The Shame Machine is a
very good read.
On a purrrsonal note, I had a good Easter. Eugene and I took a nice
long drive. We found some bodies of water that were still at least
partly frozen over and ran into a few flurries. We saw a loon. We
got breakfast and lunch. It was a fun drive.
Just two more weeks of classes and finals! Yikes! (Jules)
The Easter Bunny bought me cat treats while I slept. The Easter Bunny
is my friend. (Tobago)
A great big shout out goes out to Eugene.
Tobago and Jules Hathaway


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Saturday, April 16, 2022





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This picture and the next two are of a rich and slightly ominous painting on the third floor.  I think it looks like the opening shot for a Stephen King movie.


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Another view from the top.



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I recently was on the third floor of the UMaine Collins Center for the Arts for the first time ever.  I've looked up at this chandelier forever.  Here's the view from the top.



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What About Will

What About Will

Juvenile fiction
"Will wasn't dead.
His arms still worked.
And so did his legs.
But his brain had volleyed
between the sides of his skull
so hard, it was swollen..."
Imagine you're 12-year-old Trace, protagonist of Ellen Hopkins'
What About Will. You and your older brother, Will, hadn't always
gotten along. But he's been a huge presence in your life and the one
who taught you important life skills like bike riding, rollerblading,
skateboarding, and snowboarding. And the two of you have spent a lot
of companionable time together.
It's the last football game of the season. Will is running with
the ball. Suddenly he's hit from both back and front and lies on the
ground unconscious. At the hospital he's put in a medical coma. When
he comes out of it there is both visible and invisible damage.
Barring a miracle he's never going to be the person he was.
Hopkins' verse style which includes the thoughts of the major
players in the form of a dialogue structure gives young and not so
young readers insight into the feelings of both brothers and their
significant others and the stress and damage both their relationship
and their family incur. Even today many people who don't have
personal experience with this kind of tragedy don't see the latter
dimensions.
Trace no longer knows how to relate to Will who has changed
greatly and is isolating himself, shutting the door to friends and
family. In a conversation with their mother, Will says:
"How could you--how could
anyone--love someone like me?
No! Go away. Leave me alone."
Both parents are sure it's only a matter of time before Will comes
back to himself. At first Trace believes that if he makes life easier
for him Will will once again hang out with him.
"he'll trust me enough
to tell me why he hardly
ever leaves his room
when he's home, and where
he goes when he ducks
out the door, the minute
Dad's back is turned"
Only after awhile Trace starts seeing red flags in Will's
behavior. He tries to clue his parents in. Only they're both missing
in action: their mom touring with her band and their dad living at
home but wrapped up in work. And neither is open to hearing anything
that could bust their bubbles of optimism...
...until it might be too late.
What about Will is an engaging, eye opening, compassion
inspiring narrative for the age group I consider the most neglected in
the picture book to YA range. Hopkins, who writes brilliantly for YA
and adult adult readers, has recently expanded her range to include
the pre teen set. In Closer To Nowhere (which we looked at in
February) and What About Will she shows that she has a finger on the
pulse of these younger readers.
On a personal note, I acquired my first ever Ellen Hopkins novel,
Perfect, at a church book sale back in 2015. It made what would have
been a miserable day much more tolerable. I had a middle ear
infection that impaired my balance to the extent that I looked like
I'd partied extensively with Jack Daniels. I was fine as long as I
stayed in bed. And getting caught up in Hopkins' narrative any style
made that day speed by until I could walk down the hall to the
bathroom. Of course I've tracked down and reviewed everything I can
find that she's written. I thought she could never catch me off guard
again...
...until she entered my turf and explored it with great consideration
and respect. I was about Trace's age when Harriet (who was younger)
suffered severe and irreversible brain damage from spinal meningitis.
Although they would live under the same roof for years, my parents'
marriage imploded when Dad suggested we make Harriet a ward of the
state. He didn't want to spend money on someone he considered a lost
cause. Mom was sure Harriet would be just fine when we found the
right doctor. I remember when she was trying to talk Harriet into
becoming a lawyer and I was thinking our cats had as much chance of
becoming lawyers.
Harriet and I weren't exactly compatible siblings before she got
sick. Very different personalities. Then after I was taught to treat
her as if she was made of glass. Kids argue. But the second I'd
raise my voice an adult would be all: how could you? She's suffering
terribly. I learned how to tiptoe around her. Half a century later
that's all I know how to do. I feel more like a social worker than a
sibling. UMaine hosts Special Olympics. I now see families where the
children with and without disabilities are coached to work
disagreements out. I see the kids relating as siblings. I tell the
parents they're on the right track. Probably as adults their kids
will have an authentic give and take relationship.
A great big shout out goes out to Ellen Hopkins whose authentic and
nuanced voice and verse virtuosity make every one of her books a must
read. May you have a long and prolific writing life and get all the
respect and adoration you deserve!
Jules (and Tobago cat) Hathaway





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And, last but not least, me with my new stuff a buddy 



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The pot I painted for my church friend Emily's Easter present 


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Friends having fun times.



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And yet another.



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Another proud pot painter 



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