Saturday, September 19, 2026

Valley of the Moms (adult dystopia)

    Mean girls meets the Trump administration playbook in Hannah Selinger's Valley of the Moms. The combination of petty vindictiveness and unstoppable abuse of power to perpetrate privilege makes for a delightfully suspenseful read.
     At first glance Hamilton, Massachusetts seems bourgeoisie utopian with its beautiful homes and Lululemon clad moms shepherding carefully cultivated children between elite activities while  dads commute to power jobs. But behind all this lie sinister machinations. 
     Newcomer Anna gets a decidedly uneasy vibe when she tries to sign up her second grade daughter for her school's Ziti with Your Sweetie dance. After a long time refreshing her computer she reads that it has been SOLD OUT. Checking out the PTO's Facebook page, she learns about a ticket pre release the day before to parents who had paid extra for premium PTO memberships. She knows what her husband would say. 
     "Anna could hear Denny in her ear. Don't respond. Don't get into it. Let those idiots have their premium PTO membership and just LEAVE IT ALONE."
     But Anna knows it's more than just a school dance. It seriously harms the kids whose parents can't afford premium memberships . "She thought back on the kids who had been left out of things when she was small herself, the ones she knew were from poorer families, who wore secondhand clothes, who lived in houses down along Washington Street. Their parents rented, didn't own, and you weren't supposed to talk about it, because you weren't supposed to talk about money. But those same kids had grown up with less opportunity, and it was always apparent, from the time they were seven to the time they turned seventeen."
     Thoughts of those kids spur Anna to action. She's going to infiltrate the PTO and turn it egalitarian. Unfortunately the members are dead set against that kind of change. Especially the leaders. Especially PTO president Mimi Mar and her two best minions. You can probably picture the teenage mean girls striding down the school halls intimidating all they encounter. Now picture them decades older just as mean but more powerful. Anna has stirred up a real hornets nest. 
     How far will they go to maintain the status quo?
     The story is told in two strands. One, narrated by Anna, tells about her David v. Goliath struggle for the kids. The other, narrated by Denny, tells of his attempts to find out who killed her and dumped her body in a river the next year as he tries to adjust to life as a single parent. 
     Truly Valley of the Moms is a cautionary tale for our times.
On a purrrsonal note, Tuesday I had Children's Garden and Community Garden. Wednesday I shopped at Orono Thrift Shop and participated in the vigil. Thursday was the first meeting of the clothes mending club my friend, Emma, is starting through Black Bear Exchange. We drew a small but very excited and engaged group. I'm sure it will grow. I was sewing decorative patches on a denim jacket. I'd pinned them on last spring and let the jacket languish in my cat shirts closet. It was wonderful to have a space and time to work on it and congenial company to keep me from getting bored. I can hardly wait for our next meeting. I have some actual mending. 
A great big shout out goes out to Emma for having the tenacity to carry her great idea into reality and all who are now sharing her vision. 
Jules Hathaway 



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Friday, September 18, 2026

Visiting Katie

Katie choosing antique postcards. She found some really good ones. 



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Visiting Katie

The antiques store we visited. I almost got lost in the place several times it was so much like a labyrinth. 



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Visiting Katie

The Portland diner where we all had breakfast. It was so cool!



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My completed Squishmallow blanket

It took 450 knots which was time well spent. Now I have a beautiful cozy blanket just the right size for night time reading. 



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My Orono Public Library summer reading challenge reading prize

Isn't it awesome? It's garden themed. 



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Thursday, September 17, 2026

Holly Horror (chiller)

     I remember Holly Hobbie merch being unfortunately ubiquitous when my kids were little. I never found it endearing--rather saccherine at best, slightly creepy at worst. So when I heard of a YA chiller that was Holly Hobbie inspired I sent right off for it by inter library loan. 
     When the book arrived at Orono Public Library and I was able to examine it I thought immediately of my author daughter Amber. Most definitely not the cover picture. Amber is much more beautiful. It was the mood created by that visual and the gist of the first page. It had all that would entice Amber to read or listen to a novel: a long abandoned house a family moves into, dark rumors still making the rounds among and believed by the townsfolk, mysterious, ominous signs, a malevolent unseen being. It belongs on her TBR list. 
     If you're a real chiller affecianado it belongs on yours too.
     Hobbie House in rural Massachusetts is where teenage Holly Hobbie vanished without a trace four decades ago. It's been vacant nearly that long. It's certainly not a place Evie Hobbie ever expected to call home. But after her parents divorced and her mother realized she couldn't earn enough to stay in New York with her children (Evie and her little brother, Ben) the family property became their only option. 
     Evie's reaction to the drama is to keep a low profile. All that mess happened decades ago. Surely people have moved on...
     ...except they haven't. In her new high school and the town itself the house being occupied is big news. (And it doesn't help that Evie attracts the attention of a very mean girl's ex boyfriend.)
"Playmate, come out and play with me 
And bring your dollies three. 
Climb up my apple tree. 
Look down my rain barrel.
Slide down my cellar door. 
And we'll be jolly friends evermore."
     And the house shows signs that the past might be leaking into the present. In the attic there's a doll that  sings a bizarre children's song. There are weird songs at night. Holly's diary appears in Evie's bedroom. Sludge comes out of a faucet. Evie begins having nightmares. And her psychic aunt won't set foot in the building. 
     Is it possible that Holly has never left the house? Or could a more malevolent entity have taken up residence?
     Fans of Goosebumps and Fear Street (like Amber and me) will find Holly Horror to be an eminently Stine worthy page turner. 
On a purrrsonal note, Monday I had quite the adventure. My tattoo artist had moved his place of business from Orono to Brewer. Earlier this summer I got Bailey to drive me there. But I knew I'd eventually have to take the Brewer North bus 🚌 for the first time. My spatial location ability has greatly improved since the stroke but is still far from state of the art. So it took a very motivating location to offset my fear of getting totally lost. (It didn't help that just before I boarded the bus I realized that I'd left my phone at home meaning I could get lost in an unfamiliar city with no way of calling for help.) Much to my surprise I used the map successfully to get off at the right place and catch the bus going back. Rob did an excellent job coloring in three of my older tattoos. I'm already getting lots of compliments. Those cats look gorgeous!!! (I promise pictures.)
My navigational success means I can keep getting my tattoos. I have an appointment the 21st to get a very special birthday tattoo. If turning 75 doesn't warrant a tattoo I can't imagine what would. It also inspires me to make more navigational progress. I can find out how to get to the Brewer Goodwill and Public Library. I can explore the Hampden line to check out their library. And I can venture beyond the greater Bangor area. Portland and Boston are just down interstate 95 on the Trailways Bus Line. Both have public transportation. And I have an invitation to visit Catherine in New York. This week, Brewer; someday, Ghana!!!
A great big shout out goes out to Rob Lucchesi, proprietor of Black Cats Tattoo. He's an artist par excellence and a really nice human being. I especially recommend him to people who are desirous of skin art but understandably nervous. Like me last year.
Jules Hathaway 


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