Thursday, August 13, 2026

The Henna Wars (YA fiction)

     "I decide to come out because of the way Ammu and Abba look at Sunny Apu, with a mixture of pride and love and longing. It isn't directed at Sunny Apu at all, really; it's directed at the future. At our futures, mine and Priti's."
     Nishat, narrator of Adiba Jaigirdar's The Henna Wars, knows that her parents are not a traditional Bengali couple. They had a love, rather than an arranged, marriage. They moved from their native Bangladesh to Ireland to give their daughters a better life. They've moved beyond many of the beliefs they were brought up with, but cling to one: marriage requires a bride and a groom. In her case that is so not going to happen. So when she sees her parents going all misty eyed at a distant relative's wedding she decides to come out to them. 
     When she tells them they don't seem bothered. But a middle of the night conversation she eavesdrops on tells quite a different story. They think she's confused and will outgrow it. When she comes to her senses she'll marry a proper Desi male.
     At the wedding Nishat runs into a former classmate, Flavia, who she hasn't seen in years--a classmate who has become quite attractive. The crush she develops will prove problematic. Flavia is in her business class. The teacher announces a competition. Students singly or in a group will be creating their own businesses. The winner will get a thousand euros. Nishat decides to do henna tattoos. Flavia makes the same choice, even though in her case it's cultural appropriation. Nishat is determined to win.
     Except Flavia is getting a lot more customers. But even as the competition gets intense Nishat can't get over her feelings for her business rival.
     Meanwhile Nishat's mother has laid down an ultimatum: to avoid bringing shame on her family she must be responsible. In other words, heterosexual. She can be true to herself or loved by her parents. She can't have both. 
     Nishat has some difficult decisions to make and a lot at stake. Her coming of age narrative is authentic and engaging. 
On a purrrsonal note, Tuesday the temps were a little bit lower. After I took the pictures for the children's garden I had enough energy to work in the community garden. We've entered the really bountiful season despite raids by hungry deers and woodchucks. I was able to take home beets, beans, summer squash, cabbage, and lettuce. The first tomatoes have ripened. I had a few sungolds. Delish!!! Last night I had so much fun!!! I had an almost hour long phone talk with my good friend, Catherine, who graduated and moved back to New York in May. We had so much to talk about and the connection felt authentic. We also text. I believe we can stay friends. I've tried to keep up with other graduated friends by email and that so hasn't worked. I was outside near my lovely garden in a chair Catherine and I had found last summer ☀️ at Goodwill. There was a delightful breeze to dissipate the day's heat. Purrrfect. 
A great big shout out goes out to the children's garden and community garden crews and Catherine. 
Jules Hathaway 



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Wednesday, August 12, 2026

Despite the heat...

...gardeners were quite enthusiastically engaged. 



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Reading

A garden is an enchanting setting for a read aloud. 



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Tomatoes

The tomatoes are ripening in the Orono gardens. We've been able to harvest a few sun golds. YUM!!!
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Tuesday, August 11, 2026

The new porch Eugene made

Isn't it great? A lot of people couldn't build such an excellent porch. The towels are hung so he can keep his motorcycle looking good. He loves to ride it when weather allows. I don't blame him. If my eyesight was good enough for me to legally drive I would too.



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All The Fighting Parts

     Well, just as I promised, this is the second in our pair of reviews exploring books that deal with trusted authority figures behaving very inexcusably badly. Only this time we cross over from state (public schools) to church and our perp is a very charismatic preacher. 
"When I first pressed charges,
nobody prepared me for the pressure.
About the lens I would be under.

The weight that comes with having something to prove to people who are determined to make you small."
     Sixteen-year-old Amina, narrator of Hannah V. Sawyerr's All the Fighting Parts, lets readers know right off she's no angel. She's in the principal's office--for stuff like going off campus for lunch, being paid to write other people's essays, and giving a teacher a piece of her mind--as often as an honors student is in the library. One day her history teacher makes a call home to her father...
     ...who consults Pastor Johnson about what to do to get Amina to listen. They decide that she'll help out around the church. Then when a friend suggests that she work for Johnson for money she likes the idea.
"I could finally dress and look the way I want to, 
instead of looking and dressing only in ways I can afford."
     I think most of us as teens had things we could use a little extra money for. Well the work is easy and the pay generous. All seems to be fine until he brings her into the empty church supposedly to do some paperwork...
     ...and a girl who gets in trouble for her outspokennes is silenced, unable to defend herself. 
"I watch my abuser preach on pulpits 
& still have to maintain a decent GPA. 

Every day I shrink 
smaller than my silence."
     Then one night as Bible study is about to begin the attendees see their pastor arrested and taken away in a police car. Another victim has come forward. The congregants (including Amina's father) are sure it's a terrible mistake. Their man of God could never do something so heinous. 
     When Amina comes out about her experience and prepares to testify let's say the shit hits the fan.  
       All the Fighting Parts, narrated dynamically in free verse, is captivating and engaging. Sawyerr creates a highly credible protagonist that it's probably impossible not to care about in a narrative that exposes the evil that beloved and charismatic pastors can get away with. It can help teen victims see red flags and have the courage to come forward with the truth and adults go from skeptics to advocates and allies. 
On a purrrsonal note, Saturday after our Governers breakfast Eugene and I went to camp. It was drizzling and chilly. When we stopped at home to pick up our stuff I added a sweatshirt. Eugene said I wouldn't need it. I wisely ignored him. By the time we got to Machias to get subs for lunch and when we arrived at camp it was flat out pouring. Then when we'd finished lunch it cleared up. I was grateful I didn't have to walk in the rain. With less than 2 months to make it a year without missing a day of exercise I would have walked in a damn hurricane. I spent a lovely afternoon reading on the porch. After dinner we watched a movie. The next day we drove home and Eugene was working on building a new porch. In all the heat. It came out really nice. Seeing him doing carpentry brought back precious memories of my Uncle Ken who also was gifted with tools. Yesterday I spent a blissful day in the air conditioned Orono Public Library reading and writing. Pastor Malcolm came over all HOW DID YOU DO IT??? He was alluding to the $1,000 in sponsorship. I told him the truth. I talked to people and they talked to people and people kept giving me money.
A great big shout out goes out to Eugene the sweet little boy who caught my eye nearly four decades ago.
Jules Hathaway 


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Monday, August 10, 2026

Mini garden mum

Her buds are opening up so beautifully! I love the delicate blossoms 🌸. Note the sawdust from Eugene's carpentry project. 



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