Dreamland Burning
YA/adult fiction
"Greenwood [a black neighborhood] burned because white folks--
not all of them, mind you, but plenty--wanted to clear the 'bad
niggers' out of Tulsa. To them, that meant any black man, woman, or
child with the audacity to believe they deserved as much dignity and
respect as a white person. Only those white folks failed, because in
the end, the survivors went right back and rebuilt what had been
theirs from the start."
I went nursery school through college without ever hearing of
the 1921Tulsa, Oklahoma race riots. They were pretty major. I mean
when the smoke had cleared over 1,200 black owned businesses and
family homes and other buildings including a school and a hospital had
been burned to the ground and around 300 people had been killed, some
in truly horrific ways. Then again, there were a lot of events my
very whitewashed history textbooks felt free to omit. Fortunately the
new crop of juvenile and YA books is helping me fill in these gaps in
my knowledge. Jennifer Latham's Dreamland Burning is a perfect example.
Rowan, at 17, is about to start a summer internship her mother
has helped her get to improve her chances of getting into a good
college. Her one day off turns out to be quite eventful. Her mother
has decided to get the family's back house (a more modest structure
behind a fine home in which the help resided in the old days) brought
up to code. The workmen are tearing up the floor when they make a
gruesome discovery: an obviously murdered skeleton. Rowan takes a
paper that had been on the deceased. She wants to solve the mystery
with the help of computers and her best friend, James.
In 1921 Will was a 17-year-old student at Tulsa High School.
His father was the propriotor of a Victrola (brand of record player)
store. His family was having a grand new home built for them. Race
came into his thoughts through several threads. The jealous defense
of a girl he had a crush on resulted in a black man being beaten to
death. The chum he hangs out with the most has been reportedly
developing KKK affinities. And a black (under the table--Will's dad
was not supposed to sell to blacks, but he liked the color of their
money) Victrola buyer and his sassy sister have somehow challenged his
ways of thinking and feeling.
Told in alternating chapters, their stories interweave in a
sophisticated, but colorfully down to earth way. Alert readers will
find themselves eagerly searching for clues as they relish the
protagonists' stories.
Dreamland Burning is a must read on several levels. It's a
finely drawn dramatic narrative. It teaches a lot about a part of
history many would rather leave buried. It's a cautionary tale.
Present day Rowan is challenged to testify against a racist murder her
local police would rather see as an unfortunate accident.
On a personal note, Happy Pi Day! Feel free to celebrate by
commemding a woman in a STEM field and enjoying a piece of pie.
Penobscot County is once again buried in white. They're expecting
this two day snow storm to drop close to two feet. Mother Nature must
be seeing the first day of spring coming up and chuckling, "That's
what you think!"
A great big shout out goes out to women in STEM fields and blizzard
battlers.
jules hathaway
Sent from my iPod
Wednesday, March 14, 2018
Monday, March 12, 2018
What Milly Did
What Milly Did
Juvenile herstory
Take a good look at the number on the bottom of a plastic
recyclable product, say a milk jug. You probably know it's a way of
sorting plastics for the purpose of turning them into new items. You
probably won't know how this process came into being...
...until you read Elise Moser's What Milly Did.
In 1978 Milly Zantow (who was born in 1923) had an epiphany.
She'd seen the elaborate ways Japanese people recycled. Returning
home, she learned that her local landfill was not only near capacity,
but leaking toxins into the water. She climbed to the top and spent a
day observing just what was being dumped in it. She found that a lot
of the rubbish was plastic, a substance that takes an incredibly long
time to break down.
Milly took it upon herself to take plastics from trash to
recycling. She learned all she could about them by reading, talking
to experts, and conducting research. Any time an obstacle arose she
tackled it head on rather than giving up.
What Milly Did is an inspiring reminder that one person can
really make a big difference.
I'm deeply troubled by the fact that many people and families
have to have beloved companion animals prematurely euthanased because
they can't afford vetinary surgery. I am at the very beginning of
starting an organization to raise money to help with this. The vets
and future vets in this area say it's a major need. I plan to be like
Milly and let nothing stand in my way.
What's bugging you? What can you do about it?
On a purrsonal note, yesterday was one of my favorite days of the
year. We set the clock forward. It felt amazing to eat supper and do
dishes in daylight. Longer days really energize me.
A great big shout out goes out to all who work to engage more girls
and women in STEM careers: both individuals like my daughter, Amber,
and organizations like UMaine's Rising Tide Center.
jules hathaway
Sent from my iPod
Juvenile herstory
Take a good look at the number on the bottom of a plastic
recyclable product, say a milk jug. You probably know it's a way of
sorting plastics for the purpose of turning them into new items. You
probably won't know how this process came into being...
...until you read Elise Moser's What Milly Did.
In 1978 Milly Zantow (who was born in 1923) had an epiphany.
She'd seen the elaborate ways Japanese people recycled. Returning
home, she learned that her local landfill was not only near capacity,
but leaking toxins into the water. She climbed to the top and spent a
day observing just what was being dumped in it. She found that a lot
of the rubbish was plastic, a substance that takes an incredibly long
time to break down.
Milly took it upon herself to take plastics from trash to
recycling. She learned all she could about them by reading, talking
to experts, and conducting research. Any time an obstacle arose she
tackled it head on rather than giving up.
What Milly Did is an inspiring reminder that one person can
really make a big difference.
I'm deeply troubled by the fact that many people and families
have to have beloved companion animals prematurely euthanased because
they can't afford vetinary surgery. I am at the very beginning of
starting an organization to raise money to help with this. The vets
and future vets in this area say it's a major need. I plan to be like
Milly and let nothing stand in my way.
What's bugging you? What can you do about it?
On a purrsonal note, yesterday was one of my favorite days of the
year. We set the clock forward. It felt amazing to eat supper and do
dishes in daylight. Longer days really energize me.
A great big shout out goes out to all who work to engage more girls
and women in STEM careers: both individuals like my daughter, Amber,
and organizations like UMaine's Rising Tide Center.
jules hathaway
Sent from my iPod
Saturday, March 10, 2018
Midnight At The Electric
Midnight At The Electric
YA fiction
Adri lives in Kansas in 2065. Climate change has rendered many
cities uninhabitable and still poses a great threat to humankind.
Planet B has become a necessity. Adri is one of the creme de la creme
chosen to leave Earth forever to become a colonist on Mars. During
the ardurous final training she is living with her just discovered
only living family member and a very old tortoise named Galepagos.
Catherine has the misfortune of living in Kansas during the
1930s. Her family's formerly prosperous farm has been swallowed up by
the dust that relentlessy assaults them. The person she loves the
most in the world, her little sister, Beezie, is stricken with dust
pneumonia which could very well take her life. She'll do whatever it
takes to save Beezie's life, even if it means leaving the only home
she's ever known.
In post World War I England, Lenore has lost the soldier brother
who was closest to her. We learn of her through her letters to her
former best friend who had moved to America quite awhile ago. She
aspires to join her. But fears and insecurities keep her bogged down
and confused. And there's a stranger who covertly enters her life and
leaves her even more uncertain.
At first glance, it would seem like the three girls, separated
by decades, would have anything in common. Their lives, however, are
inextricably interconnected. That makes reading Jodi Lynn Anderson's
Midnight At The Electric like solving a mystery or putting together a
captivating jigsaw puzzle. If you're the kind of active reader who
likes digging for clues, you will find it to be a must read.
On a personal note, snow is still happening in Penobscot County,
Maine. We got more last night. And as I write this flakes are
drifting past the window. UMaine is on our long awaited spring
break. While some folks are off to exotic locations, I suspect a lot
of us are using the week as catch up time.
A great big shout out goes out to the snow removal professionals and
my fellow students.
jules hathaway
Sent from my iPod
YA fiction
Adri lives in Kansas in 2065. Climate change has rendered many
cities uninhabitable and still poses a great threat to humankind.
Planet B has become a necessity. Adri is one of the creme de la creme
chosen to leave Earth forever to become a colonist on Mars. During
the ardurous final training she is living with her just discovered
only living family member and a very old tortoise named Galepagos.
Catherine has the misfortune of living in Kansas during the
1930s. Her family's formerly prosperous farm has been swallowed up by
the dust that relentlessy assaults them. The person she loves the
most in the world, her little sister, Beezie, is stricken with dust
pneumonia which could very well take her life. She'll do whatever it
takes to save Beezie's life, even if it means leaving the only home
she's ever known.
In post World War I England, Lenore has lost the soldier brother
who was closest to her. We learn of her through her letters to her
former best friend who had moved to America quite awhile ago. She
aspires to join her. But fears and insecurities keep her bogged down
and confused. And there's a stranger who covertly enters her life and
leaves her even more uncertain.
At first glance, it would seem like the three girls, separated
by decades, would have anything in common. Their lives, however, are
inextricably interconnected. That makes reading Jodi Lynn Anderson's
Midnight At The Electric like solving a mystery or putting together a
captivating jigsaw puzzle. If you're the kind of active reader who
likes digging for clues, you will find it to be a must read.
On a personal note, snow is still happening in Penobscot County,
Maine. We got more last night. And as I write this flakes are
drifting past the window. UMaine is on our long awaited spring
break. While some folks are off to exotic locations, I suspect a lot
of us are using the week as catch up time.
A great big shout out goes out to the snow removal professionals and
my fellow students.
jules hathaway
Sent from my iPod
Thursday, March 8, 2018
The Many Reflections of Miss Jane Deming
The Many Reflections of Miss Jane Deming
"She's pinned all her hopes on it. Mrs. D. hated working in the
Lowell mills. She hated leaving her kitchen and hearth and standing
for fourteen hours a day before a loom, sneezing from all the dust and
lint and not being able to sleep at night because of the ringing in
her ears. She wants to be a wife again, to have someone else go out
to work while she keeps house. If she has to go all the way to
Washington Territory to do it, by golly, that's what she'll do."
Jane, narrator of J. Anderson Coats' The Many Reflections of
Miss Jane Deming, is alluding to her step mother, a Civil War widow.
In mid nineteenth century America widows and even orphans were
supposed to get jobs, often low paying exploitative ones. Eventually
Welfare was initiated as a way of rescuing "respectable" war widows
from destitution. But it didn't come in time to save Mrs. D. from the
mills. Jane hasn't had it easy either. Without any training she had
to become responsible for a household and a baby brother at an early
age while losing the friendships of her former schoolgirl peers as
well as a beloved family member.
The voyage Jane and her kin embark on is far more arduous and
dangerous than most of us would imagine. They're going the long way
by boat from the East Coast. Hint: Rio is on the itinerary. The
shenanigans of the voyage organizer perpetually threaten to strand the
passengers far short of their destination. And what if Seattle holds
far humbler bachelors than the natty banker or businessman Mrs. D.
expects to be swept off her feet by?
The Many Reflections of Miss Jane Deming combines an adventurous
coming of age narrative with interesting historical information.
On a personal note, somewhere in his burrow that old woodchuck
Puxatawny Phil must be chuckling. As far back as Sunday people were
comparing notes on a predicted big storm. By Tuesday people were snow
day dreaming and speculating. The snow had started gently last night
when I went to bed. As I write this I'm in the middle of a NorEaster.
A great big shout out goes out to my husband and the others who are
out plowing and sanding and administrators of schools including UMaine
who declared snow days, keeping students, faculty, and staff safe and
helping to keep the roads clear for the professional snow battlers.
jules hathaway
Sent from my iPod
"She's pinned all her hopes on it. Mrs. D. hated working in the
Lowell mills. She hated leaving her kitchen and hearth and standing
for fourteen hours a day before a loom, sneezing from all the dust and
lint and not being able to sleep at night because of the ringing in
her ears. She wants to be a wife again, to have someone else go out
to work while she keeps house. If she has to go all the way to
Washington Territory to do it, by golly, that's what she'll do."
Jane, narrator of J. Anderson Coats' The Many Reflections of
Miss Jane Deming, is alluding to her step mother, a Civil War widow.
In mid nineteenth century America widows and even orphans were
supposed to get jobs, often low paying exploitative ones. Eventually
Welfare was initiated as a way of rescuing "respectable" war widows
from destitution. But it didn't come in time to save Mrs. D. from the
mills. Jane hasn't had it easy either. Without any training she had
to become responsible for a household and a baby brother at an early
age while losing the friendships of her former schoolgirl peers as
well as a beloved family member.
The voyage Jane and her kin embark on is far more arduous and
dangerous than most of us would imagine. They're going the long way
by boat from the East Coast. Hint: Rio is on the itinerary. The
shenanigans of the voyage organizer perpetually threaten to strand the
passengers far short of their destination. And what if Seattle holds
far humbler bachelors than the natty banker or businessman Mrs. D.
expects to be swept off her feet by?
The Many Reflections of Miss Jane Deming combines an adventurous
coming of age narrative with interesting historical information.
On a personal note, somewhere in his burrow that old woodchuck
Puxatawny Phil must be chuckling. As far back as Sunday people were
comparing notes on a predicted big storm. By Tuesday people were snow
day dreaming and speculating. The snow had started gently last night
when I went to bed. As I write this I'm in the middle of a NorEaster.
A great big shout out goes out to my husband and the others who are
out plowing and sanding and administrators of schools including UMaine
who declared snow days, keeping students, faculty, and staff safe and
helping to keep the roads clear for the professional snow battlers.
jules hathaway
Sent from my iPod
Tuesday, March 6, 2018
Flowers for Sarajevo
Flowers for Sarajevo
Picture book
"He [a musician] sits and places his bow to the string.
The people who have gathered look on in silence. He plays the
most beautiful and heartbreaking music anyone could ever imagine. All
of us--Serb and Croat, Muslim and Christian--stand side by side,
listening to a language we all understand."
In 1992 twenty-two innocent people waiting to buy bread were
killed when a Sarajevo bakery was bombed. The next morning a cellist,
Vedron Smailovic, played a tune at the site of the tragedy. It was
the first of twenty-two days that he played that same tune--acting in
defiance and hope as well as eulogizing the victims.
John McCutcheon was inspired to write a song as a tribute to the
musician. He took a different angle to create this book. He wanted
to show the effect of the music on an ordinary hearer, a boy who must
go from being his father's helper at the family's flower market stall
to proprietor when his dad must go off to fight, in order to show that
each of us has an inner goodness and beauty, capable of fighting evil.
He achieves this goal magnificently. Read the book and see for
yourself.
On a personal note, yesterday at UMaine the counselling center/mind
spa crowd put on their annual carnival. As always it was a big hit
with students seeking stress relief. My favorite part was the therapy
dogs--so soft and fluffy and sweet natured. And the lemonade was just
the right balance of sweet and sour.
A friend who was at last week's cross stitch event where I taught has
finished her piece. It says Femme Ain't Frail. It looks lovely. I'm
glad she's enjoying one of my favorite hobbies.
A great big shout out goes out to the fine folks who work at
Counseling Center and Mind Spa and my new cross stitchers.
jules hathaway
Sent from my iPod
Picture book
"He [a musician] sits and places his bow to the string.
The people who have gathered look on in silence. He plays the
most beautiful and heartbreaking music anyone could ever imagine. All
of us--Serb and Croat, Muslim and Christian--stand side by side,
listening to a language we all understand."
In 1992 twenty-two innocent people waiting to buy bread were
killed when a Sarajevo bakery was bombed. The next morning a cellist,
Vedron Smailovic, played a tune at the site of the tragedy. It was
the first of twenty-two days that he played that same tune--acting in
defiance and hope as well as eulogizing the victims.
John McCutcheon was inspired to write a song as a tribute to the
musician. He took a different angle to create this book. He wanted
to show the effect of the music on an ordinary hearer, a boy who must
go from being his father's helper at the family's flower market stall
to proprietor when his dad must go off to fight, in order to show that
each of us has an inner goodness and beauty, capable of fighting evil.
He achieves this goal magnificently. Read the book and see for
yourself.
On a personal note, yesterday at UMaine the counselling center/mind
spa crowd put on their annual carnival. As always it was a big hit
with students seeking stress relief. My favorite part was the therapy
dogs--so soft and fluffy and sweet natured. And the lemonade was just
the right balance of sweet and sour.
A friend who was at last week's cross stitch event where I taught has
finished her piece. It says Femme Ain't Frail. It looks lovely. I'm
glad she's enjoying one of my favorite hobbies.
A great big shout out goes out to the fine folks who work at
Counseling Center and Mind Spa and my new cross stitchers.
jules hathaway
Sent from my iPod
Sunday, March 4, 2018
Denied Detained Deported
Denied Detained Deported
YA nonfiction
"'I lift my lamp beside the golden door,' proclaimed the Statue
of Liberty in 1883 with the help of poet Emma Lazarus. At that time
ocean liners filled with 'tempest-tost' immigrants steamed eagerly
toward the copper-clad symbol of fresh beginnings. Millions of
newcomers fanned out across America and put down roots in the land of
opportunity. The Statue's torch of 'world-wide welcome' burned bright.
Through the years, though, varying circumstances have dimmed the
glow of that welcome from time to time. Those grimmer stories tend to
be crowded out of history books by more plentiful tales with happier
endings..."
Ann Bausum decided to remedy that deficit. Her Denied Detained
Deported: Stories From The Dark Side Of American Immigration really
delivers. It shows us that today's atrocious treatment of refugees is
not a sudden snap with the past, but the logical continuation of a
history that stretches back quite far and deep.
Readers will learn about some of the less savory facets of this
history including:
*how Chinese were systematically denied entrance and citizenship with
armed nativists eager to rid the nation of those who had already
arrived,
*how socialists and others with perspectives that challenged
capitalism were forcibly deported,
*how a ship of Jews fleeing for their lives was sent back to Hitler's
Germany,
and *how innocent Japanese-American immigrants were imprisoned in
concentration camps after Pearl Harbor.
There is a detailed six page timeline. This book provides a
good introduction for youngsters to the background of some of the most
contentious issues being debated today.
On a personal note, not knowing if I'll get a GAship is highly
stressful. It's a waiting game that could go on for months. I
wouldn't mind working a regular part time job and going part time.
It's the not knowing that gets to me. I think I'll stop by the career
center this coming week. Today is church and I'm signed up for
hospitality. I hope people like the lemon cookies I baked.
A great big shout out to refugees seeking safety for themselves and
their families and those who advocate for them.
jules hathaway
Sent from my iPod
YA nonfiction
"'I lift my lamp beside the golden door,' proclaimed the Statue
of Liberty in 1883 with the help of poet Emma Lazarus. At that time
ocean liners filled with 'tempest-tost' immigrants steamed eagerly
toward the copper-clad symbol of fresh beginnings. Millions of
newcomers fanned out across America and put down roots in the land of
opportunity. The Statue's torch of 'world-wide welcome' burned bright.
Through the years, though, varying circumstances have dimmed the
glow of that welcome from time to time. Those grimmer stories tend to
be crowded out of history books by more plentiful tales with happier
endings..."
Ann Bausum decided to remedy that deficit. Her Denied Detained
Deported: Stories From The Dark Side Of American Immigration really
delivers. It shows us that today's atrocious treatment of refugees is
not a sudden snap with the past, but the logical continuation of a
history that stretches back quite far and deep.
Readers will learn about some of the less savory facets of this
history including:
*how Chinese were systematically denied entrance and citizenship with
armed nativists eager to rid the nation of those who had already
arrived,
*how socialists and others with perspectives that challenged
capitalism were forcibly deported,
*how a ship of Jews fleeing for their lives was sent back to Hitler's
Germany,
and *how innocent Japanese-American immigrants were imprisoned in
concentration camps after Pearl Harbor.
There is a detailed six page timeline. This book provides a
good introduction for youngsters to the background of some of the most
contentious issues being debated today.
On a personal note, not knowing if I'll get a GAship is highly
stressful. It's a waiting game that could go on for months. I
wouldn't mind working a regular part time job and going part time.
It's the not knowing that gets to me. I think I'll stop by the career
center this coming week. Today is church and I'm signed up for
hospitality. I hope people like the lemon cookies I baked.
A great big shout out to refugees seeking safety for themselves and
their families and those who advocate for them.
jules hathaway
Sent from my iPod
Friday, March 2, 2018
Posted
Posted
Juvenile fiction
"I stand motionless and read a few of them, softly enough so
only I can hear. They are just words and they are not just words. I
think about everything that's happened. About Bench and Deedee and
Rose. About all the terrible things that were said. About the things
that should have been said and weren't.
There was a war. This was where it ended."
Frost, narrator of John David Anderson's Posted, has witnessed
an ultimate showdown in his first weeks of eighth grade. One of his
small circle of friends is not coming back to school. Another has
engaged in his school's most dangerous dare. He's trying to figure
out what really went down.
It started with a cell phone in school ban. A teacher caught a
girl texting something rather crude about a fellow faculty member.
The principal cracked down. But middle schoolers want to communicate
with peers. Sticky notes came to take the place of missing texts.
And some were rather mean, leading to the war atmosphere.
Frost's social life is also changing. For most of his middle
school life he's been part of an all guy foursome. They eat together
in the cafeteria, hang out when they can, and play dungeons and
dragons one night a week. When a new girl joins their lunch group it
starts to fall apart and regroup.
Posted gives a very perceptive portrayal of the viscisitudes of
the middle school experience. It's a good read for both students and
parents who too often see those earlier years though a nostalgia patina.
On a personal note, I'm trying not to stress about whether I'll get a
GA offer, which is easier said than done. (Think Cinderella after the
ball, only dealing in brains and aptitude rather than docility and
hotness.) I had three wonderful opportunities to relax recently.
There was a cross stitch event where I got to teach one of my favorite
hobbies to a group of students who caught on quickly, made it their
own, and really had fun. My older daughter, Amber, the craftinista,
was there. My heart sang. After I went over to Wilson Center where
we ate Russell's good lentil soup and learned about black women who
were religious trailblazers. Then yesterday my friend Kat wanted to
celebrate my getting into grad school. We had a Goodwill spree. I
got two dresses, a tie, and three tee shirts including a desperate
housecats one. Kat got good stuff including a purrrrfect for her
sweater. We saved beaucoup with my club goodwill card. (If you don't
have one, get one.) Then she treated me to lunch at Mickey D's. Fun
times!
A great shout out goes out to the friends with whom I had these good
times and the hard workers who keep Goidwill stores enticing places to
shop, especially with besties.
Another shout out goes out to my daughter Amber for her latest post on
her crafts blog. http://amberscraftaweek.blogspot.com
She adapted a project Active Minds did. We're a UMaine group that
works to remove the stigma surrounding psychological challenges. Last
semester we made a post it note quilt of good things that could happen
tomorrow as a reason to keep on living. Our 1,100 squares represented
the number of students in the United States who commit suicide each
year. Amber used 50 squares to arrange on her wall. Check out her
post. This can be a great way to cultivate mindfulness and
gratitude. It can also be useful for times of stress like...
...waiting to hear about a GAship. Guess I'd better get started.
And a great big shout out to my Active Minds chums. We are family.
jules hathaway
Sent from my iPod
Juvenile fiction
"I stand motionless and read a few of them, softly enough so
only I can hear. They are just words and they are not just words. I
think about everything that's happened. About Bench and Deedee and
Rose. About all the terrible things that were said. About the things
that should have been said and weren't.
There was a war. This was where it ended."
Frost, narrator of John David Anderson's Posted, has witnessed
an ultimate showdown in his first weeks of eighth grade. One of his
small circle of friends is not coming back to school. Another has
engaged in his school's most dangerous dare. He's trying to figure
out what really went down.
It started with a cell phone in school ban. A teacher caught a
girl texting something rather crude about a fellow faculty member.
The principal cracked down. But middle schoolers want to communicate
with peers. Sticky notes came to take the place of missing texts.
And some were rather mean, leading to the war atmosphere.
Frost's social life is also changing. For most of his middle
school life he's been part of an all guy foursome. They eat together
in the cafeteria, hang out when they can, and play dungeons and
dragons one night a week. When a new girl joins their lunch group it
starts to fall apart and regroup.
Posted gives a very perceptive portrayal of the viscisitudes of
the middle school experience. It's a good read for both students and
parents who too often see those earlier years though a nostalgia patina.
On a personal note, I'm trying not to stress about whether I'll get a
GA offer, which is easier said than done. (Think Cinderella after the
ball, only dealing in brains and aptitude rather than docility and
hotness.) I had three wonderful opportunities to relax recently.
There was a cross stitch event where I got to teach one of my favorite
hobbies to a group of students who caught on quickly, made it their
own, and really had fun. My older daughter, Amber, the craftinista,
was there. My heart sang. After I went over to Wilson Center where
we ate Russell's good lentil soup and learned about black women who
were religious trailblazers. Then yesterday my friend Kat wanted to
celebrate my getting into grad school. We had a Goodwill spree. I
got two dresses, a tie, and three tee shirts including a desperate
housecats one. Kat got good stuff including a purrrrfect for her
sweater. We saved beaucoup with my club goodwill card. (If you don't
have one, get one.) Then she treated me to lunch at Mickey D's. Fun
times!
A great shout out goes out to the friends with whom I had these good
times and the hard workers who keep Goidwill stores enticing places to
shop, especially with besties.
Another shout out goes out to my daughter Amber for her latest post on
her crafts blog. http://amberscraftaweek.blogspot.com
She adapted a project Active Minds did. We're a UMaine group that
works to remove the stigma surrounding psychological challenges. Last
semester we made a post it note quilt of good things that could happen
tomorrow as a reason to keep on living. Our 1,100 squares represented
the number of students in the United States who commit suicide each
year. Amber used 50 squares to arrange on her wall. Check out her
post. This can be a great way to cultivate mindfulness and
gratitude. It can also be useful for times of stress like...
...waiting to hear about a GAship. Guess I'd better get started.
And a great big shout out to my Active Minds chums. We are family.
jules hathaway
Sent from my iPod
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