As Long As I’m Living

Yesterday was Mother’s Day here in the United States. It marked my 15th Mother’s Day and I have to say, that is a weird thing to type. Well, the 15th part is weird. Fifteen times I’ve “celebrated” Mother’s Day as a mother? No way. And, yet, it is true.

I have a few crystalline Mother’s Day memories. The first was when Mister Soandso was my handsome boyfriend and showed me a book he was mailing home to his mom for Mother’s Day. It was Robert Munsch’s I’ll Love You Forever. If you are wondering how many pages I got through before I was crying, I think the number was something close to none. If you don’t know the story behind the book, please read here.

The beauty of that book, besides all the freaking beautiful parts of it, is that every person who has ever read the book makes up their own song to sing while reading it and that’s exactly how Mr. Munsch thinks it should be. That’s a universal story, right there folks. Continue reading

Bringing The Sexy Back, One Caftan At A Time

Now that's a PERFECT fit!

Now that’s a PERFECT fit!

Last Friday was the start of a hectic weekend for moi. My schedule included going to my friend Heidi Schulz’s book signing at Powells for her new middle grade book o’ excellence, Hook’s Revenge(And yes, that is a link to buy the book at Powell’s, because why not? What are you waiting for???) I also had my first ever bachelorette party to attend on Saturday and a family picnic, as well as work, on Sunday. So, of course, I got sick. But, I’m getting ahead of myself.

Mister Soandso, being the awesome husband that he is, suggested on Friday that I go shopping for a “new dress” for Saturday night’s festivities. Isn’t he precious? It isn’t that I don’t appreciate him and his suggestions to buy clothes. I do. I just know how these things go. Continue reading

Enough Good Surprises

Back when I was pregnant with Biggest, the topic de jour was the gender of my unborn baby. To the folks who would ask, I always said the same thing, “I decided to not find out the baby’s gender.” Most folks’ reaction was of raised eyebrows, which then led to my remark:

There just aren’t enough good surprises.

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The Power of the Library

I love books.  I love to read books, to smell books, to touch books and I love talking about books.  There has been no time in my life that I have not been surrounded by books.  Which means there has been no time in my life when the whole world has not been available to me.  Never have I been unable to travel to an African village, or an Amish community, or a planet past the stars.  So the most powerful place in the world, in my opinion, is a library with its stacks and stacks of portals into other worlds.

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Why “Grown-ups” Should Read “Kid” Books

I can’t think of a time in my life that reading hasn’t been a wonderful pleasure of mine.  One year, my sister-in-law gave me the perfect Christmas present:  a new novel and a plate of cookies.  I brewed up a pot of coffee and polished off the book and the cookies and was a happy, happy girl.  I have a short list of accomplishments – but being a good reader tops my list.  (And it is a good thing I am since as a double major in English Literature and History with my minor in Political Science, I did a fair bit of assigned reading.)

Now I know you might be pondering over the relevance of that first paragraph and the title, but I’ll get there, I promise.  Remember, I may be “The Random Ah” but my circle will eventually round.  (BTW, many thanks to Donna Davis for bestowing that moniker upon me.  Very astute that woman.)

In the 41 years I’ve been gracing this planet, books have always played a significant role in my life.  My parents are readers (not as much now as they have vision issues); my siblings are readers.  I entered Kindergarten reading and haven’t stopped.  I can’t pick a favorite book because I have read thousands and thousands of books and so just how does one pick a favorite?  I can’t even pick a favorite genre since they all pique my interest in some way.

But since taking Adolescent Literature at the University of Minnesota with Dr. Lee Galda, I must say this:  if you’ve always considered yourself too “old” to read books for kids, think again.  All grown-ups should be reading “kid lit” and here is why.

Books for younger readers are good and are good for you.

They engage your mind, they challenge your ideals, they make you feel, they make you see the world.

And every grown-up I know could use a little bit of that in his/her day.

Currently, I am ravishing the Rick Riordan’s Percy Jackson and the Olympians series.  I started book one on Tuesday and now am chomping at my proverbial bit to finish the last book (that’s book five if you don’t know).  Yes, I’m hooked. I like me some mythology and great characters and action.

And if you’re like me and can polish off a book like a starving man let loose at a buffet bar, well then belly-up to the library’s bar o’ books and find yourself some Percy Jackson, or Harry Potter, or Alexa Daily, or Lyra Belacqua, or anybody breathed life by Katherine Patterson or, well, pretty much anybody.  Take home as many books as you can carry in your big ole grown-up arms and find a way back to your SELF who was perhaps more naive, but way less fettered by this thing we call grown-up-ness.