grateful for easy comfort food

i have been having a tough few days – it’s another paxil decrease week and everything is hurting – body and soul. completely selfishly speaking, i REALLY needed and wanted our conference days this week – but since we have an administration that cannot stick to their initial plans – no conference days. wah! wah! oh well…. someone call the wambulance i’m whining.  (again, i guess.)

anyway – tonight should have been katie’s night for cooking dinner, but she has such a huge pile of homework (as usual this junior year) so i came home to the task. i forced myself to take a walk – glad i did even though everything hurt with every step.  glad i did but i could have just as easily fallen into my cuddly chair with my blankets and my puppy.  i needed quick, easy, not too unhealthy, and comforting.

grilled cheese & tomato soup.

that’s it. ’nuff said. NOW it’s time to wrap up and cuddle in my chair.

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… Been cooking lately…. grateful for yummy, fresh food!

I haven’t been writing many thank you notes lately – but over the past few weeks, I have cooked up some yummy home-cooked meals.  And I’ve actually been taking the time to write up the recipes – or edit the recipes I’ve adapted from foodnetwork.com.

so – here goes:

Super Bowl Sunday Yumminess

Bean-n-Veggie Quesadillas  (Vegetarian)

  • 1 lg yellow onion; chopped
  • Garlic, 5 to 6 cloves; peeled, mashed, chopped
  • Lots  of carrots; grated in chopper – about 2 cups
  • Squash; finely chopped/grated – about 1 cup
  • Green bell pepper; finely chopped/grated – about 1 cup
  • Yellow bell pepper; finely chopped/grated – about 1 cup
  • 4-6  med-lg mushrooms; finely chopped – about 1 cup
  • About ¼-c of green onions; finely chopped
  • Olive oil
  • 1 can vegetarian refried beans
  • 1 can black beans, rinsed
  • Several tortillas
  • Grated cheese – your choice, Colby is good; I like the mixed yellow/white “fiesta blend”.
  • Cumin
  • Pepper
  • Butter – or more olive oil
  • Guacamole, salsa, sour cream; if wanted

1.         Heat olive oil in large skillet; add chopped onion and cook until transparent.

2.         Add all other chopped veggies (not beans), add a little more oil; and cook covered               until veggies  are soft.

3.         In a separate large bowl, combine refried beans and black beans – mix well.

4.         Add bean mixture to veggie mix.  Add cumin, pepper.  Mix well and heat                                thoroughly.

5.         Heat griddle.

6.         Lightly butter or brush olive oil on one side of tortilla, place butter side down on                 griddle.

7.         Sprinkle cheese on heating tortilla, then add big dollop of veggie-n-bean mixture,               and then more cheese on top.

8.         Lightly butter or brush olive oil on one side of a second tortilla, place butter side                 up on bean mixture – press down with spatula.

9.        Grill quesadilla until browned (I like my crunchy brown – some people like them a             softer brown); flip and grill the other side.

10.       Place grilled quesadilla on a cooling rack and let cool before slicing.

11.       Dip with salsa, guacamole or sour cream; if desired.

Bean and Veggie filling for the quesadillas - so good, and so good for you!

Quesadillas and Guacamole; the guac on the right was Holly's (quite yummy) and the guac at the top was mine (also delicious!)

Quick “Cheater” Guacamole

  • 6 Ripe medium-size avocadoes; peeled and mashed
  • 1 cup Salsa (to start with – you might want to add more as you mix and taste-test)
  • ½ – 1 cup Ranch dressing (I prefer Newman’s Own Ranch – no MSG, fewer ingredients, profits to charity!)
  • Juice of 1 lemon
  • ¼  – ½ cup cilantro, finely chopped  (if you have some)
  • Salt, to taste
  1. Combine avocadoes,  salsa and ranch dressing; mix well.
  2. Add lemon juice and chopped cilantro; mix.
  3. Taste test and add salt, more salsa, more ranch to your taste.

Thick Potato-Veggie Soup (vegetarian)

  • Water
  • Reduced sodium Vegetable broth Fresh thyme, bunch
  • Fresh parsley, bunch
  • Fresh Rosemary, bunch
  • Fresh basil, long stem              Herb Bundle
  • Several bay leaves
  • Cooking twine
  • 1 lg yellow onion; chopped
  • Garlic;  peeled, mashed, chopped
  • 5 – 7 large potatoes; semi-peeled, quarter-chopped, some very small chopped so they cook up completely to help thicken the soup
  • Lots of carrots; chopped
  • 4 – 5 stalks of celery; chopped large-to-medium
  • Green bell pepper; chopped
  • Red bell pepper; chopped
  • Yellow bell pepper; chopped
  • 4 lg squash, peeled and quarter-chopped
  • Green beans; stripped and snapped (Or 2 cans of reduced sodium cut green beans)
  • 1 can diced tomatoes
  • 1 can black beans; rinsed well
  • 1 can kidney bean; rinsed well
  • 2 cans reduced sodium cut green beans, rinsed well (or fresh green beans)
  • 1 can reduced sodium corn, rinsed well
  • Pepper
  • Kosher Salt
  • ground sage
  • “Simply Organic” all-purpose seasoning

(Remember – when I cook soup, I cook a HUGE amount of soup! Modify amounts to your needs.)

  1. Put water and whole container of reduced sodium veggie broth into large stock pot.
  2. Add all chopped, FRESH veggies (not canned ones).
  3. The well cooked potatoes and squash help thicken the soup.  Make sure some of the potatoes are chopped smaller so they break apart as they cook.
  4. Tie thyme, parsley and bay leaves together with cooking twine and add to the soup. (“Herb Bundle”)
  5. Add some kosher salt – approx. 1 tablespoon.
  6. Boil, cook on high until onion is clear and soft and veggies are soft. Approx 60 – 90 min.    herb Bundles will be cooked and boiled-looking, too.
  7. Once veggies are cooked and soft, add canned beans and veggies.
  8. Let cook for another 15-20 min. on medium to low.
  9. Add salt, pepper and all-purpose seasoning to taste.
  10. Let simmer on low for 10 – 15 more minutes.
  11. Remove herb bundle and let cool a bit before serving.

ENJOY!

To Make Thicker:  Scoop out approx. 1 to 2 cups of cooked veggies and some broth and blend in food processor. Add back to soup and stir well.

Needless to say, we were all rather full on Super Bowl Sunday! I’d love to say we barely had room for the Flying Star Cherry Pie Greg brought over – but then I’d be lying.  Yep! We finished off the pie, as well! (And a few bags of chips, bowl of rice and fantastic red beans Holly made.)

Some pictures of the fun that Sunday….. so grateful for “super” friends to share “super” food with!

Katie, Toby, Greg, Leia and Bob on Super Bowl Sunday

Glen - thanks for hanging out!

Ian and Scott: football, rice, cool commercials and bunny ears!

Susy, and Scott - sorry the Steelers aren't champs, Susy!

Super Friends on Super Sunday

Holly and Katie and the space heater - very important for our chilly living room that cold weekend!

Some Other Delicious Meals from the Past Few Weeks:

Tilapia Filets - forgot to take a photo BEFORE we started eating!

Lightly Fried Tilpia Fillets

Foodnetwork.com and tweaked a bit by me!

Ingredients

  • 4 tablespoons all-purpose flour
  • 3 tablespoons  oregano
  • 4 tablespoons chopped fresh parsley
  • Garlic powder
  • Mrs. Dash No-Salt Original Seasoning
  • Kosher salt and freshly ground pepper
  • 4 6-ounce tilapia fillets
  • 3 tablespoons unsalted butter (or 3 T. olive oil)

Directions

Combine the flour, oregano, parsley, garlic powder and Mrs Dash in a shallow dish. Season with salt and pepper.

Place a large skillet over medium-high heat. Lay the fish in the flour mixture and coat top and bottom with dry mix. Melt 3 tablespoons butter (or olive oil) in the skillet, then add fillets and cook until golden brown on the bottom, about 5-6 minutes. Flip carefully and cook through, 2 to 4 more minutes, depending on thickness of filets.  Transfer to a plate and keep warm. Repeat with the remaining 2 fillets.

Herbed Quinoa - my first attempt at quinoa. It was yummy! Too lemony for Katie, but everyone else loved it!

Herbed Quinoa

Recipe courtesy Giada De Laurentiis; foodnetwork.com (with lil’ tweaks by me)

Directions

Quinoa:

Ingredients

Dressing:

  • 1/2 cup extra-virgin olive oil
  • 1/4 cup fresh lemon juice
  • 3/4 cup chopped fresh basil leaves OR 3 T. chopped basil
  • 1/2 cup chopped fresh parsley leaves
  • 1 tablespoon chopped fresh thyme leaves OR 1-1/2 T. thyme
  • 2 teaspoons lemon zest
  • Kosher salt and freshly ground black pepper

For the quinoa: In a medium saucepan, add the chicken stock, lemon juice and quinoa. Bring to a boil over medium-high heat. Reduce the heat to a simmer, cover the pan and cook until all the liquid is absorbed, about 15 to 25 minutes.

For the dressing: In a small bowl, mix together the olive oil, lemon juice, basil, parsley, thyme, and lemon zest.  Season with salt and pepper, to taste.

Pour the dressing over the quinoa and toss until all the ingredients are coated. Transfer the quinoa to a bowl, and serve.

Salmon Patties - these are the ones that kinda' fell apart - still tasted yummy! The ones that looked good were eaten first!

Salmon Patties

Recipe courtesy Chef Darrell Dodd, Ground Zero Blues Club, Clarksdale, MS; AND tweaked a bit by me, of course!

Ingredients

  • 3 (15-ounce) cans salmon (bones removed)
  • 2 green bell peppers, finely diced
  • 1 yellow onion, finely diced
  • 1-1/2 c of finely grated carrots
  • 2 T. chopped fresh parsley
  • 1/2 can sweetened condensed milk  (can use regular milk, too)
  • 2/3 cup bread crumbs, plus more to coat
  • Mrs Dash No-Salt Original Seasoning
  • 2 T. chopped dry basil
  • Salt and pepper
  • 1 cup all-purpose flour
  • Olive oil or butter,  for frying

Directions

Combine salmon, bell peppers, onion, carrots, parsley, milk and bread crumbs in a bowl.  Season with salt and pepper. Shape by hand into patties, as you would a hamburger. In a separate bowl, combine bread crumbs, flour, Mrs. Dash, basil, pepper.  Place salmon patties in the flour mixture and coat all sides well.

Heat olive oil or butter in a large, heavy skillet. Carefully place patties, in batches as necessary, in the skillet and fry each side on med/high until deep, golden brown.  Try not to flip too soon as patties will fall apart.  If they fall apart, they are still tasty – just not as pretty!  Drain patties on paper towels.

Sweet Potatoes with a KICK! (OMG!! So incredibly delicious! Must be the 2 cups of brown sugar in the water!)

Sweet Potatoes with a Kick!

From Paula Deen, foodnetwork.com (with little tweaks by me… duh!)

Ingredients

  • 3 large sweet potatoes (about 3 pounds), peeled and cut into 1 1/2-inch chunks
  • 2 cups packed light brown sugar
  • 1 tablespoon cinnamon
  • 2 whole cloves
  • Water
  • 4 tablespoons butter
  • 1 teaspoon ground cinnamon
  • 1/2 teaspoon cayenne pepper
  • 1/2 teaspoon salt
  • 1 teaspoon ground cloves

Directions

In a large pot, combine the potatoes, sugar, cinnamon, and whole cloves. Add enough water to just barely cover the potatoes. Partially cover the pot and bring to a boil, then simmer over low heat, until the potatoes are tender, about 20 minutes. Drain and add the potatoes to a large bowl. Discard the whole cloves.

Melt the butter in a medium skillet over medium-high heat. Stir in the ground cinnamon, cayenne, salt, and ground cloves. Pour the mixture over the potatoes and mash to the desired consistency. Transfer to a serving bowl and serve hot.

Now – this soup I made today (you know me and soup – can never have too much!). But I had a really rough root canal yesterday and could not chew anything today and was soooo sick of yogurt, juice and banana smoothies. Other than the veggie patty and turkey sausage pieces (which I chopped very small and cooked long so they would be mushy), it was all very smooth and easy for me to eat. YAY me! AND SO DELICIOUS!  And, in the use-our-leftovers stream, I add some of the Herbed Quinoa from the other night and a lot of the Sweet Potatoes with a KICK! form last night. Although, Toby and the kids are still not too keen on my sweet potato kick – so I blended them with cooking broth before adding them to the soup.  No one was any the wiser and Katie (not a “fan” of the sweet potato) LOVED the soup! HA! HA! Gotcha’!

Sweet Potato, Veggie, Bean & Quinoa Cream Soup... with a KICK!

Sweet Potato, Veggie, Bean & Quinoa Cream Soup … with a KICK!

Ingredients

  • Water
  • Reduced Sodium Chicken Broth
  • Bay leaves (5-7 leaves)
  • ½ c Mung Beans
  • ½ c Adzuki Beans
  • salt
  • 1 yellow onion, finely chopped
  • 4 med – to – lg zucchini, chopped
  • 3 cups of small chopped carrots
  • 2 cups of celery, chopped
  • 3 cups of mashed “Sweet Potatoes with a Kick”
  • 2 cups already prepared “Herbed Quinoa”
  • 4 patties, Morning Star Garden Veggie Patties; microwaved and chopped into small chunks
  • Turkey Smoked Sausage; cooked and chopped into small chunks
  • Pepper, to taste
  • Oregano
  • Thyme

Directions

  1. In a large pot, add water, chicken broth (or veggie), bay leaves, and Mung and Adzuki beans; bring to a boil and boil rapidly for at least 60 – 75 min or until beans are soft.
  2. Add salt, and all chopped veggies and continue to cook on med/high until all veggies are soft.
  3. Place “Sweet Potatoes with a Kick!” into food processor or blender, along with approx. 2 cups of soup from large pot.  Blend until very smooth; add to soup pot and stir in.
  4. Add “Herbed Quinoa” – more or less than suggested depending on your tastes.
  5. Add chopped veggie patties and turkey sausage.
  6. Add seasonings to taste.
  7. Cook additional 10-15 min on med/low before serving to soften the veggie patties and sausage.

Well – try some of them (or all) if you like. If you do, let me know how they turned out and/or how YOU adapted them.  I can never follow a straight recipe – well, almost never.  I think it’s the creative part of me – or maybe I just don’t have the right ingredients! Ha! whatever – it usually turns out pretty good!

Eat well!

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getting started … again.

getting started – always interesting starting something new. or starting something old, in a new way.

i’ve been looking for something that is QUICK and EASY to use for tracking calories, fat, protein, etc. and my caloric intake. i think i finally found it.      myfitnesspal.com

i know it might be insane doing two “physical” things at once - (not counting my “365 thank you notes” challenge this year) – de-toxing off of the paxil (which is harder than i ever imagined on my body and my soul) AND losing weight – but i think it might be good for a few reasons: 1) it’ll give me something else to focus on instead of constantly feeling like crap; 2) if nothing else, i”ll get better at judging portion sizes and calorie counts.  i may not lose any weight yet – but if i get more disciplined at what i am actually putting into my mouth – that’ll be good. and then, when i am FINALLY off the paxil, i can get more serious about losing weight and will be better prepared to do so.

my biggest stumblling block is my self-esteem. i was always flexible, agile and active, never heavy, and never really had issues gaining weight until i hit a major depression about 8 years ago and started the paxil; and then again, 4 years ago when i started getting sick with a couple autoimmune disorders and  then with a cascade of medical conditions. which brought an onslaught of medicines (including mega-doses of steroids)… which brought a MAJOR onslaught of weight.  everything became hard to do. everything became too much work.  stopped riding my bike. i stopped camping and hiking.  it was just all too much.  it’s been so difficult and i have not been very kind to myself.  in the 8+ years i have been on the paxil, i have gained 40+ poounds.  25 of those pounds were put on in only a few months when i was on the steroids and slightly bed-ridden off and on for 2 years.

i am an elementary school physical education teacher and often feel like a total fraud – talking to my students about healthy choices, balancing food intake and movement; and then there i am in the evening, wrapped up in blankets on my couch watching netflix.  moving used to come so naturally to me.  being active was just me – i didn’t have to work at it or think about it – it was just who i was. but now everything hurts so badly – probably because i don’t move all the time like i used to. i now find myself in that infamous “vicious cycle”.  i’ve had some good weeks and months where i felt ilke i was heading in the right direction and doing all the right things.  but, like so many of us, something always knocked me upside down and backwards.

so – let’s see if this helps. i am such a visual/kinesthetic person: i love check lists, i love journaling, i love keeping track of stuff.  i have to DO things to learn them.  so maybe now since i have found something that makes it very easy to keep track of i will actually stick with it and LEARN from it and maybe, just maybe – lose a little weight, start moving, stop hurting and being a bit more kind to myself.

getting started…..

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365 Thank You Notes: #34, 35, 36 ~ Some (more) People I Have Met Along My Way

Feb 9, 2011

Dear Jennifer,

Thank you for working with Suzanne 5 years ago to create The Monte Vista Wellness Council.  Thank you for putting so much of your time and energy and knowledge into creating the best, most active and effective wellness council in Albuquerque. Thank you for caring about our community, and putting yourself to work creating educational and healthy initiatives for the students, staff and families of Monte Vista.  Thank you for coaching me and empowering me…. so I can keep it running some day when you finally leave Monte Vista.  (boo! hoo!)  I am so glad Gus still has 3-1/2 years to go at Monte Vista – not only because I enjoy his uber-coolness, but because I hope you’ll keep working with me!

Thank you also for sharing your 3 fantastic children with me the past 8 years.  I have really loved getting to know each of them and their own unique and incredible personalities…each of them have kept me smiling and laughing… you’ve done a beautiful job parenting and guiding each of those kiddos.  Thank you also for always supporting me as a teacher…. Helping out and being there for all the fun events to keep me from going crazy!  Thanks  ♥ Paula

Feb 9, 2011

Dear Cathy,

You are an amazing educator, and I am a better teacher myself because I get to work alongside you.  Thank you for caring so deeply for each and every one of your students.  You take each child into your hear the first day you meet that little person and you never let them go.  Thank you for being such a strong piece of what makes Monte Vista the unique community it is.   And, thank you for checking in with me on how I am doing and feeling.  You always have a kind and compassionate greeting for me and when you ask, “How are you, today?” ~ you really seem to mean it and you honestly seem to care.  That means o much to me.  Lately, I feel like I ma hanging on by a thread, but every time you see me and “check in”, I feel a tad bit brighter.  Thank you for being such a fantastic you… I’m better for having you in my life.   ♥ Paula

Feb 9, 2011

Dear Lisa,

Thank you so much for becoming involved with our Monte Vista Wellness Council a few years ago. Your energy, effort, input, enthusiasm and knowledge have been invaluable.  I am so glad Jacob still has 2-1/2 years at Monte Vista!  I can’t wait to find out what the next few years will bring to our Wellness Council.   Thank you also for becoming a friend… for being someone I am enjoying getting to know… learning more about you and sharing more of my life.  I am so grateful for your kindness and compassion that Monday at JUMP! Club when Katie’s teammate had been injured so badly at practice.  Thank you for being “my eyes” and mainly, for your hugs and open listening.  And, thank you for sharing your amazing son with me.  I have enjoyed getting to know him the past 3-1/2 years… he keeps me on my toes; and he keeps me laughing!  He is a beautiful “gift” and I am grateful to you for sharing him with me.  Here’s to new friendships… and to our fantastic Monte Vista Wellness Council!   ♥ Paula

Lisa, her husband and her son in Grecian garb! They all 3 walk and walk and walk every Wednesday at our school's Miler's Club. It's a family "date" and they are favorites for other students to walk with. Between the 3 of them, they have walked close to 300 miles in 3 years at Wednesday's Monte Vista Miler's Club!!

ps…. How could I forget Miler’s Club??!!  Thank you for faithfully being there every Wednesday… setting an extraordinary example for every child and family at Monte Vista!  You rock… I mean, “walk”!!


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365 Thank You Notes: #32, #33 ~ Two Heroes of Mine

Our bosses have the potential to positively or negatively affect our career and professional choices.  Like all of you, over 30 years of jobs I’ve had some real doozies.  I also feel, now, like I’ve reached the uber-karmic payback of teaching placements and I have had the pleasure of working for and with an incredible “boss” for the past almost-8 years.   Many school principals (and other bosses in a variety of jobs) tend to be champion micro-managers.  And maybe, some workers or positions require that style in order to do their job effectively.  But the best bosses, in my opinion, are those who do not feel the need to manage every minute of their employers’ time but can find the balance – can get to  know their individual employees’ abilities and capabilities well enough to know when and if that worker needs assistance or is okay to let go and do the job he or she was hired to do.  That’s a hard balance to find, and it takes time and effort on the part of both the supervisor and worker.  And not many people in charge will take that time… whether or not the employee is willing.  I love that I have found a boss who trusts me to do my job…. who looks at the anecdotal evidence of my past and current experiences and treats me appropriately…. who knows what’s going on but doesn’t have to have a directorial “hand” in all that stuff that’s going on.  Short story?  I am in boss heaven.  She’s not perfect – none of us are.  But, she “gets” me and I “get” her and I am grateful to have this beautiful, positive, fulfilling boss~employee relationship.

February 7, 2011

Dear Leith,

Thank you for being an extraordinary leader for our school.  Your ability to lead without micro-managing is unmatched.  Of all the principals I have worked for in 25 years, you are by far the best, most professional, most respectful.  Thank you for letting us d out jobs – educating young children.  Thank you for shielding us s much as possible from all the beaurocratic crud.  Thank you for constantly encouraging us to think more creatively, act more honestly, teach more uniquely and individually.  Thank you for also becoming a friend.  Thank you for being a safe place for me to come to, when needed.  Thank you for being excited for me; and for sharing with me as well.  Thank you for caring about my family and always taking an interest in their health and lives.  And, thank you , of course, for supporting my physical health – still ; as you know it so greatly affects the balanced whole of my being.  I am so glad I finally became a true penguin 8 years ago.  Working at Monte Vista was one of the best life choices I’ve made as an adult.  Thank you for so much…. Paula

Back in late 2000 through early 2002, pretty much all of 2001, we suffered a lot of heartbreak in our family.  Several loved ones died  – a few passed away suddenly, a few were very ill or older, and one was too young to have even experienced life.  One very special person left us just a few days after thousands of others tragically died on September 11.   It caught us off guard.  It knocked us off our feet.  The kids were much younger and they knew people had “died”; they knew a lot of us were “sad”  – but what that really meant I don’t think they truly understood …. which was a blessing, but also a curse.  Let’s just say it was a tough, tough time.  And honestly, I can really only speak for myself as I only get to experience my own feelings first-hand.  I know it was a trying time for Toby – but I can’t explain the complexities of his feelings, because well, I didn’t feel his feelings… I felt mine.  I think sometimes we forget that crucial piece of empathy and understanding.  Your feelings – all the details of those feelings – are yours and yours alone no matter how much you may describe and share them.

My feelings during that time just about drowned me.  They pulled me under and would not let go.  They held my head under until there was almost no breath left in my body.  There were times I had no idea how I would find the next moment.

Years earlier, when Toby and I left our grouphome position, I went through a semi-depressive state that lasted a few months.   I went from being a “mom” to a family of 8, a “mom” to 15 children over 4 years – to being just me.  It was a complicated transition for Toby and I as individuals and for us as a couple.  But it didn’t really last long and we made it out stronger and happier and with great compassion for others.

This was different.  This didn’t stop.  This didn’t get better.  My body hurt. My head hurt. My heart hurt.  It hurt so much I didn’t even know how badly it hurt.  When I was in that dark place, I didn’t even really know how deep into that void I really was.

I kept going to my primary care physician for each and every little thing.  I thought I was dying every few weeks of some new, rare disorder.  After a few months and several tests, she finally told me it was time for me to see a mental health specialist.  She told me that luckily, my physical health was fine; that it was time to work on my mental health.

That’s when I found my therapist, Catherine.  It was in early 2002 when I started seeing her.  For the first few years, I spent time with her 2, sometimes 3 times a week.  It wasn’t easy.  It’s not like the Cymbalta ads.  You don’t just all of a sudden start walking your dog again, playing games with your family, shopping, holding hands and cuddling with a loved one, smiling from ear to ear.  It would be great if that’s how it worked…. But it doesn’t.  It sure didn’t for me.   It actually got worse for me, a lot worse – before it got even a little better.  But at least while it was closing in on me and becoming more dreadful than I could ever have imagined, I had Catherine in my corner.  I had Catherine’s experienced and skilled knowledge protecting me.  And she stuck with me.

And more importantly, I stuck with myself.  I didn’t give up.  I actually did the hard work.  I dug and clawed my way out of that terribly dark place known as depression.  It took years to feel even sort of normal again.  And yes, I did use medication to help when it became apparent I was moving toward a possible suicidal behavior.

(Of course, we all know how that is turning out now that I am desperately trying to de-tox myself from those chemicals (Paxil).  And I really don’t want to talk about it now.  This week, I made another decrease in my dosage and am having a very challenging time with withdraw effects today and this evening.  Maybe I’ll blog about that tomorrow – if I can stop these horrific chills and hot spells.)

And interestingly enough, the severe clinical depression was followed by severe physical and health problems.  I remember so clearly the day years ago my primary told me there was nothing wrong with my physical health, that it was my mental health needing the attention.  About 4-1/2 years of struggling with the depression, my physical health had finally had enough and the dominoes began to fall…. one by one, until two autoimmune disorders and 4 separate medical conditions knocked me down again…. and again… and again.  Catherine was still there for me.

But…. My mental health was stronger – maybe that’s why I’m now FINALLY starting to see the light.  Some days I feel more of the warmth from that light than other days – but for the most part, I am emerging from that place of mental and physical darkness… and I like what I see.

And Catherine is still here for me.

Dear Catherine,

Thank you for helping me through the roughest years of my adult life.  Thank you for helping me sort through all the “stuff” that was weighing me down – emotionally, spiritually and physically.  Thank you for listening to me… and for creating a safe place for me to let it all go.  You taught me that it’s okay – in fact, it’s healthy – to set limits for myself.  Always setting limits for those around me – but never really did that for myself.  Thank you for supporting me as I reached so many crucial “Ah-ha” moments…. Which have then allowed me to move on, make it through.  Thank you for fighting to keep EAP alive for all of us.  I’m not sure how things would have gone for me if I didn’t have access to EAP … and you.  Thank you for making it easier for me to see my own mistakes and all the ways I tended to “ beat myself up”.  Still working on it – But I’m so much easier on myself (and others) than I used to be.. and it feels good… in fact, it feels better than when it was all “prefect”! HA! Go figure!  I haven’t been to chat in a while – not saying I still don’t want to…. But I’m doing okay for now.  I know if I need you, though, you are just an email or visit away – thank you.  Thank you- truly thank you – for helping to alleviate the pain and help me save myself.  Be well  ~ Paula


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I am Grateful to My Parents & Teachers for Teaching Me to Read!

“There is more treasure in books than in all the pirate’s loot on Treasure Island.” ~Walt Disney

I always have a stack of books at my bedside…. some are borrowed from friends, some are old favorites, and several are from the library (if you are waiting for a specific book “on hold”, it may be on the floor beside my side bed!) .  I also have my book journal nearby.  I have been keeping a book journal off and on for at least 10 years now.  Have you ever been asked to recommend a book?  a specific type of novel?  a specific author?  Have you ever wanted to buy someone a gift of a very particular story…. but for the life of you, you cannot remember the stinkin’ title?? (maybe that’s just me because I’m getting old!)  Well…. my book journal helps me keep track of the books I read so I can then share them with others.  After joining facebook, I added “Goodreads” to my profile and keep track of the books there, too.  So, you can keep up with my books here – or on facebook – or just ask me!

“A room without books is like a body without a soul.”                                                                                     ~ Marcus T. Cicero

I will try and post my recent reads more often than yearly – but really felt like posting my books of 2010 all at once.  When I started this blog, I also started one called “Paula’s Bookshelf”… but I’m just gonna consolidate into one blog.  It’s funny – when I started both the blogs, I couldn’t figure out how to connect and link the two – so I kinda stopped posting on the bookshelf blog.  Now, I know how to connect the two, but I’d rather just put it all on one blog.  You probably didn’t need to know that, but I’m in a writing mood…. so, there ‘ya go! I think if we kept having days off school, I could write an entire novel.  Having plenty of sleep and plenty of time to get the necessary things done AND still have time left over to do some things I actually WANT to do (like, write!) is a wonderful gift.  Usually, Sean and I leave the house for school/work at 7:30-ish am and, between after school programs I teach, doctor’s appointments, Katie and Sean’s after school commitments and practices, and traffic – we usually don’t get home until after 6:15pm.  Monday through Friday.  That leaves very little time to do the necessary tasks let alone anything I might want to do fun “fun”.

I’m not complaining – I know I am lucky to have a job in this economy – especially a job I love …. okay, maybe I am complaining a little bit.  The older I get, the more I realize there are tons of things I like to do other than stuff that revolves around school or my children. Crazy concept, huh?  For so many years, everything revolved around school and the kids. And I loved putting 300% into my teaching and my family…. and I just always thought it would be that way.  But recently – especially since recovering from my illnesses – I’ve realized there are a whole bunch of things I want to do for ME!!   It’s insane!  And I’ve actually begun to think I may just not be that 40 year-veteran educator that never quits – I always figured I would be – that I’d teach until the day I died.  Not now.  I may be able to retire from teaching in 4 to 5 years with my full state pension and I’m really thinking I will.  There is so much else out there to do and experience…. so much!  It’s all just out there waiting!!

Anyway… kinda got off track there, didn’t I? This post is supposed to be about the books I read in 2010.  Maybe I was getting to the point that I would love to have the freedom to WRITE a book, or even just read more books!?  Yeah – that was probably where I was headed!!

“If we encounter a man of rare intellect, we should ask him what books he reads.”         ~ Ralph Waldo Emerson

Couldn’t believe when I actually counted them, (Sean couldn’t believe I actually did count them, let alone keep track of them so I could count them – he thinks I’m pretty weird sometimes!) – I read 24 books in the calendar year 2010.  The last time I read this many books in a year was Sean’s first year, 1998.  In 1998, I think I read almost 40 books and in 1999 I read about 35.  How?  Who knows – had to be the nursing.  With being on bed rest for the first few months of 1998 and then on maternity leave and nursing – I read like crazy! Neither Katie nor Sean would “let” me talk when they nursed, but I could read.  I could even read out loud to them from my book – but no talking or chatting to other people.  It was interesting.  So… I read!  A LOT!  Keep in mind, Sean nursed until he was 2-1/2 years old, so I read a lot from 1998 through 2000.  Then, with a 2-1/2 year old and a kindergartener, reading for pleasure for myself – sort of came to a grinding, halting stop! I read many books – but most were, of course, of the little people variety.  Which, by the way, I also love to read.  Ever since a college class at UT on Children’s Literature – I have been hooked on little people books.  And there are very few things more fun than reading out loud to children. I love it!  Now, for some of you out there, 24 books in a year is a slow year.  But for me – it’s pretty good. I hope I am able to read as many, maybe more?, in 2011.

“Literature is my Utopia.”   ~ Helen Keller

I am going to list the books chronologically starting with the first ones I read in January 2010.  I am including the cover image and the write-up from Goodreads.  I have also included a short personal review from me…the notes I wrote in my book journal after reading the book.  Those comments will follow the Goodreads review.  And finally, I will give the book a  ”♥”  rating. From three ♥♥♥ to 5 ♥♥♥♥♥ depending on, duh, my experience with the book.  Why won’t there be any one ♥ ratings?  Good question!  I’ve gotten to a point in my life where if I am not enjoying a book by a 1/4 of the way in, I probably won’t keep reading it.  Life is too short to spend it dragging myself through a book just because someone else might have said I should.  If I have the gut feeling I am going to like the book, but for some reason (life, for example) I am having a difficult time getting into it – then I’ll set it aside and try again later.  That was the case with “The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo”…. started it 3 times and put it back down 3 times before my life was in the right place for me to sink into it and then – I really liked it.  And in case you are wondering, NO!, I do not own all these books.  I check them out from our fantastic, incredible Rio Grande Library System here in Albuquerque (no late fees!), or borrow them from friends.

“A book is like a garden carried in the pocket.”                                                                                         ~ Chinese Proverb

Paula’s Books of 2010

JANUARY 2010

“Girls in Trucks” by Katie Crouch  ♥♥♥

Sarah Walters is a less-than-perfect debutante. She tries hard to follow the time-honored customs of the Charleston Camellia Society, as her mother and grandmother did, standing up straight in cotillion class and attending lectures about all the things that Camellias don’t do. (Like ride with boys in pickup trucks.)
But Sarah can’t quite ignore the barbarism just beneath all that propriety, and as soon as she can she decamps South Carolina for a life in New York City. There, she and her fellow displaced Southern friends try to make sense of city sophistication, to understand how much of their training applies to real life, and how much to the strange and              rarefied world they’ve left behind.
When life’s complications become overwhelming, Sarah returns home                                 to confront with matured eyes the motto “Once a Camellia, always a Camellia”- and to see how much fuller life can be, for good and for ill, among those who know you best.
Girls in Trucks introduces an irresistable, sweet, and wise voice                                       that heralds the arrival of an exciting new talent.

Good – interestingly written. Some chapters caught me off guard with their voice.        Quick read.

“The Wednesday Sisters” by Meg Waite Clayton   ♥♥♥

Friendship, loyalty, and love lie at the heart of Meg Waite Clayton’s beautifully written, poignant, and sweeping novel of five women who, over the course of four decades, come to redefine what it means to be family.

For thirty-five years, Frankie, Linda, Kath, Brett, and Ally have met every Wednesday at the park near their homes in Palo Alto, California. Defined when they first meet by what their husbands do, the young homemakers and mothers are far removed from the Summer of Love that has enveloped most of the Bay Area in 1967. These “Wednesday Sisters” seem to have little in common: Frankie is a timid transplant from Chicago, brutally blunt Linda is a remarkable athlete, Kath is a Kentucky debutante, quiet Ally has a secret, and quirky, ultra-intelligent Brett wears little white gloves with her miniskirts. But they are bonded by a shared love of both literature–Fitzgerald, Eliot, Austen, du Maurier, Plath, and Dickens–and the Miss America Pageant, which they watch together every year.

As the years roll on and their children grow, the quintet forms a writers circle to express their hopes and dreams through poems, stories, and, eventually, books. Along the way, they experience history in the making: Vietnam, the race for the moon, and a women’s movement that challenges everything they have ever thought about themselves, while at the same time supporting one another through changes in their personal lives brought on by infidelity, longing, illness, failure, and success.

Humorous and moving, The Wednesday Sisters is a literary feast for book lovers that earns a place among those popular works that honor the joyful, mysterious, unbreakable bonds between friends.

A fun, silly, girly book about love and friendships among women and mothers.

FEBRUARY 2010

“The Horse Boy” by Rupert Isaacson   ♥♥♥♥♥

When his son Rowan was diagnosed with autism, Rupert Isaacson was devastated, afraid he might never be able to communicate with his child. But when Isaacson, a lifelong horseman, rode their neighbor’s horse with Rowan, Rowan improved immeasurably. He was struck with a crazy idea: why not take Rowan to Mongolia, the one place in the world where horses and shamanic healing intersected?

THE HORSE BOY is the dramatic and heartwarming story of that impossible adventure. In Mongolia, the family found undreamed of landscapes and people, unbearable setbacks, and advances beyond their wildest dreams. This is a deeply moving, truly one-of-a-kind story–of a family willing to go to the ends of the earth to help their son, and of a boy learning to connect with the world for the first time.

WOW – really touching. Reads almost like fiction.  I really want to meet this boy and his father and mother, and Betsy.  Truly a love story – why else would these parents take on that incredible task but for their deep, abiding, unconditional love of their son.  The documentary movie was phenomenal – I saw it after reading the book.

“Breakfast with Buddha” by Roland Merullo  ♥♥♥♥♥

When his sister tricks him into taking her guru on a trip to their childhood home, Otto Ringling, a confirmed skeptic, is not amused. Six days on the road with an enigmatic holy man who answers every question with a riddle is not what he’d planned. But in an effort to westernize his passenger—and amuse himself—he decides to show the monk some “American fun” along the way. From a chocolate factory in Hershey to a bowling alley in South Bend, from a Cubs game at Wrigley field to his family farm near Bismarck, Otto is given the remarkable opportunity to see his world—and more important, his life—through someone else’s eyes. Gradually, skepticism yields to amazement as he realizes that his companion might just be the real thing.

In Roland Merullo’s masterful hands, Otto tells his story with all the wonder, bemusement, and wry humor of a man who unwittingly finds what he’s missing in the most unexpected place.

LOVE! LOVE! LOVE! this story. I want to KNOW these two men.  I wanted to be in the car with them. I want to sit with them, listen to them, do yoga with them.                   Just be present.

MARCH 2010

“The Weight of Silence” by Heather Gudenkauf   ♥♥♥♥♥

It happens quietly one August morning. As dawn’s shimmering light drenches the humid Iowa air, two families awaken to find their little girls have gone missing in the night.

Seven-year-old Calli Clark is sweet, gentle, a dreamer who suffers from selective mutism brought on by tragedy that pulled her deep into silence as a toddler.

Calli’s mother, Antonia, tried to be the best mother she could within the confines of marriage to a mostly absent, often angry husband. Now, though she denies that her husband could be involved in the possible abductions, she fears her decision to stay in her marriage has cost her more than her daughter’s voice.

Petra Gregory is Calli’s best friend, her soul mate and her voice. But neither Petra nor Calli has been heard from since their disappearance was discovered. Desperate to find his child, Martin Gregory is forced to confront a side of himself he did not know existed beneath his intellectual, professorial demeanor.

Now these families are tied by the question of what happened to their children. And the answer is trapped in the silence of unspoken family secrets.

Very intense. I read it in 3 days – which is quite unusual for me during the school year.  Powerful story. Well written.

APRIL 2010

“Restoring Grace” by Katie Fforde   ♥♥♥

In the irresistible new novel by the bestselling author of Paradise Fields, pregnant Ellie needs a place to stay and Grace needs a lodger in the wonderful but dilapidated house she has inherited. Both of them need a friend.

Sweet little story. Quick read. A friendship born of circumstance – often the best kind!

JUNE 2010

“The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo” by Stieg Larsson   ♥♥♥♥

Mikael Blomkvist, a once-respected financial journalist, watches his professional life rapidly crumble around him. Prospects appear bleak until an unexpected (and unsettling) offer to resurrect his name is extended by an old-school titan of Swedish industry. The catch – and there’s always a catch – is that Blomkvist must first spend a year researching a mysterious disappearance that has remained unsolved for nearly four decades. With few other options, he accepts and enlists the help of investigator Lisbeth Salander, a misunderstood genius with a cache of authority issues. Little is as it seems in       Larsson’s novel, but there is at least one constant: you really don’t want                             to mess with the girl with the dragon tattoo.

Really great book – once I finally got into it.  Superbly crafted characters and an incredibly complex story line.

“A Little Love Story” by Roland Merullo  ♥♥♥♥♥

Janet Rossi is very smart and unusually attractive, an aide to the governor of Massachusetts, but she suffers from an illness that makes her, as she puts it, “not exactly a good long-term investment.” Jake Entwhistle is a few years older, a carpenter and portrait painter, smart and good-looking too, but with a shadow over his romantic history. After meeting by accident – literally – when Janet backs into Jake’s antique                 truck, they begin a love affair marked by courage, humor, a deep and                            erotic intimacy… and modern complications.

FABULOUS!!!  Roland Merullo is now one of my favorite authors.  This was such a beautiful “little love story” – just like the title says.  So sweet and wonderful and loving.  I love how he writes – so detailed, but with such ease and grace and total understanding.

JULY 2010

“Golfing with God” by Roland Merullo  ♥♥♥

In a previous life, Herman “Hank” Fins-Winston had been a golf pro—an excellent teacher of the game who never quite made it on the circuit, having missed his one real shot at greatness. He now lives in a lovely condominium on the thirteenth fairway of one of heaven’s 8,187 golf courses. God and His closest companions, you see, play the game often. And though Jesus never bothers to keep score, Buddha never takes a practice swing, and Moses doesn’t consider it cheating when he parts the courses’ water hazards, they all take the sport very seriously. In heaven, even God replaces His divots.

Hank’s afterlife takes an unexpected turn when he is summoned to help a player whose game is in a slump. To his dismay, his new pupil is God Himself. Or Herself. Depending on the day. As they play the most heavenly courses in paradise and back on earth, Hank realizes that it’s he who’s learning the lessons—about fearing failure, about second chances, about the connectedness of all living things, about not taking the next breath for granted, and about our God-given ability to improve ourselves—one stroke at a time.

Very interesting take on Heaven and God…. pretty humorous at times – especially if you are a golfer!

“The Wildwater Walking Club” by Claire Cook   ♥♥♥

Just put one foot in front of the other. Sounds simple, doesn’t it? But when Noreen Kelly takes a buyout from her job of eighteen years and gets dumped by her boyfriend in one fell swoop, she finds it hard to know what that next step is-never mind take it. At first Noreen thinks maybe her redundancy package could be an opportunity, a chance to figure out what to do with the rest of her life while her company foots the bill. Sure, she may have gotten high to “Witchy Woman” and grooved to “Sweet Baby James” back when James Taylor had hair, but she isn’t ready for her AARP card. Not yet.

But it’s the first time in a great many years that Noreen has time to herself-and she has no idea what to do with it. When she realizes that she’s mistaken her resume for her personality, Noreen knows that she has to get moving, so she puts on a new pair of sneakers and a seriously outdated pair of exercise pants, and walks. She doesn’t get very far at first-just to the end of her street, Wildwater Way-but she perseveres, and when she’s joined by her neighbors Tess and Rosie, Noreen realizes that walking is not an extreme sport. It can actually be fun.

As the Wildwater women walk and talk, and talk and walk, they tally their steps, share their secrets, and learn what women everywhere are finding out-that time flies and getting fit is actually fun when you’re walking with friends. Throw in a road trip to Seattle for a lavender festival, a career-coaching group that looks like a bad sequel to The Breakfast Club, a clothesline controversy that could only happen in the ‘burbs, plenty of romantic twists and turns, and a quirky multigenerational cast of supporting characters, and the result is anexperience that’s heartfelt, exuberant, and above all, real.

Very much a women’s book.  It was good – not great – but an enjoyable, quick read. Makes me wish I had a group of women to talk and walk with daily.

 

“Handle with Care” by Jodi Picoult   ♥♥♥♥♥

Every expectant parent will tell you that they don’t want a perfect baby, just a healthy one. Charlotte and Sean O’Keefe would have asked for a healthy baby, too, if they’d been given the choice. Instead, their lives are made up of sleepless nights, mounting bills, the pitying stares of “luckier” parents, and maybe worst of all, the what-ifs. What if their child had been born healthy? But it’s all worth it because Willow is, well, funny as it seems, perfect. She’s smart as a whip, on her way to being as pretty as her mother, kind, brave, and for a five-year-old an unexpectedly deep source of wisdom. Willow is Willow, in sickness and in health.” Everything changes, though, after a series of events forces Charlotte and her husband to confront the most serious what-ifs of all. What if Charlotte should have known earlier of Willow’s illness? What if things could have been different? What if their beloved Willow had never been born? To do Willow justice, Charlotte must ask herself these questions and one more. What constitutes a valuable life?

Brittle bone… friendships… shoulda’-woulda’-coulda’?… medical ethics… early termination… ANOTHER fascinating story by Jodi Picoult. I LOVE her books and how she can touch on all the intimate details of such public situations.  And I love how she writes – from the different points of view.

“Olive Kitteridge” by Elizabeth Strout   ♥♥♥♥

At times stern, at other times patient, at times perceptive, at other times in sad denial, Olive Kitteridge, a retired schoolteacher, deplores the changes in her little town of Crosby, Maine, and in the world at large, but she doesn’t always recognize the changes in       those around her: a lounge musician haunted by a past romance; a former student who has lost the will to live; Olive’s own adult child, who feels tyrannized by her          irrational sensitivities; and her husband, Henry, who finds his loyalty                               to his marriage both a blessing and a curse.

As the townspeople grapple with their problems, mild and dire, Olive is brought to a deeper understanding of herself and her life–sometimes painfully, but always with ruthless honesty. Olive Kitteridge offers profound insights into the human condition–its conflicts, its tragedies and joys, and the endurance it requires.

Quite interesting.  One woman’s story woven throughout 13 different stories.  This woman is not very likable – but by the end, I was hoping good things for her.  Very much worth the time to read.

AUGUST 2010

“The Girl Who Played with Fire” by Stieg Larsson  ♥♥♥♥♥

Part blistering espionage thriller, part riveting police procedural, and part piercing exposeé on social injustice, The Girl Who Played with Fireis a masterful, endlessly satisfying novel. Mikael Blomkvist, crusading publisher of the magazine Millennium, has decided to run a story that will expose an extensive sex trafficking operation. On the eve of its publication, the two reporters responsible for the article are murdered, and the fingerprints found on the murder weapon belong to his friend, the troubled genius hacker Lisbeth Salander. Blomkvist, convinced of Salander’s innocence, plunges into an investigation. Meanwhile, Salander herself is drawn into a murderous game of cat and mouse, which forces her to face her dark past.

Even better than the first!!!  MUCH better!  This one pulled you in from                        the very beginning and never let go!

“House Rules” by Jodi Picoult  ♥♥♥♥♥

When your son can’t look you in the eye . . . does that mean he’s guilty?

Jacob Hunt is a teen with Asperger’s syndrome. He’s hopeless at reading social cues or expressing himself well to others, though he is brilliant in many ways. But he has a special focus on one subject—forensic analysis. A police scanner in his room clues him in to crime scenes, and he’s always showing up and telling the cops what to do.                 And he’s usually right.

But when Jacob’s small hometown is rocked by a terrible murder, law enforcement comes to him. Jacob’s behaviors are hallmark Asperger’s, but they look a lot like guilt to the local police. Suddenly the Hunt family, who only want to fit in, are directly in the spotlight.   For Jacob’s mother, Emma, it’s a brutal reminder of the intolerance and misunderstanding that always threaten her family. For his brother, Theo,                        it’s another indication why nothing is normal because of Jacob.

And over this small family, the soul-searing question looms: Did Jacob commit murder?

This time it’s Asberger’s Syndrome.  Mental health, legalities, ignorance, tolerance, acceptance, family, loyalty.  I have a nephew with Asberger’s and I have always respected and admired my brother and sister-in-;law for how beautifully and gracefully and respectfully they have raised their son.  I read this quickly because I HAD to know what happened.  I think it also gives me another insight into working with my own students who have Asberger’s and other forms of Austism.

“My Stroke of Insight: A Brain Scientist’s Personal Journey” by Jill Bolte Taylor, Ph.D.  ♥♥♥♥

On December 10, 1996, Jill Bolte Taylor, a thirty-seven- year-old Harvard-trained brain scientist experienced a massive stroke in the left hemisphere of her brain. As she observed her mind deteriorate to the point that she could not walk, talk, read, write, or recall       any of her life-all within four hours-Taylor alternated between the euphoria of the intuitive and kinesthetic right brain, in which she felt a sense of complete well-being    and peace, and the logical, sequential left brain, which recognized she was having            a stroke and enabled her to seek help before she was completely lost.                                  It would take her eight years to fully recover.

For Taylor, her stroke was a blessing and a revelation. It taught her that by “stepping to the right” of our left brains, we can uncover feelings of well-being that are often sidelined by “brain chatter.” Reaching wide audiences through her talk at the Technology, Entertainment, Design (TED) conference and her appearance on Oprah’s online Soul Series, Taylor provides a valuable recovery guide for those touched by brain injury and an inspiring testimony that inner peace is accessible to anyone.

A friend recommended this book.  His brother-in-law suffered a debilitating stroke that changed everyone’s life around him in an instant.  Sadly, he died within 5 months.  This story was amazing. Extremely eye-opening and informative and full of insights we often don’t get in regards to stroke.  A little dry at times – loads of medical information, necessary but makes for slow reading.  Just found out it’s being made into a movie directed by Ron Howard.

SEPTEMBER 2010

“Men and Dogs” by Katie Crouch  ♥♥♥

When Hannah Legare was eleven, her father went on a fishing trip in Charleston Harbor and never came back. And while most of the town and her family accepted Buzz’s disappearance, Hannah remained steadfastly convinced of his imminent return.

More then twenty years later, Hannah’s new life in San Francisco is unraveling. Her marriage is on the rocks; her business is bankrupt. After a disastrous attempt to win back her husband, she is shipped to her mother’s home to “rest up,” and she is once again sucked into the mystery of her missing father. Suspecting that those closest to her are keeping secrets — including Palmer, her emotionally closed, well-mannered brother, and Warren, the beautiful boyfriend she left behind — Hannah sets out on an uproarious, dangerous quest that will test the whole Family’s concept of loyalty and faith.

Funny, weird story about a girl and her search for her father – and what she finds instead.

“My Name Is Memory” by Ann Brashares  ♥♥♥♥♥

From the New York Times-bestselling author of The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants and The Last Summer (of You and Me) comes an imaginative, inspired, magical book-a love story that lasts more than a lifetime.

Daniel has spent centuries falling in love with the same girl. Life after life, crossing continents and dynasties, he and Sophia (despite her changing name and form) have been drawn together, and he remembers it all. Daniel has “the memory”, the ability to recall past lives and recognize souls of those he’s previously known. It is a gift and a curse. For all the times that he and Sophia have been drawn together throughout history, they have also been torn painfully, fatally, apart. A love always too short.

Interwoven through Sophia and Daniel’s unfolding present day relationship are glimpses of their expansive history together. From 552 Asia Minor to 1918 England and 1972 Virginia, the two souls share a long and sometimes torturous path of seeking each other time and time again. But just when young Sophia (now “Lucy” in the present) finally begins to awaken to the secret of their shared past, to understand the true reason for the strength of their attraction, the mysterious force that has always torn them apart reappears. Ultimately, they must come to understand what stands in the way of their love if they are ever to spend a lifetime together.

A magical, suspenseful, heartbreaking story of true love, My Name is Memory proves the power and endurance of a union that was meant to be.

LOVED THIS STORY!!!  This love story is timeless, tragic, uplifting, dangerous, heart-wrenching and beautiful: all at the same time.  Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful.  I want to read it again.

OCTOBER 2010

“The Rest of Her Life” by Laura Moriarty   ♥♥♥

In The Rest of Her Life, Laura Moriarty delivers a luminous, compassionate, and provocative look at how mothers and daughters with the best intentions can be blind to the harm they do to one another.

Leigh is the mother of high-achieving, popular high school senior Kara. Their relationship is already strained for reasons Leigh does not fully understand when, in a moment of carelessness, Kara makes a mistake that ends in tragedy — the effects of which not only divide Leigh’s family, but polarize the entire community. We see the story from Leigh’s perspective, as she grapples with the hard reality of what her daughter has done and the devastating consequences her actions have on the family of another teenage girl in town, all while struggling to protect Kara in the face of rising public outcry.

Like the best works of Jane Hamilton, Jodi Picoult, and Alice Sebold, Laura Moriarty’s The Rest of Her Life is a novel of complex moral dilemma, filled with nuanced characters and a page-turning plot that makes readers ask themselves, “What would I do?”

Good – not great.  Mother-daughter issues. Read this right after “My Name Is Memory” – not sure any book would have wowed me after that one.  I liked it enough to read another one of hers, though.

“While I’m Falling” by Laura Moriarty  ♥♥♥

Ever since her parents announced that they’re getting divorced, Veronica has been falling. Hard. A junior in college, she’s fallen in love. She’s fallen behind in her difficult coursework. She hates her job at the dorm, and she longs for the home that no longer exists. When an attempt to escape the pressure, combined with bad luck, lands her in a terrifying situation, a shaken Veronica calls her mother for help – only to find her former foundation too preoccupied to offer any assistance at all. But Veronica only gets to feel hurt for so long. Her mother shows up at the dorm with a surprising request – and with the elderly family dog in tow. Veronica soon finds herself with a new set of problems, and new questions about love and independence. Darkly humorous, compelling, and filled with crystalline observations, While I’m Falling takes a deep look at a relationship between a mother and a daughter when one is trying to grow up and the other is trying to stay afloat.

Better than the previous Laura Moriarty book I read. I liked these characters – I could really feel for them.  Another mother/daughter book – more humor this time… probably why I liked it better.

NOVEMBER 2010

“Blessings” by Anna Quindlen  ♥♥♥♥

Late one night, a teenage couple drives up to the big white clapboard home on the Blessing estate and leaves a box. In that instant, the lives of those who live and work there are changed forever. Skip Cuddy, the caretaker, finds a baby girl asleep in that box and decides he wants to keep the child . . . while Lydia Blessing, the matriarch of the estate, for her own reasons, agrees to help him. Blessings explores how the secrets of the past affect decisions and lives in the present; what makes a person or a life legitimate or illegitimate and who decides; and the unique resources people find in themselves and in a community. This is a powerful novel of love, redemption, and personal change by the Pulitzer Prize–winning writer about whom The Washington Post Book Worldsaid, “Quindlen knows that all the things we ever will be can be found in some forgotten fragment of family.”

Lovely story – seemed like a place I would love to live – with some quite interesting and unique characters. I cried at the end.

“Gods in Alabama” by Joshilyn Jackson  ♥♥♥

When Arlene Fleet headed off to college in Chicago, she made three promises to God: She would never again lie, never fornicate outside of marriage, and never, ever go back to her tiny hometown of Possett, Alabama (the “fourth rack of Hell”). All God had to do in exchange was to make sure the body of high school quarterback Jim Beverly was never found. Ten years later, Arlene has kept her promises, but an old schoolmate has recently turned up asking questions. And now Arlene s African American beau has given her a tough ultimatum: introduce him to her family, or he s gone. As she prepares to confront guilt, discrimination, and a decade of deception, Arlene is about to discover just how far she will go to find redemption–and love.

Interesting – I liked the characters and the flow of the story.  It’s amazing the assumptions we make and how they drive our choices and our lives.  I just loved the title – very fitting.

“Making Toast: A Family Story” by Roger Rosenblatt  ♥♥♥♥♥

“How long are you staying, Boppo?”

“Forever.”

When his daughter, Amy—a gifted doctor, mother, and wife—collapses and dies from an asymptomatic heart condition, Roger Rosenblatt and his wife, Ginny, leave their home on the South Shore of Long Island to move in with their son-in-law, Harris, and their three young grandchildren: six-year-old Jessica, four-year-old Sammy, and one-year-old James, known as Bubbies. Long past the years of diapers, homework, and recitals, Roger and Ginny—Boppo and Mimi to the kids—quickly reaccustom themselves to the world of small children: bedtime stories, talking toys, playdates, nonstop questions, and nonsequential thought. Though reeling from Amy’s death they carry on, reconstructing a family, sustaining one another, and guiding three lively, alert, and tender-hearted children through the pains and confusions of grief. As he marvels at the strength of his son-in-law, a surgeon, and the tenacity and skill of his wife, a former kindergarten teacher, Roger attends each day to “the one household duty I have mastered”—preparing the morning toast perfectly to each child’s liking.

With the wit, heart, precision, and depth of understanding that has characterized his work, Roger Rosenblatt peels back the layers on this most personal of losses to create both a tribute to his late daughter and a testament to familial love. The day Amy died, Harris told Ginny and Roger, “It’s impossible.” Roger’s story tells how a family makes the possible of the impossible.

Beautifully told story.  I read several parts of it out loud to Toby and the kids. I laughed out loud. I cried.  I wanted to eat breakfast and have some of Boppo’s perfect toast.  I want to know how they are all doing… a sweet and powerful story of love.

DECEMBER 2010

“Knit Two” by Kate Jacobs  ♥♥♥♥

Five years later, the members of The Friday Night Knitting Club celebrate the         stresses and joys of being mothers, wives, daughters and friends.

Another Friday Night Knitting Club book.  The writing is not going to win any Pulitzer Prizes or National Book Awards – but I love these women!  I love these books!  They are quick and easy reads that make you feel good and loved.. and important as a woman.  I love the ease of the stories and the connections of the women…. and now, a few men!  I want more!!  AND…. I want my own knitting store.

“Julie & Julia: 365 Days, 524 recipes, 1 Tiny Apartment Kitchen” by Julie Powell  ♥♥♥♥♥

With the humor of Bridget Jones and the vitality of Augusten Burroughs, Julie Powell recounts how she conquered every recipe in Julia Child’sMastering the Art of French Cooking and saved her soul.

Julie Powell is 30-years-old, living in a rundown apartment in Queens and working at a soul-sucking secretarial job that’s going nowhere. She needs something to break the monotony of her life, and she invents a deranged assignment. She will take her mother’s dog-eared copy of Julia Child’s 1961 classic Mastering the Art of French Cooking, and she will cook all 524 recipes. In the span of one year. At first she thinks it will be easy. But as she moves from the simple Potage Parmentier (potato soup) into the more complicated realm of aspics and crepes, she realizes there’s more to Mastering the Art of French Cooking than meets the eye.

With Julia’s stern warble always in her ear, Julie haunts the local butcher, buying kidneys and sweetbreads. She sends her husband on late-night runs for yet more butter and rarely serves dinner before midnight. She discovers how to mold the perfect Orange Bavarian, the trick to extracting marrow from bone, and the intense pleasure of eating liver. And somewhere along the line she realizes she has turned her kitchen into a miracle of creation and cuisine. She has eclipsed her life’s ordinariness through spectacular humor, hysteria, and perseverance.

She is such a funny and entertaining writer! I have to admit, though, throughout the entire book I pictured “her” as Amy Adams — the actress who played her in the movie.  I laughed out loud OFTEN at her hysterical and often cranky, take on life and cooking and marriage.  I was surprised there wasn’t more on Julia Child in the book – I had seen the movie first, so I expected more of Julia Child herself.  I still enjoyed it.  And, her story was one of the catalysts for me to start my “365 Thank You Notes” project.  365 notes is nothin’ compared to 524 recipes…. incredibly difficult french recipes!

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Thankful for ANOTHER day off school and a beautiful email from my father-in-law.

Oh My Goodness! We have a fourth day home from school! An unexpected 6-day weekend….. such fun! Well, fun for us – we are lucky. We get to be home, safe and warm and relaxed.  Many people are not so lucky.  I am thankful for all those out there making it safe and warm for me to relax at home.  Utility workers, police, city workers, Red Cross employees and volunteers, shelter volunteers …. countless numbers of New Mexicans braving this bitter cold so the rest of us don’t have to.
THANK YOU!
My father-in-law sent this to me via email.  A lot of these “stories” float around the internet – I have read many of these type of stories.  Lately, I haven’t even read many of them before just clicking “delete”.  For some reason, I read this one.
And I really like this one.  I hope you do too!
ps…. I recently saw a report about the dangers of left-turns!

 

This is a wonderful piece by Michael Gartner, editor of newspapers large and small and president of NBC News.

In 1997, he won the Pulitzer Prize for editorial writing.   It is well worth reading, and a few good chuckles are guaranteed. Here goes…



My father never drove a car. Well, that’s not quite right. I should say I never saw him drive a car.

He quit driving in 1927, when he was 25 years old, and the last car he drove was a 1926 Whippet.

“In those days,” he told me when he was in his 90s, “to drive a car you had to do things with your hands, and do things with your feet, and look every which way, and I decided you could walk through life and enjoy it or drive through life and miss it.”

At which point my mother, a sometimes salty Irishwoman, chimed in:
“Oh, bull shit!” she said. “He hit a horse.”

“Well,” my father said, “there was that, too.”

So my brother and I grew up in a household without a car. The neighbors all had cars — the Kollingses next door had a green 1941 Dodge, the VanLaninghams across the street a gray 1936 Plymouth, the Hopsons two doors down a black 1941 Ford — but we had none.

My father, a newspaperman in Des Moines , would take the streetcar to work and, often as not, walk the 3 miles home. If he took the streetcar home, my mother and brother and I would walk the three blocks to the streetcar stop, meet him and walk home together.

My brother, David, was born in 1935, and I was born in 1938, and sometimes, at dinner, we’d ask how come all the neighbors had cars but we had none. “No one in the family drives,” my mother would explain, and that was that.

But, sometimes, my father would say, “But as soon as one of you boys turns 16, we’ll get one.” It was as if he wasn’t sure which one of us would turn 16 first.

But, sure enough , my brother turned 16 before I did, so in 1951 my parents bought a used 1950 Chevrolet from a friend who ran the parts department at a Chevy dealership downtown.

It was a four-door, white model, stick shift, fender skirts, loaded with everything, and, since my parents didn’t drive, it more or less became my brother’s car.

Having a car but not being able to drive didn’t bother my father, but it didn’t make sense to my mother.

So in 1952, when she was 43 years old, she asked a friend to teach her to drive. She learned in a nearby cemetery, the place where I learned to drive the following year and where, a generation later, I took my two sons to practice driving. The cemetery probably was my father’s idea. “Who can your mother hurt in the cemetery?” I remember him saying more than once.

For the next 45 years or so, until she was 90, my mother was the driver in the family. Neither she nor my father had any sense of direction, but he loaded up on maps — though they seldom left the city limits — and appointed himself navigator. It seemed to work.

Still, they both continued to walk a lot. My mother was a devout Catholic, and my father an equally devout agnostic, an arrangement that didn’t seem to bother either of them through their 75 years of marriage.

(Yes, 75 years, and they were deeply in love the entire time.)

He retired when he was 70, and nearly every morning for the next 20 years or so, he would walk with her the mile to St.. Augustin’s Church.
She would walk down and sit in the front pew, and he would wait in the back until he saw which of the parish’s two priests was on duty that morning. If it was the pastor, my father then would go out and take a 2-mile walk, meeting my mother at the end of the service and walking her home.

If it was the assistant pastor, he’d take just a 1-mile walk and then head back to the church. He called the priests “Father Fast” and “Father Slow.”

After he retired, my father almost always accompanied my mother whenever she drove anywhere, even if he had no reason to go along. If she were going to the beauty parlor, he’d sit in the car and read, or go take a stroll or, if it was summer, have her keep the engine running so he could listen to the Cubs game on the radio. In the evening, then, when I’d stop by, he’d explain: “The Cubs lost again. The millionaire on second base made a bad throw to the millionaire on first base, so the multimillionaire on third base scored.”

If she were going to the grocery store, he would go along to carry the bags out — and to make sure she loaded up on ice cream. As I said, he was always the navigator, and once, when he was 95 and she was 88 and still driving, he said to me, “Do you want to know the secret of a long life?”

“I guess so,” I said, knowing it probably would be something bizarre.

“No left turns,” he said.

“What?” I asked.

“No left turns,” he repeated. “Several years ago, your mother and I read an article that said most accidents that old people are in happen when they turn left in front of oncoming traffic.

As you get older, your eyesight worsens, and you can lose your depth perception, it said. So your mother and I decided never again to make a left turn.”

“What?” I said again.

“No left turns,” he said. “Think about it.. Three rights are the same as a left, and that’s a lot safer.  So we always make three rights.”

“You’re kidding!” I said, and I turned to my mother for support.
“No,” she said, “your father is right. We make three rights. It works.”
But then she added: “Except when your father loses count..”

I was driving at the time, and I almost drove off the road as I started laughing.

“Loses count?” I asked.

“Yes,” my father admitted, “that sometimes happens. But it’s not a problem. You just make seven rights, and you’re okay again.”

I couldn’t resist. “Do you ever go for 11?” I asked.

“No,” he said ” If we miss it at seven, we just come home and call it a bad day.  Besides, nothing in life is so important it can’t be put off another day or another week.”
My mother was never in an accident, but one evening she handed me her car keys and said she had decided to quit driving. That was in 1999, when she was 90.

She lived four more years, until 2003. My father died the next year, at 102.

They both died in the bungalow they had moved into in 1937 and bought a few years later for $3,000. (Sixty years later, my brother and I paid $8,000 to have a shower put in the tiny bathroom — the house had never had one. My father would have died then and there if he knew the shower cost nearly three times what he paid for the house.)

He continued to walk daily — he had me get him a treadmill when he was 101 because he was afraid he’d fall on the icy sidewalks but wanted to keep exercising — and he was of sound mind and sound body until the moment he died.

One September afternoon in 2004, he and my son went with me when I had to give a talk in a neighboring town, and it was clear to all three of us that he was wearing out, though we had the usual wide-ranging conversation about politics and newspapers and things in the news.

A few weeks earlier, he had told my son, “You know, Mike, the first hundred years are a lot easier than the second hundred.” At one point in our drive that Saturday, he said, “You know, I’m probably not going to live much longer.”

“You’re probably right,” I said.

“Why would you say that?” He countered, somewhat irritated.

“Because you’re 102 years old,” I said..

“Yes,” he said, “you’re right.” He stayed in bed all the next day.

That night, I suggested to my son and daughter that we sit up with him through the night.

He appreciated it, he said, though at one point, apparently seeing us look gloomy, he said:
“I would like to make an announcement. No one in this room is dead yet”

An hour or so later, he spoke his last words:

“I want you to know,” he said, clearly and lucidly, “that I am in no pain. I am very comfortable. And I have had as happy a life as anyone on this earth could ever have.”

A short time later, he died.

I miss him a lot, and I think about him a lot. I’ve wondered now and then how it was that my family and I were so lucky that he lived so long.

I can’t figure out if it was because he walked through life,
Or because he quit taking left turns. “

Life is too short to wake up with regrets.

So love the people who treat you right.

Forget about the one’s who don’t.

Believe everything happens for a reason.

If you get a chance,take it & if it changes your life, let it.

Nobody said life would be easy, they just promised it would most likely be worth it.”


 


 



 

 



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