Let’s Share: Lisa St. John

You ever meet anyone who you instantly connect with? Someone who is amazing, happy and authentic. That is Lisa, I met her at a writer’s conference over the weekend and I cannot begin to tell you how kind she is. She touched my heart with her generosity and sincerity.

Check out her blog.

Oh, and her poetry because it is beautiful.

https://lisastjohnblog.com/about/

Let’s Share: Mary Beth

I made a new friend at a conference I attended over the weekend. Please stop by her and visit her blog. She was absolutely delightful and kind. She definitely had an infectious smile.

Happy Monday!

https://mbcoudal.com/about/

 

Home is a Cup of Tea

This is absolutely beautiful! I just had to share it!

Longreads

Candace Rose Rardon | Longreads | July 2017 | 10 minutes (2,882 words)

Let’s play a game. It’s called, “Being You, Right Now.” Perhaps you’re reading this on your way to work, defending your corner of the train with a well-placed elbow. Or are you at home? If so, please, put the kettle on. Yes, right now. I’ll wait.

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From blog to book: 5 things I learnt along the way

This is an excellent post. Well written and very insightful. Enjoy!

a gentleman and a scholar

On December 18th, 2015, I posted a blog entry: the option for my first book, Trans Like Me, had been picked up by Virago, for UK and Commonwealth publication. It’s a year and a half later – and I’ve been in bookstores for nearly a month, with American publication scheduled for next year with Seal Press.

Trans Like Me Side view

When I first began this blog, back in 2010, I never imagined that what I wrote and explored here would form the foundation of a book. I did want to write a book about gender – about being transgender in particular – but always figured it would be an academic text with a long and referential name. I’d seen people blogging with the express intention of getting a book deal, and wasn’t impressed – the results too often veered between transparent and inauthentic, and flat-out desperate.

But plans pan out in odd ways…

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Slow Days

There are some days that just drag on and on without any end in sight.

Is this statement dramatic? YUP! After all I am permitted, on occasion, to be extreme. What would life be without sporadic embellishments?

I am consumed by, well — at the moment nothing. I oft think about everything all at once with no end in sight. Typically, my mind runs off creating a series of many things while trying to maintain some semblance of sanity through the chaos.

As of late my mind is quiet.

The storm has quieted, quit, left, dispersed even.

The days seem slower and a little longer, but before I know it—it’s tomorrow.

Slow but quick —this my friends is what I am going to call an oxymoron-juxtaposing-phrase! And that is how I am quantifying the whole of my existences at the moment. The day goes on and then, changes with the blink of an eye, but continuously drags throughout time.

This too shall pass.

All things in life pass, everything changes , nothing is ever as it was before. Slow days pass too, they become fleeting moments when least expected.

Now, don’t get me wrong I rather enjoy this slow pace and thoughtless mind.

There was  a point in my life I was constantly on the go. Always doing something, running my kids here and there and I kept busy, so busy that I stressed myself out. That is the routine that all of us are trained to adhere to.  I was convinced that my life was supposed to be like that. I think we all think that we are supposed to be so busy that you should never have free time.

Somehow we believe that free time is bad.

I realize now that free time is what we all need. Slow days give you time to realize that our lives are insignificant fleeting moments in time. We should not waste the moments pretending, analyzing, rushing around, scheduling time with friend and overworking ourselves into the ground.

Be happy, silly, immature and love those who mean something to you because, in the end, we are all worm food. It does not matter if your casket is made of solid gold or a wooden box eventually your flesh will rot away and so will mine.

One day I will slowly return to the Earth and I don’t want to do so overworked and stressed. I want to know that I slowed down just enough to watch my daughters grow and laugh with them. I want to keep building memories with those who mean something to me and I am going to create my own way against the current of popular belief.

Enjoy every slow day you get!

 

 

 

Let’s Share: Rick Subber on Dr. Seuss

I love Dr. Seuss and when someone writes about him I get all giddy inside. Check out my friend’s blog, Richard Subber is an author and poet. He provides his readers with a variety of topics from book reviews to original poetry and everything in between.

Please check it out and subscribe!

The wisdom of Dr. Seuss

 

Liebster Award

Thank you very much to K.D. Dowdall for nominating me for the Liebster Award! I am humbled to be recognized by other bloggers. Please visit K.D. Dowdall at: https://karendowdall.com/  and you will find a beautifully written and thoughtful blog.

The Rules:

  • Say thank you to the person who nominated you for the award.
  • Answer the 11 questions you have been asked.
  • Nominate and notify 11 bloggers for the award.
  • Ask those you have nominated 11 questions.

The Questions:

  1. Why did you choose book blogging over something else?

It came at the suggestion of my English Professor Charles French. He kept suggesting it and one day I decided to try it!

  1. What is one thing you’re really passionate about beside books?

My daughters and education. These two go hand in hand. I noticed that there was a clear difference in the education they received when we lived in a poor neighborhood vs. when we moved into a township. I made the decision to move so that my children can attend a better school. The funny thing is that these schools were in the same school district one school served a poor neighborhood and the other didn’t. These schools were also less than a mile away from each other. So I tell everyone who will listen about what I experienced because it is my ultimate belief that education is the most important equalizer we have as a society and when school in the same district provide different education based on resources then I believe that is a problem.

  1. Have your reading tastes changed over the years?

I guess they have but I am not really sure.

  1. What is your favorite vacation spot?

Vacation? Me… I am way over due for one.

  1. Do you collect anything (other than books)?

Yarn, I crochet. I buy yarn because in my mind I am going to make a new hat or a pair of gloves with the beautiful yarn I see in front of me. I have several projects started but they are all put away for the summer.

  1. What has been your favorite book so far this year?

Shadow of the Wind by Carlos Ruis Zafon, a magical book that sweeps you away into the pages. There are books and then there are books. This is the latter the vivid imagery and connection to the this story made this one of those books that will remain with me forever. I loved it so much I picked up the Spanish copy to read it and two more of his books.

  1. What is one law you would change if you could?

When I am President I will let you know the answer to this.

  1. If you had to donate money to a charity, which one would you choose?

Honestly, I would start my own.

  1. What is your favorite genre to read?

Anything Ray Bradbury, I like historical fiction, science-fiction and… Books, books are my favorite genre to read.

  1. 1 What is your dream car?

Well, I had my dream car until the accident so now I just want a good car with all-wheel drive winters are brutal some years.

  1. What do you consider your greatest accomplishment?

Well, after many years I would say completing my degree is one of those accomplishments. I recently just finished my BA this year, which is exciting after the many years of part-time school, full-time work and raising children I received Latin honors of Cum Laude, although I curse my final A-, which stood between me and my Magna. Other than that, my daughters are my biggest accomplishment, they never cease to amaze me. Sometimes they speak and leave me in awe because they really do pay attention and they really are taking in more than I thought they were.  Although, the world needs to be forewarned they really are like their mother.

They are my  yin-yang, as if one of me wasn’t enough for the world.

My nominees:

I don’t have any this time around. Those I wanted to nominate have the award already or have it listed that they are an award free blog but here are a few of my favs for you to check out

https://mirissaprice.wordpress.com/

https://comicallyquirky.com/

https://karendowdall.com/

https://theagingsub.wordpress.com/

https://charlesfrenchonwordsreadingandwriting.wordpress.com/

Observing The Classroom

I had the opportunity to sit in a classroom and observe.

No mandatory participation just observation.

I was able to observe the learning I long participated in for a little more than a decade of my life; in between student and professor, I was neither one. I was able to sit and watch the learning of newcomers to an experience that I have completed.

Observing the prolific professor discuss the content and watch the students take in learning was a different and yet important experience.  Watching the students with their different learning styles take in the knowledge then share what they thought gave me something to think about.

As a student I am always concerned with either one of three things:

  1. How much do I have to participate today? (This depends on the discussion
    of the classroom, but never applies to an independent study.)
  2. What tidbits of information do I have to pay real attention to?
  3. When is the break? (Three-hour evening courses require a break.)

The great thing about simply sitting in a class and listening with no real stake in the game  was observing.

The art of teaching and the art of learning are intertwined.

Watching nervous students learn about their voice and how to express their thoughts is quite fascinating.

Opening up a mind is a fascinating thing; guiding the student to step into the pool of knowledge, tapping into a new found wisdom is the purpose of teaching. What I saw from the perspective of neither student nor teacher was a flower in bloom.

The student beginning to open up to the sunlight nourished by the water of knowledge that feeds you until full bloom; the light of learning grows you.

I am biased about reading and learning but I truly believe there is a sort of magic that happens in a classroom, a magic that roams the halls of education; an aura of transition lingers anywhere you learn.

Taking a step back from learning and viewing from a different perspective; I was able to observe the active process of learning and teaching.

Reflecting on the things I have seen; the teachers and professors I have experienced I have realized that the best instructors are those who can connect with their students; those who can ignite a spark over and over again without effort.  Those teachers who do not stand on their pedagogy and recite and retell their pretentious styles or flaunt their letters; but rather those who are not scared to have a real discussion with their students and tell them what is fucked up in their discipline, what is out there in the real world, those who take the time to listen to ideas and those who can engage the mind are those who have the biggest impact. It is those professors who give you the tools but do not tell you where or how to dig for knowledge but work with you in your excavation for personal truth are the ones who shape and guide the changes of tomorrow.

Educators come in all shapes and forms and professions, they are not restricted to a classroom. Sharing knowledge and wisdom in a way that alters a mind, even just one is what matters most. Not the theories or methods or the discipline itself but rather the learning.

Learning is the process that creates ideas and alters thought process which leads to growth.

I did not simply observe a classroom today, I learned.

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Let’s Share: Millie Schmidt on Editing

I found this post to be quite delightful. Check it out

When most people finish their first draft they have no idea of the mind-numbing and heroic journey they are about to embark on. Finishing the first draft is only the beginning… as editing may be one of the hardest f—— things you’ll ever do. Here are the nine stages of editing your novel (with cats of […]

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