Goodnight, Sweet Oreo <3

I have been dreading writing this post, but I must share it with you, dear readers, because it’s a huge part of my life.

Our darling Oreo passed over the Rainbow Bridge 12 days ago. He had heart disease and lymphoma that led to a sudden, fated eventuality. He has found peace, and we’re trying to find some, too.

We are heartbroken, but we are finding comfort in the MANY beautiful memories he gave us. He inspired love and joy in so many, and I think that’s how we should remember him. I think he still has that job.

We’ve been looking at the thousands of photos he graciously let us take, putting them in frames on our walls, re-ingraining them in our minds. From the first to the last, he was always precious and lovable.

The day after we brought him home ❤

The night before we had to say goodbye ❤

His many of his fans around the world (!) have sent us condolences, memories of him, and keepsakes that have given us comfort, too. For animal lovers, these babies are more like family members than “pets.” I am forever grateful for the supportive guinea pig devotee community that has shared love and grief with us.

The crematorium made each of my family members a set of footprints from Oreo. What a treasure. ❤

Thank you so much to MJ from Caden’s Corner for making this beautiful, perfect painted rock model of Oreo, pictured here with his long-distance girlfriend, Patrice from Australia.

Thanks to the many posts in tribute to Oreo, including this one from his best friend, Erik, the Special One in France:

It hasn’t been an easy time for us, but the pain is worth the enormous love and joy Oreo gave to us. He taught us patience, unconditional love, and strength. Rest well, my darling baby boy, and may you be popcorning in happiness over the Rainbow Bridge with Chad. See you again someday, my angel. ❤

Happy Mother’s Day!

Happy Mother’s Day to all mother figures out there–biological and adoptive moms; teachers/counselors; fur-baby-moms (me!); and anyone who’s ever loved someone in a nurturing way.

I’d like to wish a special Mother’s Day to my own mom. I’m blessed to have such a strong, loving, kind role model in my life, let alone to call her my mother. She’s always taught my sister and me that we should reach for our dreams and determine our own lives, never letting someone or something else hold us back. More than anyone else, she’s taught me how to treat others with kindness, even if it’s difficult. (Please read this poem for one of my defining memories with my mother from childhood.) Over the years, my mom has never stopped being my mother, but now I’m lucky to call her my friend, too.

Here are a couple of pictures from about a month ago, when my mom and I went to the Chicago Flower and Garden Show together. Gardening is something we’ve dabbled with (her, much more than me!) together since I was little. We had so much fun learning about pollination and edible gardens, but what was most fun was the time we spent together. 🙂 ❤

I am also blessed to be a mom to this precious baby:

Cuddle time with Oreo ❤

and this one in Heaven:

Smooches with Chad ❤

Our Mother’s Day this year was pretty laid-back. My mom is an AMAZING cook, but today, she got a break from the kitchen, as the rest of us pitched in for meals. 🙂 We enjoyed spending time together; giving cards and gifts; and watching some Game of Thrones. Jennifer and I have a pedicure booked for our mom next week, when salons will be a bit less crazy, hopefully. 😉

Also, something I’ve been aware of this year especially is that this can be a hard holiday for some people. A radio station posted this on Facebook, and I think it expresses sympathy and comfort perfectly:

And finally, to end this on an upbeat note…Buzzfeed posted this excellent list of “19 Badass Literary Mothers Who Need to be Celebrated.” Well, the title pretty much sums it up–and I must say, I agree with as much of the list as I’m familiar with–and like yesterday’s list, it’s added more to my ever-growing “To Be Read” list. 🙂 Molly Weasley of Harry Potter and Catelyn Stark of Game of Thrones top the list–check it out!

Happy March!

Just a quick post to say “Happy March!” to you, dear readers!

Jell-Jell’s outfit has been changed accordingly, thanks to Jennifer (see sidebar, but also):

I’m so excited it’s March, because that means winter’s almost over. Of course, this weekend has been full of bitter cold, but not for long! Oreo says he saw some green today, and he wanted to share his discovery with you.

What does March mean to you, dear readers? Here’s to hoping it’s full of luck and green for all of us. 🙂

Happy Valentine’s Day from Oreo and Chad

Happy Valentine’s Day from two precious piggies. Who needs cherubs, when you have these cuties?

The valentine I made for Jennifer. Oreo is very affectionate! ❤

Oreo is getting some Valentine’s snuggles in with my mom. 🙂

So much snuggling can make even the most loving piggy snoozy…

Love was often on Chad’s mind; he enjoyed cuddles. (RIP Chad. <3)

Happy Valentine’s Day to you, dear readers! 

Merry Christmas from Piggies Past and Present

Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays to you, dear readers! I hope you have a chance to relax and enjoy the holidays with loved ones.

While I did have to work today, it ended up being pretty fun, culminating in a gorgeous Christmas Eve Mass with my family at the chapel where I work.

The holiday season has been an absolute whirlwind of fun, but exhausting activity! Come to think of it, life has been a whirlwind lately, too, a mix of good and…well, difficult. More on that in my upcoming year-end reflection.

I’m looking forward to pajamas, egg nog bread pudding, present exchange, carols, and cuddles!

Speaking of cuddles–the holidays are an especially great time for that. Here are two Christmas cuties of past and present.

Our first guinea pig, Chad, is officially a Christmas angel now, whom we feel with us all-year-round. ❤

Photo: Merry Christmas! I asked Santa for a fun towel path I can run on to my heart's content. I also hope I find some Orchard Grass in my stocking! What did you ask for this year? :)

Oreo, our present guinea pig, is also a lovebug. ❤

Merry Christmas to all, and to all, a good night!

Top Ten Tuesday: 13 Worst Things That Can Happen While You’re Reading

Happy Tuesday night, readers! Because our weekend energy has officially worn off, but our love for reading can never be quenched (even with book reviews like the one I did yesterday–check it out if you haven’t), Bad Things are more prone to happen whilst we read than on the weekends.

I thought this list by Doubleday on Buzzfeed did a perfectly hilarious job of illustrating this concept. I think we readers can relate to most of these, although perhaps in less dramatic ways (only slightly less, for #1). [My personal thoughts are interjected in pink in brackets.]

1. You spill your coffee.

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[Seriously. I have a reputation at work, even with my “spill-proof” mug.]

2. Your subway car gets crowded.

Your subway car gets crowded.

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[Hopefully, someone has text on the back of his/her shirt around you to tide you over, trite or vulgar as it may be.]

3. You still have to go to work or school.

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Even though you JUST GOT TO THE BEST PART!
[Seriously. Book hangover? Sometimes, I walk into work with a British accent from an audiobook and catch it just in time–so far.]

4. Your favorite character dies.

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[This is terrible. I need at least 10 minutes by myself to collect myself, and even then, only pictures of Oreo keep my chin up.]

5. Your bookmark falls out.

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[The worst! I NEVER fold corners, though I know I’m unusual on this one.]

6. Your favorite author’s new book is a total flop.

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Even the best of us writers need an editor who will stand up to us…]

7. You have to go to the bathroom…

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and you’re in public so you can’t take the book with you.
[eBooks on a mobile phone? Just saying. Don’t sweat it, Ralphie.]

8. Papercuts

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Battle scars, my friend.]

9. You Discover A Missing Page

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Or a scratched audiobook disc that NO ONE saw fit to mention in the “damage report” to the library…really guys, where were you raised?! When this happens to me, I can’t move on without finding an unabridged copy. You might miss the best part!!]

10. Someone tells you the surprise twist ending.

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I get really emotional about this. I literally scream “NO!” at least once, usually three times, and stomp around (right, Jennifer? <3). What has been spoiled cannot be unspoiled. It’s kind of like if a fortune teller told you how you’d die without your asking.]

11. You start to get car sick on a long trip.

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[Also terrible, unless you’re alone, in which case–audiobooks!]

12. You left your book somewhere.

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[Or it happens three or four times with the same book (1984), and you resign yourself to never finishing it. You can’t bear to be the executor of such mistreatment.]

13. You have to wait for your friends to finish a book so you can FINALLY talk about it

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[Yes! Although, I’m guilty of this, too. Jessie has been begging us both to read Allegiant, and I know it’s torturing her…sorry, dear. ❤ I have such a long TBR list!! She’s a voracious reader, even during a full-time college schedule, and she outpaces me every time! A good one to have on my reading superhero team. 😉
Sometimes, when I’m waiting for someone to read a book, I even have to ask the friend to summarize plots again for me by the time s/he gets around to it, since my mind is already deep into another book.
But, one of the many wonders of the internet, and WordPress especially, is that it is a ready huge network of fans of every book imaginable.]

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I hope your week is full of lovely reading and minimal disasters, dear readers! Join me this Thursday for a special reflective post on my 7th anniversary of a miracle that changed my life forever–the day that started a journey of not only surviving my traumatic brain injury, but also learning about true strength and love. I promise it will be a happy post. 🙂

David Litwack Novel Publicity Blog Tour Day 4–”There Comes a Prophet” Excerpt

Good evening, readers! Today marks day four of David Litwack’s whirlwind blog tour for Novel Publicity. Much of my day was spent with this little cutie-pie, while we read Litwack’s first novel, There Comes a Prophet together. It’s easy to lose track of time with an adorable cuddle buddy like Oreo, especially when paired with a good book.

Oreo makes a fabulous reading companion and doubles as a hand-warmer. ❤

The book is really interesting, and I am finishing it up in order to write a review for it, which I will post tomorrow, the last day of the blog tour.

There Comes a Prophet is David Litwack’s debut novel, a dark dystopia set in a harsh alternate world, starring three brave teenagers.

Today, I will be posting a few excerpts from this book. They all represent different important aspects of this world. The second excerpt is my personal favorite; I found it really dark and creepy. I think the author did a good job of writing a torture scene in a somber, concrete way, without being gruesome. I sympathized so much for the character, and yet, with that guilty bystander effect inherent to readers, I kept rereading that part to absorb the scene–fascinated and horrified at the same time.

I hope you enjoy these excerpts. Visit my blog tomorrow for my review of the book. 🙂

Excerpt from There Comes a Prophet

Please enjoy this series of excerpts from the deep, dark dystopia, There Comes a Prophet, by David Litwack. Then read on to learn how you can win huge prizes as part of this blog tour, including a Kindle Fire, $650 in Amazon gift cards, and 5 autographed copies of each book.

1: The Longing

“Is this what you want me to do, Orah, run like a coward?”

“Not to run, but to be careful, especially with the vicar so near.”

“Only one in three are taken.”

“It’s not worth the risk, Nathaniel. Or have you forgotten the look of those who have been taught? The far off stare, the dreams seemingly ripped away.”

Dreams ripped away. What good were dreams if they stayed unfulfilled? Since coming of age the month before, Nathaniel had brooded on one thought — life was passing him by.

2: The Teaching

Thomas stared out, trying to see to the opposite wall. It had to be close, because he could feel his boots pressing against it. But try as he would, he couldn’t penetrate the darkness. There was no glimmer to help, only the darkest dark he’d ever known. No moon, no stars, no hint of light. A dark to haunt one’s dreams.

Sometimes, he’d startle to the grating of the ceiling cover being removed. Light would pour into the room, flooding him with exhilaration…He’d stand, stretch his stiff limbs and look into the plump faces of the vicars surrounding him, seniors all with their decorated hats. They, in turn, would look down on him sympathetically before beginning a litany of the horrors of the darkness…

3: The Secret 

Nathaniel had forgotten his dilemma. The idea of the keep had awakened something in him he thought he’d lost forever.

“But who’ll solve the puzzle?”

“The founders of the keep believed a new generation would arise that would seek the truth at all costs, even at the risk of their lives. Some few from that generation would take the lead. These would be called seekers, and their task would be to solve the puzzle and rediscover the keep.”

“But what’s in the keep?”

“The chain started so long ago, Nathaniel. Even the keepers don’t know any more. The keep may not even exist.”

“Ancient magic?”

“More. Something the Temple fears. Something that might change the world.”

Nathaniel’s hands were shaking. I’d be a seeker if I could.

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Along the Watchtower tells of a tragic warrior lost in two worlds; a woman who may be his only way back from Hell. Get it on AmazonBarnes & Noble, or iTunes.

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Summer Heat

Hello readers! It certainly feels like summer around here. Whenever anyone would ask me as a kid what my favorite season was, my answer, without hesitation, was summer. It wasn’t because it meant a break from school (I actually liked school, surprise surprise). It was because everything was ripe for adventure. Even as a kid, I knew when temperatures rise–weather, tempers, passions–that’s when things happen.

For my sister and me, those adventures usually consisted of running through a sprinkler, chasing an ice cream truck, or paddling down the Amazon River (a.k.a. pushing each other in a wagon around in circles in our basement–the person in front steered). It looked something like this:

Boating down the Amazon River. (Posted by RayEindhoven)

But as adults, it seems like we get less opportunities to be so carefree and celebrate the heat. We can’t exactly kick off our high heels and bolt out of our offices in pursuit of frozen desserts. Running through sprinklers on the way to work might result in a soggy, unprofessional day, with things we don’t have to worry about as kids.

In "Seinfeld," Elaine inadvertently gets sprayed by a sidewalk hose and gets the wrong kind of attention

In “Seinfeld,” Elaine inadvertently gets sprayed by a sidewalk hose and gets the wrong kind of attention.

Another thing we have to worry about as adults is our hair–or we’re supposed to, anyway. For ladies with thick, frizzy hair, like me, it’s almost pointless to style your hair in the summer. Just twenty minutes outside in humid air inspires great creativity by your locks, and they usually each have their own idea of how to behave.

Selfies in the summer = sunny frizz

Selfies in the summer = sunny frizz

But if hair can have creativity, so can we. It almost seems like the older we get, the less “license” we have to carefree summer days. What would be an exciting announcement as a child: “It’s hot outside!!!” has turned into complaints of “It’s hot outside.” I caught myself being guilty of this, especially on the day of the unfortunate selfie above, and I had to remind myself to enjoy the heat while it lasts. There’s no other season when everything is so alive; wildlife sounds are around-the-clock, from morning larks to moonlight crickets. All the flowers are in bloom, bursting forth with every color imaginable, better than a painting. Last summer, we had a terrible drought, but this year, it seems like all the plants are making up for lost time, partying twice as hard. Lots of our trees and flowers are already on their second bloom, which is unusual but certainly a lovely surprise.

One of the most recent fun thing I got to do outside was to have lunch with my dad when he visited me at work. I think this is one of the best parts of his being retired. 🙂

OPB and me having lunch outside of MJ

Other really fun outdoors-eating opportunities were the barbecue my mom did for Independence Day and a picnic at the Morton Arboretum when we saw the Chicago Symphony Orchestra’s Tchaikovsky concert. We used to eat outside all the time as kids, and but I usually forget how much fun it is till there’s an occasion for it. It’s wonderful to experience nature all around you like that–definitely more interesting than TV!

Another annual hallmark of summer for me is the Anderson’s Bookshop Sidewalk Sale. It’s one of my very favorite times of the year! I think they do a fantastic job of selecting excellent books for their shelves. I really appreciate how they give their customers a chance to purchase some copies that might have gotten slightly bent on the shelves, rather than throwing them away. Since it fell on a day where I had to work, I made sure to bring extra-comfy shoes with me in the car because I knew I’d be perusing for hours! Here is my Tweet of the event, in case you didn’t see it earlier on my sidebar. You can follow me on Twitter by clicking the widget on the right. If you don’t have a Twitter account, you can still get my Tweets texted to you by texting this message (inside the quotation marks) to 40404: “Follow @Amanda_K_Fowler”. I post to my Twitter and Facebook Page more often than my blog, for the simple fact that those mediums are more conducive to quick pictures and updates than the lengthy posts typical of a blog. You can also follow my Facebook Page on the right sidebar widget or by clicking here.

Tweet: My wallet is lighter, but I’m many #books richer & a whole lot happier after my FAVORITE event all year! @AndersonsBkshp sidewalk sale

I realized that summer is still my favorite month, and I’ve resolved to be more open to being inspired by it. I actually wrote two haiku earlier this week about summer, and I’d like to share them. Which do you like better–or do you think they belong together?

Damp air clings to all;
Full blossoms turn to the sun.
Feel: the breath of life.

All is gold and haze:
Light stretches on forever.
Earth is loud with life.

Haiku aren’t really supposed to use much punctuation, but it’s really hard for me to leave it out. 😉 Haiku is a poetry form that originated in Japan, and it is famous for short, poignant illustration of a moment, especially in nature. The Americanized breakdown of the lines is the standard 5-7-5 syllables rule for the lines, but the origin is more complex. This website does a good job of instruction and explanation.

While we’re talking about summer fun, I’d like to make a mention on safety for our pets. It’s pretty easy for us as humans to find ways to find ways to keep cool and have fun in the sun. For our furry friends, it’s less easy, and I think it’s important for us to remember to help them when possible. My parents just came up with this contraption for Oreo, when he’s out on his play area.

Oreo drinking water from his new water bottle stand.

Oreo drinking water from his new water bottle stand.

He seems to love it! He does drink a lot more when it’s hot outside. He’s so polite that he won’t “wheek” or make any sound when he’s thirsty; he simply stands on the edge of his play area and looks at the water bottle until it’s convenient enough for you to notice him. As I’m sure you can imagine, this is adorable, but we wanted to make sure he could access water whenever he needs, even if we’re busy enough that we don’t notice him for a little bit. This contraption is inexpensive and really safe: two milk crates fastened by wire ties, with the water bottle’s spring wire-tied around the grate. This is the water bottle we use. We love it, because it’s glass, so we don’t have to worry about toxins from plastic, and it’s really easy to clean with hot water and dish soap. It’s really important for guinea pigs to be in temperatures in the range of 68-77° F; it’s very easy for them to get heat stroke, because they don’t sweat or pant. Other ways to keep them cool are to put a plate or tile in the fridge or freezer overnight and then put it in the guinea’s living/play area. The guinea then can lie down on top of it to cool off. Another idea is to wrap a frozen water bottle in a towel and put it in the living/play area for piggies to snuggle up against. I know these ideas also work for rabbits and chinchillas. Luckily, our guineas have never had trouble from the heat, but since it’s such a serious problem that can happen very quickly, I like to share tips with people when I can.

I’d also like to share a bit of news from the Book World. Remember my post about #bookgate? Far from calming down, the controversy is still heated–to the point that Library Director Deb Lissak will be leaving the library, a mutual decision between her and the Board of Directors. The library has promised to be more candid about its weeding process. While open meetings have been held, patrons’ feelings are mixed about the future of the library. Updated stats show that nearly 10,000 nonfiction books were removed before the weeding was stopped, approximating 32% of the affected sections before the weeding was stopped. Luckily, at least 259 boxes are going to be returned by Better World Books, but the fate of books sent to other places is still unknown. The News-Gazette posted a good update on July 12, if you’d like to read about it.

Echoing Urbana, the Highland Park, MI Renaissance High School has a bookgate of its own going on. Residents of the area found much of the 10,000-piece collection of books, films, and other materials from the African American History section of the school library in school dumpsters. Some of the materials were rare and irreplaceable, and luckily, residents, including historian Paul Lee, were able to rescue about 1000 of the books. Donald Weatherspoon, the city’s Emergency Manager, has said the purge was a mistake, but that the school could not afford to house such a large collection. Andre Davis, vice president and secretary of that school board, has since stepped down from the post in protest, announcing his disagreement with Weatherspoon’s management. The salvaged materials are going to be donated to museums and libraries. Please read Detroit Free Press’s article for more information.

Another big announcement came earlier this week when Random House and Penguin Publishers merged. The “Big 6” is now the “Big 5.” Feelings are mixed on this one, too. As a reader, I’m not sure if we’ll be impacted very much. The two different publishing companies seemed to publish very different content, and as long as they can still maintain that array, I think readers will be happy. There are lots of predictions all over the web about whether or not this is a doomsday for modern literature, but honestly, I think it’s much too early to know. Plus, you know me; I like to think “jelly-side-up.” 😉 I think there’s a good chance things will be much the same as usual. To read about the merger, I recommend Publishers Weekly’s article.

Another bookish announcement is more personal. I have been selected by Novel Publicity & Co. to participate in some blog tours for different books. This means I will be posting my honest reviews of those books right here, on my blog. They’ll be on the home page, but you’ll also be able to access them under the “Reviews: Books” pull-down on my top menu. I’ll still be posting about my own life and writing, too; you just might start seeing some more posts. The two books I have on my plate at the moment are from the fantasy genre, with a possible third that is also fantasy.

I hope you enjoy the rest of your weekend, as well as the rest of your summer! Remember to go enjoy the heat, whether that involves a Good Humor bar, smelling flowers, or avoiding hoses. 😉

A Storm of Skies and Pages: “Bookgate”

Happy Friday, everyone! The day started out sunny around here but suddenly turned into torrential thunderstorms in the afternoon.

Speaking of storms, there’s a big scandal going on in the book community right now. That means, at the very least, you can count on an epic and well-written battle. The Urbana Free Library, which is a public library in Urbana, Illinois–near, but not associated with UIUC, is under massive scrutiny for their “purge” this week of thousands of nonfiction books. The criteria for purging? Anything over ten years old. As you can imagine, this lit a beacon in the minds of book fans, having been warned of such dystopian behavior in Farenheit 451 and Libyrinth.

Beacons are better than pigeons: Gondor announces war.
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The best articles I’ve found on the overall coverage of the event are by the News-Gazette and Book Riot (@BookRiot on Twitter). Smilepolitely.com has a good article on the library staff’s responses to the event.

The News-Gazette, East Central Illinois’s newspaper–and a direct competitor the UIUC newspaper I used to write for (sorry Daily Illini…I love you both…): Urbana Free Library patrons express concern over size and speed of book culling”
BookRiot, a book news source: “Bookgate: When Urbana Free Library Purged Thousands of Books”
Smilepolitely, Champaign-Urbana’s online magazine: “Miscommunication, or Mismanagement?”

In fact, the scandal has spawned a catchy hashtag for the event–and it’s trending right now in the Twittersphere: #bookgate. I suppose it makes sense that the most prolific Twitter writers would also be book fans. But it’s not just an online sensation; emergency city council meetings were held, too.

“Weeding” is a natural, necessary task–in nature and in the library. It may hurt our hearts to pull out bright dandelions (they’re flowers, too!) or irrelevant books (How to Clean Your Typewriter in Just Ten Hours), but the truth is, without maintenance, those extraneous items can choke out your lawn–or your library. New books will always be written, and space is finite–so what do you do with outdated or irrelevant materials?

One option is reselling. As a bibliophile, I enjoy visiting different bookstores and libraries. I appreciate when they try to sell old copies of books, movies, and CDs that they need to get rid of–either because they have too many copies or because people are no longer interested in the content. I usually try to visit whenever I hear my local ones are having a sale going; I have found treasures for under $1! Sometimes, I discover things I never would have found otherwise; the shelves are expansive, and I might not even have thought to look at a certain topic. In particular, I have found reference books to be a gem. OK, so a musical history book might only go till 1950–which might not be popular, but it just so happens that my interest in pop music pretty much stops at around that time period. 😉 I love filling my imaginary bookshelves of my dream library with quirky and unusual books. Lots of books, period.

“This is all you think about when you picture your dream home.” –Buzzfeed’s “25 Signs You’re Addicted to Books”

The Library Journal also lists some clever possibilities for upcycling books if truly no one wants them.

The problem for Urbana Free Library was more in the way they culled than the act of culling itself–and protesters have said as much. In my opinion, a ten-year-old book would be irrelevant if it is proven incorrect by more current research/data, but I think those types of materials are more often found in specialized university science collections, not public libraries. Biographies, typographical studies, ancient histories, and so many other topics would rarely be updated–and even if they were, someone else might still find use for the content in the older books.

The “other religions” section of the Urbana Free Library now–note almost all of the foreground is empty. Are religions really updated that often? (Image from smilepolitely.com)

What troubles me is I can’t find any information about what happened to these thousands of books except that they were “sent away”–to an incinerator? To a dump? How often is this happening, and at how many libraries? So many areas in the world could use these materials, if only to learn how to read, so I sure hope they weren’t discarded outright. I know I will be following #bookgate to see what comes of the scandal. I read that there is a possibility some boxes are still around; let’s hope so. At this time, the library director is still denying culpability and avoiding questions; the public is crying out for her replacement. On a personal level, I’m sad this has happened, because I really loved this library.

Like we learned in Farenheit 451, books are a reflection of life, culture, and humanity when they are written–and I think that goes doubly so for nonfiction. Hopefully, #bookgate has caught enough attention to be a real-life example of why this shouldn’t ever happen again.

I don’t feel like ending on a somber note on this Friday night, so here are some guinea pigs enjoying some books. –humanesociety.org

Happy Mother’s Day

Hello hello! I’m happy to be back on here to write for you more. My memoir event went extremely well, and I will write a post about that at length very soon. Thank you so much for everyone who supported me with that!

Today is a very special day: Mother’s Day! Am I the only one who ponders the punctuation on that holiday for a long time before writing it out? (Probably.) I actually reasoned in the past that it would be “Mothers’ Day,” since it is a day celebrating all mothers, therefore suggesting the usage of the plural possessive (i.e., the apostrophe outside the “s”). However, today, I thought I’d better double-check that, since I am writing it somewhere ever so important and official as my blog. 😉 This is what I discovered on Wikipedia:

In 1912, Anna Jarvis trademarked the phrases “second Sunday in May” and “Mother’s Day”, and created the Mother’s Day International Association.[8] She specifically noted that “Mother’s” should “be a singular possessive, for each family to honor its mother, not a plural possessive commemorating all mothers of the world.”[9] This is also the spelling used by U.S. President Woodrow Wilson in the law making official the holiday in the United States, by the U.S. Congress in relevant bills,[10][11] and by various U.S. presidents in their proclamations concerning Mother’s Day.[12]

Well, who am I to argue with tradition? I do understand the rationale behind the singular possessive use. So, now that we are all further enlightened, I will tell you about my Mother‘s Day. 🙂

I am so lucky to have such a wonderful mom with whom I can ask or share anything. A lot of my friends called her the “cool mom” while we were growing up, because I could ask her any embarrassing question and she would always give me an unabashed, thorough answer. (There are so many things that seem embarrassing to a young girl, things about her own self, things about the other gender, etc.) My sister and I had a wonderful childhood, and we’re both so proud of our mom, who’s taught us not only how to be a good woman, but how to be a good person. My mom didn’t have a lot while she was growing up, but she had strong dreams, and she studied hard, read many books, got great grades, and made a career for herself. When she met my dad in college, it was pretty much love at first sight, and they got married and started a future together–a future that eventually included Jennifer and me. 🙂 I really admire my parents’ relationship for how much they’ve been through together and how each obstacle only brings them closer together.

I think the evolution of a mother-daughter relationship is fascinating and can be beautiful. Jennifer and I are so lucky in that our mom is still our mom–that is, she will urge us to go to bed if we are up late but have work the next day (ahem), and she is still the very best at getting stains out of clothing, no matter how many times she shows us how–but she is more than just our mom. She is one of our best friends now. We love to hang out with her; she’s so much fun, and she has a great sense of humor–one that she no longer has to keep PG-13. 😉 We will never stop learning from her, but what is so touching is that she now says she learns from us. She, along with the rest of my family, is one of my biggest cheerleaders, always encouraging and inspiring me, even when I may doubt myself. She celebrates my successes more than her own, and she is one of the kindest and most genuine people I know.

Close-up of me, our mom, and Jennifer at the Downton Abbey Tea Event last month

Close-up of me, our mom, and Jennifer at the Downton Abbey Tea Event last month

Although we already celebrated Mother’s Day, we had a nice, quiet day together today. My dad made a big breakfast and dinner, which was really sweet, not to mention delicious. 😉

Mother’s Day has a different meaning to me now, too, that I am a mom (of guinea pigs!), myself. I have been the very blessed mommy of two wonderful guinea pig boys: Chad and Oreo. I have learned so much about unconditional love and parenting from both of them. I know a human baby will bring a totally different set of challenges, but I would guess the love is much the same. I’m sure all of the pet parents out there would agree that there is no other love like the bond you feel as a parent to a darling who will always be dependent on you in some ways–but that does sound a lot like a traditional “child,” now that I think about it. 🙂

Mother's Day Morning Cuddles: Oreo and Me

Mother’s Day Morning Cuddles: Oreo and Me

If you’ve already been following my blog for a bit, you’ll notice my babies have been the subject of several of my posts and poems. In case you missed it, here is a post with a poem I wrote about Chad and Oreo. You can find a few other poems about them in my archives, like this one.

So Happy Mother’s Day to all the moms out there! I am especially grateful for my babies who make me a mom; for my “Marianjoy mom,” Char, who always looks out for me; for my boyfriend’s mom, who gives me great advice; and for my own mom, who has nurtured me all my life and helped shape me into the person I am today. 🙂