- Autobiography is the story of a person’s life, written by that person, focused on facts and things that happened.
- Biography is the story of a person's life, written by someone else, focused on facts and things that happened.
- Memoir is the story of a person's life, written by that person, but focused on a particular theme or idea. So a memoir is more limited.
- Oughtobiography is a story of a person's life, written by that person, with the focus on what she feels she ought to have done (or ought to do) before she dies.
Wednesday, June 30, 2021
Tuesday, June 29, 2021
I call this photo "Rainy Days and Mondays" from the song. It's what I saw out my window at 2:00 pm yesterday, which just happened to be a Monday.
Monday, June 28, 2021
Sunday, June 27, 2021
The book I'm reading now is The Old Girls' Network by Judy Leigh (2020, fiction). It's never too late to change. After a health scare, 77-year-old Barbara goes to convalesce in the English country village of Winsley Green where her sister Pauline lives. The sisters are very different — Barbara is outspoken and aloof, and Pauline is good-natured — so tensions rise. When Pauline accidentally knocks down a man named Bisto Mulligan, she finds herself with a second house-guest. It becomes apparent as he is recovering that Bisto is not who he first seemed and, as they get to know the kind of man he really is, it’s clear he could change their lives.
Friday, June 25, 2021
The night I decided to confront the middle school coach who called my son the N-word, my hands were stained with permanent marker from making signs for the Special Olympics. While my son, the very one called a n***** by a White forty-something grown man, slept in the next bedroom, I obsessed over two things: the exact dressing-down I'd give the coach and the fact that I would go into the meeting with dirty hands — which would be an enormous problem because I talk with my hands.
Thursday, June 24, 2021
Plans for Delcrest Plaza are still changing. I photographed my laptop screen to get these two pictures when I attended the Planning Commission meeting via Zoom Wednesday evening. I posted photos of what used to be there when it was being demolished in May, and I posted earlier plans in 2020.
Wednesday, June 23, 2021
- I'm great at multitasking — I can waste time, procrastinate, and be unproductive simultaneously.
- Did you ever stop to think and forget to start again?
- Buses stop at bus stations. Trains stop at train stations. My desk is a work station.
- They begin the evening news with "Good evening," then proceed to tell us why it isn’t.
- Women will never be equal to men until they can walk down the street with a bald head and a beer gut, and still think they are sexy.
- The car stopped on a dime, which unfortunately was in a pedestrian's pocket.
- Hospitality is making your guests feel like they’re at home, even if you wish they were.
- Going to church doesn’t make you a Christian any more than standing in a garage makes you a car.
- I thought I wanted a career, but it turns out I just wanted paychecks.
- War does not determine who is right, only who is left.
- He who laughs last thinks slowest.
- Do you like a play on words . . . or on a stage?
- I know karate and maybe two other Japanese words.
- Why do voters in the United States choose between two people running for president but have fifty running for Miss America?
- If I agreed with you, we’d both be wrong.
- If you are supposed to learn from your mistakes, why do some people have more than one child?
- A clear conscience is usually the sign of a bad memory.
- I'm supposed to respect my elders, but now it’s getting harder and harder for me to find one.
- The last thing I want to do is hurt you, but it is still on the list.
Monday, June 21, 2021
A lot of money is tainted — taint yours and taint mine.
A chicken crossing the road is poultry in motion.
Every calendar's days are numbered.
A hangover is the wrath of grapes.
To the one who invented zero, thanks for nothing.
Sunday, June 20, 2021
"When I feel small in a world so big . . . I tell my wiggling body: be still. I tell my thinking mind: be quiet. I tell my racing breath: be slow. . . . I am yoga. I can be anything." This is the first in a series of five books with encouraging words for children.
Mindfulness means being fully engaged in the present moment. This book encourages children (of all ages) to breathe, to taste and smell and touch and hear and see, and to be present in the here and now. It includes a guided meditation. "You are wonderful. You are special. You are peace."
Being human means we are full of possibility. We learn, we dream, we wonder at the world around us. But we also make mistakes and can feel fearful or sad. This book affirms that we can make good choices by acting with compassion and having empathy for others and ourselves. It includes a loving-kindness meditation: "May you be healthy. May you be happy. May you be free from suffering. May you be filled with peace."
Grounded in mindfulness and wellness, this book asks children to look inward when they feel afraid, angry, hurt, or sad. When a storm is brewing inside us and the skies grow dark, the transforming power of love lets the light back in. It includes heart-opening yoga poses and a heart meditation. "Imagine the warmth and light in your heart connecting you to others in the world."
Beautiful things start with just ONE. One seed to start a garden, one note to start a melody, one brick to start breaking down walls. Each change starts with purpose, with intention, with one, with me, with you. This is a powerful call to action, encouraging children to raise their voices, extend a hand, and take that one first step to start some-thing beautiful and move toward a better world. The book includes a mindfulness mediation and a self-reflection activity.
In an Oklahoma middle school, Khosrou (whom everyone calls Daniel) stands in front of a skeptical audience of classmates, telling the tales of his family's history that stretches back years, decades, and centuries. At the core is Daniel's story of how they became refugees — starting with his mother's vocal embrace of Christianity in a country that made such a thing a capital offense, and continuing through their midnight flight from the secret police, bribing their way onto a plane-to-anywhere. Anywhere becomes the sad, cement refugee camps of Italy, and then finally asylum in the U.S. This tale of heartbreak and resilience encourages readers to speak their truth and be heard.
Saturday, June 19, 2021
- Thou shalt not have any holidays before Juneteenth.
- Thou shalt not bear false witness against thy neighbor.
- Thou shalt not whitesplain.
- Thou shalt not take the Juneteenth’s name in vain.
- Thou shalt not covet thy neighbor’s anything.
- Remember Juneteenth and keep it holy.
- Lean not into thine own understanding.
- Thou shalt not covet thy neighbor’s Blackness.
- Thou shalt not steal.
- Thou shalt purchase gifts for thy Black neighbors. (Just kidding. I know you don’t have any.)
Friday, June 18, 2021
"Jail is not as bad as you might imagine. When I say jail, I don't mean prison. Prison is the kind of place you see in old movies or public television documentaries, those enormous gray places with guard towers at each corner and curly strips of razor wire going round and round like a loop-the-loop atop the high fence."
A mother. A daughter. A shattering choice. Ellen Gulden is enjoying her career as a successful magazine writer in New York City when she learns that her mother, Kate, is dying of cancer. Ellen’s father insists that she quit her job and return home to become a caregiver. A high-powered career woman, Ellen has never felt she had much in common with her mother, a homemaker and the heart of their family. Yet as Ellen begins to spend time with Kate, she discovers many surprising truths, not only about herself, but also about the woman she thought she knew so well. When Ellen is accused of the mercy killing of her mother, she must not only defend her own life but make a difficult choice — either accept responsibility for an act she did not commit or divulge the name of the person she believes committed a painful act of love.
"Why am I a Christian? What a curious question! Who is interrogating me like this? Do I have to put my name on my answer? The question sounds inquisitive. Somebody wants to know the reasons that led some-body else to a particular conviction. It sounds impertinent too — as if the other person is bound to justify his decision to believe."
Enduring meditations on hope, anxiety, and mystical experience, together with the author's personal confession of faith.
Thursday, June 17, 2021
We had the hottest June 11 on record in St. Louis. Today, it's supposed to be in the mid-90s, but tomorrow is going to 102° or more.
"We think Ringo can smell the disease," Joni said. "He likes people who don't have the bug. And he likes you, so you're probably immune" (p. 46).
"Ringo felt so happy. . . . They were a pack now, a healthy, cooperative, productive pack. He had done his job" (p. 64).