This made me laugh: "Oh, you’re not religious. Thank God."
Happily, we have other word choices.
In the United States, National Hispanic Heritage Month begins on September 15th and lasts until October 15th. During this month-long observance, we take time to honor the contributions, history, and culture of Americans whose ancestors are from Spain, Mexico, the Caribbean, and Central and South America. One way to celebrate is to read some books by Latine and Hispanic authors and illustrators. Here are a few I plan to read from this list:
This happened back in March of 2010, when the Philadelphia trainstation still had the kind of information board that clickety-clackedthe various gate assignments rolled up. Serena Drew stood directlyin front of it, gazing intently at the listing for the next train to Baltimore.
The Garretts take their first and last family vacation in the summer of 1959. They hardly ever venture beyond Baltimore, but in some ways they have never been farther apart. Mercy has trouble resisting the siren call of her aspirations to be a painter, which means less time keeping house for her husband, Robin. Their teenage daughters, steady Alice and boy-crazy Lily, could not have less in common. The youngest, David, is already intent on escaping his family's orbit, for reasons none of them understands. This novel illuminates the kindnesses and cruelties of our daily lives, the impossibility of breaking free from those who love us, and how close — yet unknowable — every family is to itself.
A musician shares his remarkable story in this book, an inspiring memoir of both perseverance and possibility. Young Richard Antoine White and his mother don't have a key to a room or a house. Sometimes they have shelter, but they never have a place to call home. Still, they have each other, and Richard believes he can look after her, even as his mother struggles with alcoholism and sometimes disappears, sending Richard into loops of visiting familiar spots until he finds her again. And he always does — until one night, when he almost dies searching for her in the snow and is taken in by his adoptive grandparents.Living with his grandparents is an adjustment with rules and routines, but when Richard joins a band for something to do, he unexpectedly discovers a talent and a sense of purpose. Taking up the tuba feels like something he can do that belongs to him, and playing music is like a light going on in the dark.
I put this book on reserve at my library when my friend Madge recommended it, and it came in today's library delivery.Soon Richard gains acceptance to the prestigious Baltimore School for the Arts, and he continues thriving in his musical studies at the Peabody Conservatory and beyond, even as he navigates racial and socioeconomic disparities as one of few Black students in his programs. He pushes forward with fierce determination, eventually securing a coveted spot in a symphony orchestra and becoming the first African American to earn a doctorate in music for tuba performance. A professor, mentor, and motivational speaker, Richard now shares his extraordinary story — of dreaming big, impossible dreams and making them come true.
Meet Roy Ballard, a freelance videographer with a knack for catching insurance cheats. He's working a routine case, complete with hours of tedious surveillance, when he sees something that shakes him to the core. There, with the subject, is a little blond girl wearing a pink top and denim shorts — the same outfit worn by Tracy Turner, a six-year-old abducted the day before. When the police are skeptical of Ballard's report — and with his history, who can blame them? — it's the beginning of the most important case of his life.
"This is who I am, and I like who I am. It has taken a lifetime for me to get here." — Note to myself, June 18, 2006
I never saw the Easter bunny, who left me eggs when I was asleep. (And why EGGS, anyway? Chickens lay eggs.)I never saw the tooth fairy, who left a coin in exchange for my tooth. (And why would a fairy want a tooth? My mother's explanation was that she used them like bricks to build fairy houses. Okay, THAT made sense, based on her tiny size.)I never saw Santa either, a jolly old elf who managed to leave gifts all over the world in the middle of one night. (But how did he get all those toys on his small sleigh?)
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"From the Blue Ridge Mountains of Virginia I write to synthesize what I'm learning at the time, whether it be poetry, a political commentary, or a letter to my family in Hull, Massachusetts, where I'm originally from. Whenever I don't know exactly what it is I'm doing and it borders on wasting my time, I call it research. 'Dear Abby, How can I get rid of freckles?' was my first published piece at the age of 11."
We should just stop teaching young people to read.Consider all the benefits that would bring.Young people would only learn what their parents knew which would happily make them exact replicas of all their parent’s beliefs, education, and attitudes. Think of it. No clashes of opinions, arguments, or debates. Calm family life.No English or reading teachers. No librarians. Think how much money would be saved. Lower taxes!
tongue in cheek = phrase of tongue in an ironic, flippant, or insincere way. Example: "One suspects that he is writing with tongue in cheek."
"We lived in a fairly Orthodox Jewish community in Cricklewood, in Northwest London — the butcher, the baker, the grocer, the greengrocer, the fishmonger, all closed their shops in good time for the Sabbath, and did not open their shutters till Sunday morning" (p. 34).
green·gro·cer /ˈɡrēnˌɡrōsər / noun (British) = a retailer of fruits and vegetables.
gro·cer /ˈɡrōsər / noun = a shopkeeper who sells foods such as meat, flour, sugar, canned goods, as well as fruits and vegetables.
"My predominant feeling is one of gratitude. I have loved and been loved. I have been given much and I have given something in return. Above all, I have been a sentient being, a thinking animal, on this beautiful planet, and that in itself has been an enormous privilege and adventure." — Oliver SacksNo writer has succeeded in capturing the medical and human drama of illness as honestly and as eloquently as Oliver Sacks. During the last few months of his life, he wrote a set of essays in which he movingly explored his feelings about completing a life and coming to terms with his own death. "It is the fate of every human being," Sacks writes, "to be a unique individual, to find his own path, to live his own life, to die his own death." Together, these four essays form an ode to the uniqueness of each human being and to gratitude for the gift of life.
"I have been increasingly conscious, for the last ten years to so, of deaths among my contemporaries. My generation is on the way out, and each death I have felt as an abruption, a tearing away of part of myself. There will be no one like us when we are gone, but then there is no one like anyone else, ever. When people die, they cannot be replaced" (p. 19).
Mark said: "The biggest question I have is what genre is our character in. That's going to determine who they are and what drives me. I usually read mysteries, so the biggest driver there is wanting to make sure that justice is done. Quite often that includes clearing a personal friend who is a suspect.Deb said: "I'd recommend choosing a character who is like you, but is a better or worse version of you. Or I'd choose a character who is based on someone you have met in your life who you found intriguing."Shelleyrae said: "Hmm…revenge is always a good motivator, or perhaps atonement."Helen said: "The main character should have a cat who is almost a character in itself. Perhaps the main character is animal-driven (think crime or murder at the local ASPCA)."