My parents’ front yard in Vancouver was so shady that a quarter of it wasn’t grass but moss. It was the softest thing ever, and my sis and I would choose to sit in the shade just to sit on the moss instead of the prickly grass. And don’t get me (or, really, the Spousal Unit and Kid1) started on the useless monoculture that is North American lawns. LOL!
Mosses are fascinating plants. If you want to learn more about them, head to this Encyclopedia Britannica page. If you just want to see some pretty pictures, stay right here and scroll down! 😄
Don’t these look like Mother Nature’s ikebana arrangements?
We are delighted to dedicate our Wednesdays to featuring nonfiction titles, as per usual. We would also be linking our nonfiction choices with our reading themes throughout the year, when we can.
We are pleased to launch our quarterly reading theme from April to June this year onMigrants, Exiles, Refugees: Stories Of The Dispossessed.Essentially, we are on the look-out for books with the following themes:
Stories of exile and movement from one place to another – either by choice or by circumstance
Narratives on im/migrants, belonging and exclusion
Tales of people who are in transition and displaced from their homes
Stories of seeking refuge and sanctuary and finding forever homes
Some people celebrate with champagne bubbly, I celebrate with this other kind of bubbly:
Sourdough. Tasty and my body doesn’t react weirdly to it like it does to alcohol.
I made a few things with the discard because I’m an immigrant who inherited my mom’s motto of “never waste food” (she lived through WWII as a kid and never forgot about starving until the day she died), and can’t throw out perfectly good starter.
What am I celebrating? Well, I still can’t tell you because, again, publishing. But let’s toast with sourdough, shall we?
I had my own moment of the Sun Ra quote that says, “A prophet is not without honor except in his own country among his own people.” Or, as this BoredPanda post hilariously shows…
For me, it wasn’t a bookstore but the local library that I practically lived in for the 15 years I homeschooled.
Despite the fact that there are very books in their children’s collection about notable Asian-Americans, let alone a female scientist, they only had one copy of Queen of Physics…until it won several awards at which time they bought 3 more copies for a grand total of 4. Meanwhile, they have on order 4 copies of a recently released, humorous book about a cow. Because, as we all know, cows are more important than an immigrant scientist who worked on the Manhattan Project and who helped several Americans win Nobel Prizes.
But, I’ll quit whinging about it even though I have several (many) more thoughts on the topic.
Instead, let me share a photo of some of the beautiful seedlings the Spousal Unit started several weeks ago:
Aren’t they cute? These have now been taken down to the unheated greenhouse to toughen them up for planting and he has started another batch of veggies in the utility room.
What about you? Do you have a garden? Have you been under-appreciated by your own town? 😝
The recent uptick of anti-Asian attacks weighs heavily on my mind. I’m angry and hurt and suspicious of people and don’t feel much like being chipper. But, because I’m a writer, I look for metaphors.
Many people walk through life in a haze, centered only on themselves. They can’t see 10 feet past their noses to the wider world, the bigger picture. They’re surrounded by a self-made fog.
And in a fog, the most visible things are webs…
webs of lies and deceit…
trapping their minds in one place, where they blame invisible spiders and “others” for their own faults and misery.
Will the fog clear someday? Will those who have lived in a fog see the beauty of the world around them and notice that it’s the “others” who help make it a better place?
I don’t really know. I love Star Trek for its optimistic view of a future where human beings rise above their petty natures. But, I’m also quite convinced that humans will exterminate themselves after a run of about 300,000 years, a fraction of the dinosaurs’ reign of around 165,000,000 years.
I wonder what species will be dominant next? I hope it’ll be octopuses and not cockroaches.
Robin Newman has written a new picture book, FUZZYBUTT! illustrated by Susan Batori and published by Sleeping Bear Press. It is available in bookstores, now. SBP has agreed to share a copy with one lucky winner living in the United States.
All you have to do to get in the running is leave a comment. Reblog, tweet, or talk about it on Facebook with a link and you will get additional chances to win. Just let me know other things you do to share the good news, so I can put the right amount of tickets in my basket for you.
Sharing on Facebook, Twitter or reblogging really helps spread the word for a new book. So, thanks for helping Cynthia and Mary.
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The birds are getting frisky and so is our Meyer lemon plant. Soon, there will be many baby birds…and baby lemons. Well, the first is a certainty anyway, and I’m hoping for the latter as well. I do, however, feel a little promiscuous as I make like a pollinator every morning with a paintbrush (pollen, meet stigma).
See? Little baby lemons already (next to their older siblings).
Meanwhile, it’s still sort of winter. Last week, we had temps in the 20s F. But despite that, the Spousal Unit was able to harvest these gorgeous kale and collards from the greenhouse…
By the way, the title of the post also alludes to some really exciting news which I can’t tell yet…because publishing. But I can’t wait to shout it to the world!