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Sisterhood of the World Bloggers Award


Thank you Ajoobacats for the Sisterhood of the World Bloggers Award! http://ajoobacatsblog.com/

Rules for the Sisterhood of the World Bloggers Award:

  1. Thank the blogger who nominated you, linking back to their site
  2. Put the award logo on your blog
  3. Answer the ten questions sent to you
  4. Make up ten new questions for your nominees to answer
  5. Nominate ten blogs

Here are the ten questions Ajoobacats sent me:

  1. When did you realize you had a passion for reading?

    Probably when I was very young and my parents read books to me. I loved that.

  2. How does blogging enrich your life?

    Blogging enriches my life by helping me make friends with people all over the world and share my writing with them.

  3. Are there any films you’ve seen that are better than the book upon which they are based?

    I think the movie James and the Giant Peach is in some ways better than the book by Roald Dahl (even though I love the book and he’s one of my favorite authors). I also think the newer version of Charlotte’s Web has one component that makes it better than the book or the older movie, which is Fern being much more active in the plot. (Although, again, Charlotte’s Web is still one of my favorite books). I’m also under the impression (though I haven’t finished any of the books) that the movie Leminy Snicket’s A Series of Unfortunate Events is better than the series it is based on, mostly because as I understand it, part of the point of the books is to be parodies that they don’t have happy endings. The movie does, which is part of the reason I like it. I’m glad a story with such a dark premise is able to have a happy ending, even when the author doesn’t intend it to.

  4. Can you remember the first fiction book you ever bought?

    I’m guessing it was a book from the “Baby-Sitters Little Sister” series about Karen Brewer (an offshoot from “Babysitters Club”), since those were the very first chapter books I read.

  5. What do you do with your old books?

    I keep them and reread them from time to time. To me, one of the most special things about book characters is that they’ll always be there when you open the book.

  6. If you were to write a book, which genre would you choose?

    Definitely children’s literature, probably middle grade fantasy. As you can probably tell from my previous answers, I love children’s books. I am hoping to be a published children’s author someday.

  7. Are you a dog person or a cat person?

    I’m a cat person. I always have been. I like dogs in theory, but they’re too overstimulating for me in person. I love, though, how calm cats are, and how they purr when I pet them.

  8. What’s your pet peeve when it comes to grammar?

    Getting plurals wrong, like calling feet “feetses” or books “bookses”

  9. What do you do to unwind after a particularly emotional read?

    Unwind? Why should I unwind? I love it when books make me emotional! (Even though making me feel emotional is not hard, whether you’re a book or not). I bask in the feeling when I read an emotional book!

  10. Do you prefer stand alone books or a long running series?

    Stand alone books, though I have enjoyed shorter series before.

Here are ten questions for my nominees to answer:

  1. Do you have any hobbies that you hope will become something more someday? If not, how do you keep yourself from getting too ambitious with your hobbies?
  2. How do you stay in touch with your inner child?
  3. What do you do when none of the books you pick up are appealing, or you can’t get through them?
  4. What was it like having siblings growing up (or being an only child if you were one?)
  5. What is the weirdest dream you’ve ever had?
  6. If you could change one thing you’ve done in the past, what would it be?
  7. If you could make three wishes right now, what would they be?
  8. What’s your favorite fairy tale? Why?
  9. If you could be any animal, which one would you choose? Why?
  10. If you could be any fantasy creature, which one would you choose? Why?



During the night,
Regular life forgotten,
Everything is strange.
Anytime you might receive
Messages from within,
Surprising may they be.

Thoughts On Pixar’s “Inside Out”


A few weeks ago, I saw Pixar’s latest movie, “Inside Out.” One of the first things I noticed this movie was that Joy, the main character, an emotion inside 11-year-old Riley’s brain, is fashioned after Disney’s depiction of Tinkerbelle. Happiness means fairies! For this very special reason, Joy is my favorite character, in this movie which is rare for me. In most movies, the main character is not my favorite. I usually like villains and other side characters best. After Joy, though, my second favorite is Disgust. I love how she talks like a Valley Girl!
The beginning was nice, and I liked most of the middle, too. I loved how dreams are depicted like movies in Riley’s brain, Goofball Island and all the silly things it’s had Riley do throughout her life, and the different kinds of memories that are stored in Riley’s mind. I really liked how there’s both a Memory Dump and a storage place for Longterm Memories. Memories come and memories go, but some of them last forever.
My absolute favorite part of the movie, though, was the end. I won’t give away the end to people who haven’t seen it, but let’s just say I feel that it proves several of my most important beliefs to be true: Sometimes happiness is lost, but it can always be found again, sadness is just as important as joy, and, best of all: Childhood fantasies come and go, but joy lives on. “Inside Out” is a wonderful, creative, original movie, that proves many timeless truths in brand new ways. I think all stories should strive to combine originality with timelessness with methods such as “Inside Out’s.”

Raccoons, Leaves, and Cacao Beans


While we raked leaves, we pretended the big oaken tree in our yard shedding them was a cacao tree. The acorns it was also shedding? Well, those were cacao beans. The leaves being gathered up by our thin little rakes were magic leaves. When you wrapped the cacao beans in them, it filled the beans with magical powers, that would be given to anyone who ate them. We had to hurry and eat the cacao beans before a raccoon ate them.
Sounds crazy, doesn’t it? Yeah, I’m getting a little old for these games. These were all Jenny’s idea. Especially the part about the raccoon. I love raccoons. I love all animals. But ever since Jenny got bitten by a rabid raccoon and had to go to the hospital, raccoons have had to be the villains in her games. Sometimes I’ve reminded her that raccoons can be nice, but Mom and Dad always tell me to let my sister use her imagination to get over her trauma. They say they let me do the same thing I was her age, but I don’t remember any trauma, nor do I remember having fantasies as elaborate or nonsensical as hers. If I did, I’m sure they were at least more coherent than hers often are.
I must say, though, the things she’s coming up right now are pretty cool. I wonder what kinds of magical powers these cacao beans will give us when we eat them? What kinds of powers would they give a raccoon? Would a raccoon be able to transform himself into a human if he ate these magic cacao beans? What would he do then? Would he still bite people if he had rabies? Maybe not. Maybe if the raccoon who bit Jenny turned into a human, she could talk to him and ask him not to bite her again. Maybe she could even take him to the hospital to get rabies shots, just like she got when she was there.
“Hey, Jenny,” I said. “We should find the raccoon that bit you.”
“Why?” asked Jenny, her eyes shining with fear.
“Don’t worry, he won’t bite you again,” I continued. “I won’t let him.”
“Then why?” Jenny asked again.
“So we can give him some of these magic cacao beans,” I answered, picking up a handful of acorns. Jenny looked at me again, even more fearfully this time.
“There will be plenty left for us,” I added. “And by giving the cacao beans to the raccoon, we can make sure he won’t bite you again. Jenny shook her head.
“No!” she whined. “A raccoon with magical powers could hurt me even more badly!”
“Maybe,” I said. “Or maybe, a raccoon with magical powers could turn himself into a human.” I went on to tell her my idea of taking him to the hospital to get rabies shots and then having him promise not to bite her again. Jenny’s eyes brightened, but then she looked worried again.
“Come on,” I said. “What are you afraid will happen if we gave him magic cacao beans?” Jenny thought for a minute.
“He might cast a horrible spell to give more people rabies,” she said. “Then we’d all start biting each other and getting sick!”
“Why would he do that?” I asked.
“Don’t raccoons want the people they bite to get sick?”
“No,” I said. “That raccoon was just scared. He didn’t know he had rabies, and he didn’t mean to give it to you.”
“Promise?” asked Jenny.
“Promise,” I said.
“Okay!” said Jenny. “Let’s save some of these magical chocolate beans for the raccoon. But we have to wrap them in leaves first!”
“Okay,” I said. “But they’re called cacao beans,” I reminded her for what seemed like the twentieth time.
“Right,” said Jenny. We wrapped each acorn we had collected in a magical leaf before putting all the raked leaves in the compost. Then we pretended to eat our magical cacao beans. It gave Jenny the power to fly, but I wasn’t sure what magical power it would give me. I had to think about that.
“Stay open-minded,” said our mother. “That’s one of the things imagination is best for. Maybe something will come to you.”
“Yes,” said our father. “Maybe even in a dream.”
I didn’t have any dreams that night, but the next morning, Jenny came down in her pajamas full of smiles.
“Guess what?” she asked, grinning from ear to ear. “Last night, I told the raccoon not to bite me again. Then I took him to the hospital to get rabies shots, so he would never make anyone else sick!”
“That’s wonderful, Jenny!” said Mom. “Did you have any dreams last night, Jeffrey?” I shook my head, feeling too grown up to get into this. Mom and dad looked at each other.
“Just remember, Jeff, you’re never to old to be creative,” said Dad.
“That’s right,” said Mom. “Open-mindedness comes from imagination, and so does creativity. Both are good for grown-ups as well as children.”
I thought about what my parents and little sister had said. Then I remembered how much fun Jenny and I had with the cacao beans and magical leaves. I’m old enough to know it was just a game. But I still keep waiting to dream about the magical power I get from those cacao beans.

28th Birth-Night Ride


Sleep awhile,
Wake up.
Butt aching,
Still sleepy,
Loving the
Exciting ride
Through dark,
Sleeping world.

Adjust position,
Butt no longer ache.
Read Alice Munro,
Eyes shut,
Sleep again,
Never deeply.

Bumpy movement
Never shows up
in dreams.
No dreams.

Dreams come later.
Unfamiliar, rural town,
Wee hours of morning.

A dream? Awake.
Ridden train all night,
In Virginia,
No longer far
From where I used
To be.

Light in sky
Means morning,
Light in sky means
Birthday greetings