Book Review: The Time Traveler’s Wife by Audrey Niffenegger

For years I have been hearing about The Time Traveler’s Wife by Audrey Niffenegger. I first heard about the movie and, in reality, it sounded so much like a similar movie, that I sometimes enjoy to watch with Keanu Reaves and Sandra Bullock, that I decided I didn’t need to bother watching the movie version of The Time Traveler’s Wife. But I was reading The Reading List and although it wasn’t on the actual reading list, one of the main characters was reading the book and it so I added it to my To Read list…and then I started seeing the name of the book everywhere. When my wife, Karen G Clemenson, and I were at the library, the Saturday before last, it literally was on the wall, right at my eye level and I took at as a sign that I should read this book.

The main characters are Henry and Clare who meet when Henry is 36 and Clare is 6 years old. They are in the meadow on the property of her parent’s home in Indiana. Henry is naked and hungry. When he announces himself, she is scared and throws her shoes at him. Bleeding, he asks to borrow the beach towel she has with her and promises not to hurt her. He tells her he has lost his clothes and that he is a time traveler. After a few rounds of conversation they end up sharing the Hershey’s bar in her pocket.

Henry was born with a Chrono-Displacement Disorder diagnosed by a molecular geneticist by the name of Dr. David Kendrick, when he is an adult, yet his parents have taken him to doctors many times throughout his childhood. Henry’s mom passed when he was 6-years-old. She was decapitated in a car accident. This was the 2nd time Henry time traveled. It was Christmas Eve. Henry’s father was a violinist. He was also an alcoholic. He was miserable after his wife died. At 57, his nerves are shot and he can no longer perform. The neighbor Mrs. Kim, known as Kimy was Henry’s main nurturer. Throughout most of the book this is the meat of what we learn about Henry’s past to help us understand the troubled parts of his personality.

Most of the story takes place in Chicago where Henry was born and raised.

Throughout Clare’s life, Henry pops in at different ages. From the moment they met there is a strong connection. Henry is careful to never give Clare information about the future or even of himself. Instead they work on her school work, visit and keep things platonic.

When they are finally in present day together; Clare is 22 and Henry is 30, they are married and the story goes on. Henry continues to time travel. He has no control over when he will leave or how long he will be gone, or what will happen to him while he is gone. This is strain on their marriage. I have to say the time traveling thing was a handicap for me. I just couldn’t believe it and it made it hard for me to believe the story. I am a very literal person. But what I did believe, and this is a testament to Niffenegger, is the relationship. Henry and Clare were real to me. They were friends. They were lovers. They wanted the best for each other. They left room for growth. They left room for failure and forgiveness. They were the best versions of themselves they could be for each other. I could relate to them, if not for the make-believe genetic illness Henry and their eventual child had.

This was not my favorite book. I gave it 3 stars because the topic was too sci-fi for me but the writing was wonderful and the characters were well-rounded and very human. I was very disappointed with the end. The author most definitely made sure that Clare being more happy with a few minutes of wonderful rather than a lifetime of nothing special was her way until the end. Henry had so little joy in his life and so much gut wrenching horror, at least he had Clare, while he did.

I checked my copy out at The Longview Public Library. You can get your own copy of The Time Traveler’s Wife by Audrey Niffenegger on Amazon.com.

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I wasn’t sold on the time traveling DNA…but I loved Henry and Clare’s relationship. Great character development.

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My name is Summer. That is how you can call me. I hope that I am a blessing to you. I am not perfect. I will fall again. But I am forgiven.

For anyone reading this that isn’t a Christian, unapologetically, I am a Christian, but I believe there is room for lots of beliefs and religions in the world. It is not my intent to offend people with different beliefs than I have and I would be open to open-minded conversations with no goals of changing anyone’s mind, but sharing information.

If you are interested in becoming a Christian…Do you know Jesus? Do want the Holy Spirit to fill you and give you understanding and salvation? Ask Him. Want someone to pray with you? Contact me.

If you would like to know Jesus as your friend, but want to make this amazing commitment by yourself please pray something like this:

Thank you Jesus that You are the Son of God, the God that created heaven and earth. Thank you Jesus that You came to earth in the form of a man so that You would be able to empathize with my humanity. Thank You that You did this in order to fulfill the promises You made at the foundation of the world.

I realize that I am a sinner and do things that hurt myself and keep myself away from you. Thank You that You died for my sins so that You could defeat death and bring me into Your life. Please forgive me.

I ask You to be Lord of my life. I ask you to heal my hurts and show me what my new life, empowered by You looks like. Thank You for Your mercy.

Book Review: The End of Solitude by William Deresiewicz

Culture, Technology, Leadership, Education, Political Correctness: these are some of the numerous subjects that William Deresiewicz tackles in The End of Solitude. His book of 42 essays spanning over 30 years on topics that will make you think and probably cause you to consider to change your mind, if you are inclined.

Culture

Culture involves art, literature, philosophy, criticism and religion…Culture also involves the things we do and believe without being aware we are doing or believing them: Myths, metaphors, social terms, unspoken assumptions, the words we use…culture is the inner substance of every day by which we question continually our stock notions and habits.

In politics we ask foundational questions with no real answers — the system is designed this way so people have the right to organize society as they see fit.” Chapter 4 — Culture Against Culture

Technology

Technology can be a gift but it can also be the bane of our society because it abolishes what is most human. Although technology has given us more options it has also created a loss a sense of our self, of our solitude. The fact that we can live farther from our families means we spend less time together. Children are babysat by screens instead of playing and learning with their friends, while social media has stolen our ability for intimacy and privacy. We have lost our ability to concentrate, our ability to be alone or to be quiet with our self, which is vital to a healthy spiritual life, to reading a book or even the art of writing letters. Chapter 1 — The End of Solitude

Leadership

“We have a crisis of leadership in this country, because our overwhelming power and wealth, earned under earlier generations of leaders has made complacent, and for too long we have been training leaders who only know how to keep the routine going. Who can answer questions, but don’t know how to ask them. Who can meet goals, but don’t know how to set them. Who think about how to get things done, not whether they’re worth doing in the first place. What we have now are the greatest technocrats the world has ever seen…What we don’t have are leaders.” Chapter 2 — Solitude of Leadership

We need more:

  • Thinkers
  • People with vision
  • Moral courage
  • Concentration – no multi-tasking
  • Solitude
  • Introspection
  • Deep friendships of intimate conversation

Education

“60% of The United States working class of poor are white and will never have a  chance at an elite education.” Chapter 12 — Change Your Mind First: College and the Urge to Save the World

For a long time educators have been leaning more toward science and math and not encouraging liberal arts. We are able to understand pushing students to study law, medicine, science or business but we are not encouraging the creative people to thrive and we need them. Elite schools are known for teaching their brightest and best for excluding people and teaching their students that they are part of the club of elite for life. They will be rich, they will have extensions whenever they need them and they will be set apart in society. Chapter 8 — The Disadvantages of an Elite Education

This explains our politicians…

Political Correctness

Political Correctness is the persistent attempt to suppress the expression of unwelcome beliefs and ideas. But many young people, today, don’t feel they can express themselves because they are afraid of offending or being offensive. Did you know that PC was actually a form of self-mockery, in response to stalinism?

Political Correctness has been used against:

  • Nontenured teachers
  • Christians
  • Zionists (Jews)
  • White male athletes
  • White students from red states
  • Heterosexual, cisgendered, white men from anywhere

Chapter 11 — On Political Correctness

I, personally don’t care for being PC. I like being honest, but compassionate..Maybe that is because I have drastically cut down my use of technology in the last few years…

In Summation…

I would suggest your bring an open mind to this book. In chapter 12 Deresiewicz says:<

“If you don’t know yourself — if you haven’t become visible to yourself — you don’t know the biases with which you know everything else, you also don’t know the motives that move you to action.”

I really enjoyed this book. At times I found myself overwhelmed with the thoughts Deresiewicz’s words invoked in me but I overcame and prevailed. This books is full of essays on social media, content, architecture, dance, painting, poetry, writing, thought, culture, food, politics, academia, and religion. There is bound to be something that makes you think, makes you angry or brings you to peace, or all three.

“A healthy identity for the group as for the individual, is not rigid and immutable, but creative and ever-evolving. That is progress. That is liberation.” Chapter 38 – Birthrights

Thank you to my sister, Jamie Holloway, for loaning me this book. You can get your own copy of The End of Solitude by William Deresiewicz on Amazon.com

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Thought provoking on many topics. Great read.

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My name is Summer. That is how you can call me. I hope that I am a blessing to you. I am not perfect. I will fall again. But I am forgiven.

For anyone reading this that isn’t a Christian, unapologetically, I am a Christian, but I believe there is room for lots of beliefs and religions in the world. It is not my intent to offend people with different beliefs than I have and I would be open to open-minded conversations with no goals of changing anyone’s mind, but sharing information.

If you are interested in becoming a Christian…Do you know Jesus? Do want the Holy Spirit to fill you and give you understanding and salvation? Ask Him. Want someone to pray with you? Contact me.

If you would like to know Jesus as your friend, but want to make this amazing commitment by yourself please pray something like this:

Thank you Jesus that You are the Son of God, the God that created heaven and earth. Thank you Jesus that You came to earth in the form of a man so that You would be able to empathize with my humanity. Thank You that You did this in order to fulfill the promises You made at the foundation of the world.

I realize that I am a sinner and do things that hurt myself and keep myself away from you. Thank You that You died for my sins so that You could defeat death and bring me into Your life. Please forgive me.

I ask You to be Lord of my life. I ask you to heal my hurts and show me what my new life, empowered by You looks like. Thank You for Your mercy.

Book Review: Yellow Wife by Sadeqa Johnson

I went to the library yesterday with my wife, Karen G Clemenson. I really hadn’t intended to pick up any books for myself because I have a huge to-read pile at home but, of course I found 3 books that caught my eye and Yellow Wife by Sadeqa Johnson was one of them. I had seen it on Amazon and Goodreads and I wanted to read it and was excited to find it on the New Books pile. I started reading it before I even checked it out because, in the past, new books had shorter check out times but I guess that has changed, but since I read it all day and into the early morning, they can have it back tomorrow anyway…Yes. This book was a page turner! The characters were really believable and the author kept the story moving so it was hard to put the book down.

The story starts out on the Bell Plantation in Charles City, Virginia in 1850. The main character is a young girl, nearing the age of 18, named Pheby. She is the daughter of a slave and the Massa. When his sister was alive Pheby had been taught to read and to do math, play the piano and loved like a daughter; Pheby had been promised that when she was 18, the Massa would take her to a girl’s school in Massachusetts for a grand education and set free.

“White folks’ promises ain’t but dust. Specially the white folks called Massa,” she stood up and hissed over her shoulder, “The blood ones hurt you most.” Chapter 6; Aunt Hope to Pheby

Aunt Hope is the cook on the plantation; just one of the many colorful characters. Unfortunately the Missus knows that Pheby is the Massa’a child and she hates her. When her personal slave dies, she makes Pheby her personal servant and treats her unfavorably. As Massa takes Pheby’s mother with him on a trip to trade farm goods where there is a terrible accident that leads to both of their deaths, this is a turning point for Pheby that leads to her being sold off the plantation.

“I curse you and all of you unborn children in the name of my grandmother, Queen Vinnie Brown. May all your worst fears come to pass, and all the evil you do come back on your tenfold. This plantation will be your living hell. Mark my words.” I spit on the ground, bracing myself for her to march down the stairs and slap me. But she stood as if stunned. Chapter 9, Pheby to Missus Dephina

Although Pheby has been protected and hasn’t worked as hard as other slaves, she has been educated and she is able think and make decisions that help her in the next part of her life. She was brought to The Lapier Jail in Richmond, Virginia, otherwise known as The Devil’s Half Acre, where she was purchased by the owner, Rubin Lapier, to be his mistriss. He was an evil man and Pheby had to always keep her whits about her and make hard choices in order to keep herself and her children safe.

That is what this book is about; survival. Not just about personal survival but history. One thing that Pheby’s mother had passed onto her, that she passed onto her children, and to other slaves was that they were only slaves in their body but not their mind. In their mind they were free. In actuality Pheby was the descendant of Queen Vinnie Brown and she shared this with her children as a point of pride. I myself don’t know if I am a descendant of royalty but I do believe that no matter what can be done to my body, I agree, my mind is as free as I let it be, so this message was very empowering for me.

There was a lot of graphic violence in this book, as would be expected in a book that was focused on slavery. Sadeqa Johnson does an amazing job using words to describe beautiful things and then change over to horrifying scenes. I would not hand this book to my 13-year-old without careful consideration and a conversation, but it is a powerful book and I appreciate the time she put into researching for her novel.

I checked my book out at The Longview Public Library. Buy your own copy of Yellow Wife by Sadeqa Johnson on Amazon.

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Great characters, very believable! Couldn’t put it down…I read it from the time I got it from the library until the wee hours of the morning. Such strength and courage! Very graphic but very powerful.

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My name is Summer. That is how you can call me. I hope that I am a blessing to you. I am not perfect. I will fall again. But I am forgiven.

For anyone reading this that isn’t a Christian, unapologetically, I am a Christian, but I believe there is room for lots of beliefs and religions in the world. It is not my intent to offend people with different beliefs than I have and I would be open to open-minded conversations with no goals of changing anyone’s mind, but sharing information.

If you are interested in becoming a Christian…Do you know Jesus? Do want the Holy Spirit to fill you and give you understanding and salvation? Ask Him. Want someone to pray with you? Contact me.

If you would like to know Jesus as your friend, but want to make this amazing commitment by yourself please pray something like this:

Thank you Jesus that You are the Son of God, the God that created heaven and earth. Thank you Jesus that You came to earth in the form of a man so that You would be able to empathize with my humanity. Thank You that You did this in order to fulfill the promises You made at the foundation of the world.

I realize that I am a sinner and do things that hurt myself and keep myself away from you. Thank You that You died for my sins so that You could defeat death and bring me into Your life. Please forgive me.

I ask You to be Lord of my life. I ask you to heal my hurts and show me what my new life, empowered by You looks like. Thank You for Your mercy.

Book Review: If You Ask Me (And of Course You Wont) by Betty White

I think it is safe to say that most people know who Betty White was and so her book If You Ask Me (And of Course You Wont) might not be a stretch to want to read. It was a delightful read and really brought my spirits up and let me rest a bit to just enjoy a light read while the world kept doing what it does.

White was blunt in her communication and her writing reminds me of my sister, Jamie Holloway.

“Bets, you can lie to anyone in the world and even get away with it, perhaps, but when you are alone and look into your own eyes in the mirror, you can’t sidestep the truth. Always be sure you can meet those eyes directly. Otherwise, it’s big trouble, my girl.” Tess White, Betty White’s mother

…I think she got her honest ways from her mother.

White loved animals, all kinds. Some of her earliest memories are in the saddle with her father in the California Sierras where she also learned to love nature. What White really wanted to be when she grew up was a park ranger or a zookeeper, but those jobs weren’t available to women at the time she came of age. She was really overwhelmed with joy when she became an honorary ranger in 2010 by the U.S. Department of Agriculture Forest Service.

“If you life without passion, you can go through life without living any foot prints.” Chapter 6

Betty White believed in being honest and hard working. She needed little sleep and loved her work. Her career spans from 1949 until her death in 2021. Some of her most famous shows were: The Mary Tyler Moore Show, Mama’s Family, The Golden Girls, The Proposal, Hot in Cleveland, and Hosting SNL.

Betty White wrote that she loved writing because she could do it in her socks on the couch with her dog. Her writing is like a long and friendly conversation. I read her book in one sitting. I highly recommend reading this book and I think I will seek out her other books.

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I really enjoyed this book! Betty White is a joy! Her honesty is refreshing. She was a well-respected specialist in her art, but also in her love for nature preservation and animal advocacy. This book was an easy read and I would enjoy reading it again.

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My name is Summer. That is how you can call me. I hope that I am a blessing to you. I am not perfect. I will fall again. But I am forgiven.

For anyone reading this that isn’t a Christian, unapologetically, I am a Christian, but I believe there is room for lots of beliefs and religions in the world. It is not my intent to offend people with different beliefs than I have and I would be open to open-minded conversations with no goals of changing anyone’s mind, but sharing information.

If you are interested in becoming a Christian…Do you know Jesus? Do want the Holy Spirit to fill you and give you understanding and salvation? Ask Him. Want someone to pray with you? Contact me.

If you would like to know Jesus as your friend, but want to make this amazing commitment by yourself please pray something like this:

Thank you Jesus that You are the Son of God, the God that created heaven and earth. Thank you Jesus that You came to earth in the form of a man so that You would be able to empathize with my humanity. Thank You that You did this in order to fulfill the promises You made at the foundation of the world.

I realize that I am a sinner and do things that hurt myself and keep myself away from you. Thank You that You died for my sins so that You could defeat death and bring me into Your life. Please forgive me.

I ask You to be Lord of my life. I ask you to heal my hurts and show me what my new life, empowered by You looks like. Thank You for Your mercy.

 

Book Review: Dream More by Dolly Parton

Do you ever just need to read something that makes you feel inspired? Well this book does it! Dream More by Dolly Parton was based on a commencement speech Parton was asked to give at the University of Tennessee in 2009; it was everything she didn’t get to say.

As part of the Dollywood Foundation their mission is to inspire children to: dream more, learn more, care more and be more. This is something that Parton, hopes that we all do.

“Well, I always pray that I have enough to share and some to spare. And so far, God has obliged me.” Dolly Parton, Chapter 2

You don’t want to confuse dreams with wishes; there is a difference. Dreams are where you visualize yourself being successful at what’s important to you. Dreams build convictions and you work hard to pay the price for success. Wishes are just hopes without passion.

Dolly works very hard and she attributes this to watching her father work very hard. Having 12 children to feed, she watched him work very hard to care for his family. She is proud of how hard he worked for his family, knowing he could never afford a day off. Dolly, herself, requires very little sleep and works long hours, giving her all to her dreams and her team.

Strong work ethic is vital. When you learn more, it becomes easier to learn so Parton encourages everyone to learn more. You must learn more before you jump on a new dream.

Being a happy person makes everything easier:

  • love what you do
  • like yourself
  • enjoy other people: their company, their ideas, their personalities
  • keep a good spiritual grip on things
  • always pray for understanding and acceptance

Trust leads to respect. “When respect is gone, the biggest part of love dies.” Chapter 3

Caring is about striving for perfection. There are a lot of people that do just enough but that is not good enough.

“Being more is about following the Golden Rule and bringing into your life a commitment to be fair, generous and compassionate to everybody.” Dolly Parton, Chapter 4

When we go through down times its like God telling us to slow down and take inventory. You should always listen to that God core and care for others and the you truly will be something special.

Reading this book was a refreshing change of pace. It was an easy read. I read it in one sitting but I enjoyed listening to how much Parton loved her family. When her father told her how proud he was of her, once, she thought it was for a song she wrote or a movie she was in. When he told her it was because she was known as The Book Lady, she was really touched. She knew her father was smart, but he had never learned to read and she knew how important it was to him that she had a hand in helping children be more.

I highly recommend this book.

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Dolly Parton is an honest and hardworking person that strives to encourage people to live their dreams. This book was an easy and refreshing read.

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My name is Summer. That is how you can call me. I hope that I am a blessing to you. I am not perfect. I will fall again. But I am forgiven.

For anyone reading this that isn’t a Christian, unapologetically, I am a Christian, but I believe there is room for lots of beliefs and religions in the world. It is not my intent to offend people with different beliefs than I have and I would be open to open-minded conversations with no goals of changing anyone’s mind, but sharing information.

If you are interested in becoming a Christian…Do you know Jesus? Do want the Holy Spirit to fill you and give you understanding and salvation? Ask Him. Want someone to pray with you? Contact me.

If you would like to know Jesus as your friend, but want to make this amazing commitment by yourself please pray something like this:

Thank you Jesus that You are the Son of God, the God that created heaven and earth. Thank you Jesus that You came to earth in the form of a man so that You would be able to empathize with my humanity. Thank You that You did this in order to fulfill the promises You made at the foundation of the world.

I realize that I am a sinner and do things that hurt myself and keep myself away from you. Thank You that You died for my sins so that You could defeat death and bring me into Your life. Please forgive me.

I ask You to be Lord of my life. I ask you to heal my hurts and show me what my new life, empowered by You looks like. Thank You for Your mercy.

 

Book Review: Think Like a Horse by Grant Golliher

Think Like a Horse by Grant Golliher is an inspirational book for anyone, regardless of whether they are trying to run a large company or a happy home.

Make the right thing easy and the wrong thing difficult.

People are like horses in that you can’t corner them and expect them to trust you — you need to create an environment where they feel safe. You need to be patient and consistent and give them the freedom to choose.

How to create a safe space:

  • Set clear boundaries
  • Show patience
  • Show humility
  • Show transparency
  • Show a slowness to judge
  • Have compassion for wounds we can’t see

Horses and people that don’t have a safe space will not feel safe, they will feel defensive, which they may show in many ways that wont be very productive. So whether you are in the board room or you need to move some cattle, you want your people or horses to feel safe.

Having Feel  – knowing when someone or a horse is ready to share something and also knowing when to be quiet. Having feel helps you know how to push or wait, depending on the moment.

Honor the slightest try and the smallest change.

Forgiveness is a choice that not everyone can choose…but making the choice is important to your health.

Like children, when horses are not taught boundaries they will become spoiled, pushy and difficult to handle.

People who have clear boundaries are more comfortable in social settings.

“The power of a boundary is that it is voluntarily honored — and doing so establishes a relationship of mutual respect.” Chapter 14

Boundaries + Consequences + Freedom to choose = Respect

Be slow to take and quick to give.

Horses, like people, know when you really trust them or respect their power to choose or not. If you treat your horse like a slave he will do what he has to do, but he will resent it. If you haven’t established a bond with your horses, they might let you catch them in the corral because they feel like they don’t have a choice but they will leave you the first chance they get. If your relationship relies on force rather than free choice, it is not really a partnership.

If you get thrown because your horse stepped in a hole, your horse will go to what he is loyal to. If he is your partner, he will stay with you as long as you need him. If you have not earned his respect, he will go where he feels safe, to the barn where his food is. Chapter 15

Always quit on a good note.

“Humility isn’t denying your strengths; it’s being honest about your weaknesses,” Rick Warren, Chapter 12

When you are working on growth it is always good to stop when you are able to say, “Good job.” Everyone likes to be appreciated.

I would like to thank my sister, Jamie Holloway for loaning me this copy of Think Like a Horse by Grant Golliher. If you would like to read her review make sure to check out JamieChasesButterflies.com.

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This book took me on a ride I wasn’t anticipating, mainly because of where I am in my life. This book is deeply compelling to those who are healing from emotional neglect. Golliher is a compassionate and good man towards his horses and the people he serves. I enjoyed his authenticity.

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My name is Summer. That is how you can call me. I hope that I am a blessing to you. I am not perfect. I will fall again. But I am forgiven.

For anyone reading this that isn’t a Christian, unapologetically, I am a Christian, but I believe there is room for lots of beliefs and religions in the world. It is not my intent to offend people with different beliefs than I have and I would be open to open-minded conversations with no goals of changing anyone’s mind, but sharing information.

If you are interested in becoming a Christian…Do you know Jesus? Do want the Holy Spirit to fill you and give you understanding and salvation? Ask Him. Want someone to pray with you? Contact me.

If you would like to know Jesus as your friend, but want to make this amazing commitment by yourself please pray something like this:

Thank you Jesus that You are the Son of God, the God that created heaven and earth. Thank you Jesus that You came to earth in the form of a man so that You would be able to empathize with my humanity. Thank You that You did this in order to fulfill the promises You made at the foundation of the world.

I realize that I am a sinner and do things that hurt myself and keep myself away from you. Thank You that You died for my sins so that You could defeat death and bring me into Your life. Please forgive me.

I ask You to be Lord of my life. I ask you to heal my hurts and show me what my new life, empowered by You looks like. Thank You for Your mercy.

 

Book Review that isn’t a Book Review: Running on Empty Overcome Your Childhood Emotional Neglect by Jonice Webb, PhD with Christine Mussello, PsyD

I have been working on my mental health most of my life. The first time I saw a counselor was when I was 5-years-old. I wasn’t handling the death of my great-grandmother well, so I began seeing the school counselor. I was never a stranger to the school counselor. Once out of school, I saw therapists off and on throughout the years but I really started digging deep when I was 25-years-old with my pastor. Since then I have been to many therapists. My current therapist specializes in trauma and she began using the term Emotional Neglect Survivor with me about a year ago and suggested the book Running on Empty Overcome Your Childhood Emotional Neglect by Jonice Webb, PhD with Christine Mussello, PsyD.

To take Emotional Neglect Questionnaire go online to:
/https://drjonicewebb.com/cen-questionnaire/

I didn’t take the test until I had finished reading the book, which I have to say I fought with. Not because it was hard to read, because it wasn’t. It was as if all the work I had been doing for the last 26 years was stuffed into 229 pages and there were proper words put into some of what I had been working through. After sitting with my thoughts for a day, I think it was just hard to know this. I am not surprised that I got 16 out of 22 on the questionnaire.

The Ordinary Healthy Parent in Action:

    1. Parent feels an emotional connection to the child.
    2. Parent pays attention to the child and sees him as a unique and separate person, rather than an extension of the parent, a possession or a burden.
    3. Using the parent/child emotional connections and paying attention, the parent responds competently to the child’s emotional needs.

I had to force myself to pay attention to the reading for the first two chapters. My natural tendency to dissociate was strong as I read. I know I have always been loved but my parents did not have all the tools they needed.

Being an extension or having the feeling of ownership was commonly felt or seen as I grew up in my family. Often I felt I was a burden, an extension and a possession. I did not express my needs because at my father’s house, he thought my mother was taking care of me and at my mother’s house, she was too overwhelmed. I got my first job at 10-years-old and began buying what I could for myself. I also helped with bills, car repairs and insurance before I was even out of high school. I was not asked. I bought expensive gifts for my sisters, who were treated more preferably. I bought gifts for my mother, for my sisters to give to her. I definitely had an extreme sense of responsibility.

When my father left, I was expected to do a lot of what he did: repairs, I could manage, holding the door for my mother, care of my sisters, who were only 3 and 5 years younger than me. I also had to learn to clean and cook at age 9 years. My sisters were taught to overlook me. I was called names and yelled at and never defended, unless I fell apart. All of this has been flooding back as I read this book. Mental health care is not for the weak.

Types of Emotional Neglectful Parents:

    1. The Narcissistic Parent – They see their kids as extensions of themselves and not separate people. The needs of the children are defined by the needs of the parent and when the child expresses their needs they are accused of being selfish or inconsiderate.
    2. The Authoritarian Parent – Children are expected to obey without explanation or any exception for individual needs, temperament or feelings of individual children.
    3. The Permissive Parent – Provides no limits, structure or a strong adult presence against which the child can relate against.
    4. The Bereaved Parent – Divorced or Widowed and desperately trying to cope while grieving.
    5. The Addicted Parent – Compulsive behaviors that effect time, behavior and resources. While parents are engaged in addictive behaviors they are not actively parenting. They are like 2 people.
    6. The Depressed Parent – Tends to disappear, they are turned inward, focused themselves and what is wrong with themselves, worried about if they will make it. Children don’t know how to get positive attention. Bad behavior, at least gets some attention.
    7. The Workaholic Parent – Often driven, successful people that work long hours and are obsessed by their jobs and tend to not pay attention to the needs and feelings of their children.
    8. The Parent with a Special Needs Family Member – Care-giving parents are always in crisis mode and adults responsibilities are often put on the child even if unintentionally.
    9. The Achievement/Perfection Focused Parent – Pressures their child to be perfect and achieve what the parent wants, maybe because they expect perfection from themselves or they are living vicariously through their child, or maybe because they were raised the same way and that is what they know.
    10. The Sociopathic Parent – Feels no guilt or empathy. Other people’s feelings are meaningless because they can’t feel them. If they can control you, they may feel love for you, but if they can’t, they may despise you, be a bully or play the victim.
    11. Child as Parent – Child must behave as a parent to themselves, siblings and even to parent in extreme cases. This is common in families with hardships like death, divorce, financial, addiction, mental illness or chronic illness.
    12. The Well-Meaning-but-Neglected-Themselves-Parent – Parents that weren’t raised in homes where emotions were acknowledged or dealt with properly often don’t know how to foster this in their children even though they love their children. They simply recreate their own childhood experiences.

I can’t in good conscience call this article a book review, although I am sharing good information from the book, I am also sharing my honest responses, which believe it or not, are censored. This makes this an honest opinion piece. Because of divorce, I was raised with 3 parents. Because of their idiosyncrasies, my parents, from my perspective, fit 9 of the 12 types of ENPs and in reality if someone were to ask my siblings their feelings, they might come up with a different number that is lessor or greater than mine because we had different parents, depending on the situation and who’s house we were in.

The most important type of parent, and the point that is frequently brought up throughout the book, which I really appreciate is The Well-Meaning-but-Neglected-Themselves-Parent. Fostering good emotions is a very new concept. I had what I needed, not a lot, but I had a roof over my head, enough food and clothes, shoes, I had toys and a bike. Some of my things were nicer than some of my friends, some of my things weren’t but I was satisfied. What I didn’t have and always missed was a connection with my parents and although I was always trying to get them to turn off the TV or listen to me, or do something I wanted to do, or even just let me tell my side of the story before they yelled at my for something I didn’t do, how were they able to do that, when that wasn’t shown to them by my grandparents? How could they model something they never saw because my grandparents never saw it?

In reality I am only 3 generations in The United States of America on both sides of my family. My family are immigrants and pioneers. They are workers. They didn’t have time for emotions. How can I hold that against them? I don’t. But I do have to look at me and fix me so that I can have a conversation with my father and not scream obscenities at him because my PTSD got triggered when he accused me of something my siblings told him I did, that if I did, is none of his business because we are all adults now, but I felt like a powerless child and the only words I could come up with are the ones he uses when he gets angry…which are not even ones I use. What a mess.

Do you see why fostering healthy emotions in ourselves and our children is important? I do!

The Neglected Child, All Grown Up May Feel:

    1. Feelings of Emptiness
    2. Counter-Dependence or the fear of being dependent on anyone
    3. Unrealistic Self-Appraisal
    4. No Compassion for Self, Plenty for Others
    5. Guilt & Shame – What is wrong with me?
    6. Self-Directed Anger or Self Blame
    7. The Fatal Flaw (If People Really Knew Me They Wont Like Me)
    8. Difficulty Nurturing Self and Others
    9. Poor Self-Discipline
    10. Alexithymia or not knowing how you feel or being able to put words to your emotions

As adults we need to work on these in ourselves because we will pass these same traits onto our children. Because we didn’t know is a good excuse, but now we do so we need to start working on being better so our kids will be healthier, more productive and happier.

Suicidal Feelings

In 2007 there were 34,598 suicides, that is 95 per day. There are 1,045 suicide attempts every day.

Some Reasons for Suicide:

    • Response to a negative event, like public failure or humiliation
    • Avoid consequences
    • Mental illness
    • Any number of other reasons

Emptiness or numbness is worse than pain.

Common Traits of Suicidal People:

    • Emptiness and numbness
    • Suffering in silence
    • Questioning the meaning and value of their life (what is the point of living)
    • Escape fantasy

From the time I was 16-years-old, until I was about 25-year-old I was tortured by thoughts of suicide. Mostly it was emptiness, wanting the pain to stop, feeling like I had no choices, extreme feelings of fear and anxiety or flashbacks. It got better for a while and then came back after a terrible break up when I was 29 and then when I married Karen G Clemenson it left. I sometimes have fleeting thoughts but I tell Karen or Jamie Holloway about it. We discuss the situation and usually there is a trigger and just finding the trigger stops the feeling for me. Most recently, I hardly have to tell them any more. I can tell them I went through the process as an afterthought. Growth is awesome.

If you or someone you know are struggling with feelings of suicidal thoughts please seek help.

Go to: https://988lifeline.org/ or dial 988 for help today.

So when you realize that you are Running on Empty you have to Fill the Tank…

Factors That Get in the Way of Successful Change:

    1. False Expectations
    2. Avoidance
    3. Discomfort – change is scary

It is important to to understand that Feelings Matter and What To Do With Your Feelings:

    1. Understand the purpose and value of emotions
    2. Identify and name your feelings
    3. Learn to self-monitor your feelings
    4. Accept and trust your feelings
    5. Learn to express your feelings effectively
    6. Recognize and understand and value emotions in relationships

For every emotion there is a purpose. Emotions are our feedback system.

    • Fear tells us to escape or preserve ourself.
    • Anger pushes us to fight back or protect ourself.
    • Love drives us to care for our spouse, children or others.
    • Passion drives us to procreate, create and invent.
    • Hurt pushes us to correct a situation.
    • Sadness tells us we are losing something important.
    • Compassion pushes us to help others.
    • Disgust tells us to avoid something.
    • Curiosity drives us to explore and learn.

In a healthy relationship you are able to say something like: When you don’t respond to my messages or invite me to events, I feel rejected. If the person cares about you, they will probably make an effort to respond better to you. In an unhealthy relationship the person will probably become defensive. I have experienced both. I don’t give my time to the latter group anymore. When I was told I was the only one with the problem, it took me a while to realize they weren’t going to change but eventually, as I learned to value myself, I chose to not choose to be rejected anymore.

I now choose to give my time to people that make time for me, that validate me and support me and show that they see me as an individual. I am seeing more growth in myself and a lot more peace. I also have more to give to my friends and adopted family.

Self-Care

    1. Nurturing yourself:
      – putting yourself first
      – learning to say no
      – asking for help
      – discover likes and dislikes
      – put higher priority on personal enjoyment
      – eating well
      – exercise
      – rest and relaxation
    2. Improve self-discipline
    3. Self-soothing:
      – bubble bath
      – long hot shower
      – listening to music
      – cook or bake
      – spend time with pet
      – detail car
      – play with kids
      – exercise
      – go for a walk
      – play an instrument
      – enjoy essential oils
      – call a friend
      – cloud watch
      – clean
      – got to the movies
      – look out the window
      – meditate
      – positive self-talk
    4. Have compassion for yourself
    5. Allow yourself to be human

Self-care is really important and it can be difficult to build a routine but be patient with yourself. Start with one new habit at a time. I have been working for years to create better habits for myself. I fail, forgive myself, and I start over all the time. It part of being human.

I am not a parent yet. I hope to foster or adopt in the future. This is part of what fuels my fervent search for peace in myself. I promised myself I would never become a parent unless I could give my children what I didn’t have, emotional stability, involved parents and peace. Right now we are still working on financial stability which does play a part in emotional stability. I am lucky that I have a partner that wants peace and communication as much as I do.

For people that have children and want to end the cycle there are very helpful techniques listed in the book. There is also a section for professionals and resources. Running on Empty is a very easy to read but hard to digest in one sitting book, meaning you may need to take it in bites. It is painful to read some of the truths in this book if you aren’t ready for them. Change is hard, like I said, but it is worth it. I highly recommend this book to anyone that is trying to find what is missing inside themselves.

Buy your own copy of Running on Empty Overcome Your Childhood Emotional Neglect by Jonice Webb, PhD with Christine Mussello, PsyD on Amazon.

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This was an important book to read for me. Although I have been working on the things spoken of in this book for about 26 years, many of the principles didn’t have names. Emotional Neglect is a term I only heard in the last year or so with my current therapist, who suggested I read this book. Although I had to force myself to not dissociate while I read the first 2 chapters and I struggled through other parts of the book, I believe that too is important to my growth.

I love that the author states that most of us are Emotional Neglect survivors because no one knew to foster healthy emotions in their children, so while it was my parent’s responsibility to do this, it is easy for me to have compassion for them too, because they couldn’t teach me what they didn’t know. In a world we are quick to lay blame, I think this viewpoint is healthy in helping us take responsibility for our wellness now.

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My name is Summer. That is how you can call me. I hope that I am a blessing to you. I am not perfect. I will fall again. But I am forgiven.

For anyone reading this that isn’t a Christian, unapologetically, I am a Christian, but I believe there is room for lots of beliefs and religions in the world. It is not my intent to offend people with different beliefs than I have and I would be open to open-minded conversations with no goals of changing anyone’s mind, but sharing information.

If you are interested in becoming a Christian…Do you know Jesus? Do want the Holy Spirit to fill you and give you understanding and salvation? Ask Him. Want someone to pray with you? Contact me.

If you would like to know Jesus as your friend, but want to make this amazing commitment by yourself please pray something like this:

Thank you Jesus that You are the Son of God, the God that created heaven and earth. Thank you Jesus that You came to earth in the form of a man so that You would be able to empathize with my humanity. Thank You that You did this in order to fulfill the promises You made at the foundation of the world.

I realize that I am a sinner and do things that hurt myself and keep myself away from you. Thank You that You died for my sins so that You could defeat death and bring me into Your life. Please forgive me.

I ask You to be Lord of my life. I ask you to heal my hurts and show me what my new life, empowered by You looks like. Thank You for Your mercy.

 

A Lentil Party Dinner

Sometimes you get to choose your dinner and sometimes you eat what you have. I am calling our meal tonight A Lentil Party Dinner because I can. It sounds fun and there are ingredients I am only used to seeing at a party in our meal because a friend gave them to us and I am grateful and didn’t want to be wasteful so I got creative.

Unlike most of my posts that are pretty well thought out, this one is off the cuff so it will have more candor. Maybe we will have more fun. I have been trying to change things up in the last week because I have become bored with the every day things that must be done, but I realize they don’t have to be done the same way. This means my workouts have taken different forms, I have let myself sleep more and my meals are random and smaller most of the time. Today I did a Gua Sha massage on my left leg with my rose quartz stone, that Jamie Holloway gave me. I used Balance and Aroma Touch and focused on deep breathing and thought about how I love myself and how Jamie loves me, when I looked at the stone. These massages hurt a lot but they help with my lymphedema and I could tell by the end that the shape of my leg was different and the color of my skin was better. Self-care is very important.

Eating is part of self-care. It is important to try to bring balance to our diet. Regardless of your food philosophy, or beliefs, proper nutrition is vital to loving yourself. Although I consider Little Smokies and Cream Cheese to be party foods, I do see they have some value and they are not without a level of fun to a regular diet. By no means, are we perfect in our diet plan. Karen G Clemenson and I are both living with sugar addiction that we try to keep at bay, but we regularly enjoy desert, in reasonable servings.

So where is the fun, I promised? I don’t know. I just finished reading a very emotional book and I just didn’t want to write a book review yet. So I thought I would share with you how I cleaned out our pantry items and a few odds and ends to make a yummy stew…We are very lucky that with the car repairs that we have had to endure, that we have had friends that have helped us. We were not expecting this level of expense. We were not expecting to go almost 2 weeks without the car. Both of these things have made life more of a challenge. Literally there have been times that I was about to explode and my eye caught a scripture that I happened to write on a note card and taped to the wall, at some point, that was perfect for that moment. Let me tell you, God is good all the time.

Now thanks be to God who always leads us in triumph in Christ and through us diffuses the fragrance of His knowledge in every place.

2 Corinthians 2:14

So…anyway here is what I did to make A Lentil Party Dinner…

I chopped up:

  • 3 onions
  • 4 carrots
  • 4 celery stalks
  • 2 zuccini
  • 2 packages of little smokies

…and added each item to the crock pot on high to get them going with some olive oil, salt and pepper.

Then I rinsed a bag of lentils and added them to the crock pot along with:

  • a box of Organic Beef Bone Broth
  • a package of Cream Cheese chopped up
  • a few cubes of gluten free beef and chicken bullion (to taste)
  • enough water to level it off

After about an hour, I reduced heat to low, gave a good stir and tasted the broth, then added:

  • Pepper (to taste)
  • Garlic powder (to taste)
  • Italian Seasoning (to taste)

Then I left it alone for several hours…I got some cleaning done and took a nap.

I was careful to not add a lot of salt to this dish. The Little Smokies and the Cream Cheese have a lot of sodium, as well as the Bone Broth and bouillon and it did not need it. The Smokies gave the whole pot a huge amount of smokiness and the Cream Cheese gave a creaminess to the broth. It was wonderful.

…we also got a good blend of vegetables which are full of nutrients and fiber (which my primary doctor is very adamant that I need), and some good vegetable protein, while having a fun stew that is filling…it is also very gaseous…I forgot to add bay leaves when cooking…Bay Leaves usually help and they also have a lot of health benefits…

I was so thankful for my blend of Essential Oils I use to help with gas…Contact Me if you want me to give you my recipe…even the peppermint tea helped but I am still processing…Cancer meds make gas worse, in case you didn’t know that…Getting older is a gift but it is not for the weak!

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My name is Summer. That is how you can call me. I hope that I am a blessing to you. I am not perfect. I will fall again. But I am forgiven.

For anyone reading this that isn’t a Christian, unapologetically, I am a Christian, but I believe there is room for lots of beliefs and religions in the world. It is not my intent to offend people with different beliefs than I have and I would be open to open-minded conversations with no goals of changing anyone’s mind, but sharing information.

If you are interested in becoming a Christian…Do you know Jesus? Do want the Holy Spirit to fill you and give you understanding and salvation? Ask Him. Want someone to pray with you? Contact me.

If you would like to know Jesus as your friend, but want to make this amazing commitment by yourself please pray something like this:

Thank you Jesus that You are the Son of God, the God that created heaven and earth. Thank you Jesus that You came to earth in the form of a man so that You would be able to empathize with my humanity. Thank You that You did this in order to fulfill the promises You made at the foundation of the world.

I realize that I am a sinner and do things that hurt myself and keep myself away from you. Thank You that You died for my sins so that You could defeat death and bring me into Your life. Please forgive me.

I ask You to be Lord of my life. I ask you to heal my hurts and show me what my new life, empowered by You looks like. Thank You for Your mercy.

 

Book Review: Walking on the Wind Cherokee Teachings for Harmony & Balance by Michael Tlanusta Garrett

Walking on the Wind Cherokee Teachings for Harmony & Balance by Michael Tlanusta Garrett was a joy to read not just because of the short stories and anecdotes but the great and simple wisdom found on every page. It was a book I didn’t want to end and look forward to enjoying again and again.

There were a few main “rules or beliefs” that Garrett seemed to rely strongly on for explanation of many things. One was the Rule of Acceptance. This was an answer given to him by his father for many questions he asked while growing up.

The Rule of Acceptance says:

  • It is important to listen and open our spirit by giving away our need to control or change other people.
  • Sometimes it is not the right answer but the right question and being ready for what comes that is important. If you have to ask you may not be ready.
  • Things that need to happen have a way of happening regardless of our expectations so our responsibility is to let life happen and to make good choices instead of forcing life to happen.
  • Expect nothing and appreciate the value of everything.
  • Right or wrong are considered relative and limiting value terms that potentially rob a person of the opportunity to experience life fully in mind, body, spirit and natural environment and thus to learn from his or her experiences.
  • There is a natural way of things.
  • Knowing that everything has its purpose and its own time.

Cherokee spiritual beliefs require harmony and balance which emphasizes:

  • Everything is alive.
  • Everything has a purpose.
  • All things are connected.
  • We can embrace the Medicine of all living things as we are all walking together in The Circle.

The Circle reflects the interrelationship of all living beings and the natural progression or growth of life itself. Harmony and balance are necessary for the survival of all life. The Circle honors all that is, all that has ever been, and all that will ever be.

  • Creator
  • Mother Earth
  • Ourselves
  • The 4 Directions

Medicine is the inner power that connects to all living beings through the heart. It can be used for creative or destructive purposes, either contributing or taking away from the Greater Circle of Life.

Being in harmony means being in step with the universe; being in disharmony means being out of step with the universe.

“Harmony and balance is not a point that you eventually reach and then have to figure out a way to stay there; it is a constant state of living and learning — with clarity and compassion.” Chapter 11

7 Life Lessons in the Rule of Opposites:

  1. Opposites are extensions of themselves, one opposite implies the other in the Great Circle.
  2. We choose our opposites — we are the source of our difficulty (until we learn we have wisdom to create more options).
  3. Everything serves a meaningful and important purpose in our lives.
  4. Asking the right questions, instead of asking for the right answer will teach us why we are asking questions and not just answering questions.
  5. Questioning assumptions and recognizing underlying meanings or truths might be more important than learning what really happened.
  6. Understanding underlying truths eliminates need for discord in our lives.
  7. Through choice of perspective and appropriate actions, we are free to balance ourselves as we see fit.

Keeping It All Balanced:

  • Find your own intuitive energy and listen to it.
  • Find how you are good at helping others.
  • Make sure to laugh every day and look for joy.
  • Be open to the energy all around us and enjoy it.
  • Eat well.
  • Get outside and move.
  • Celebrate life and love by opening all senses and sharing feelings with a special person.
  • Use quiet times to release stress, anxiety, fear and pain that you experience in life.
  • Find your own vision. What works for others might not work for you.

“…when we look at something as a gift, we tend to accept it as it is, to appreciate it as it is, and it just makes us feel good. There is a sense of connection. It touches something within us and somehow grants us sacred moments of harmony.” Chapter 12

There are so many answers to life to be found in Walking on the Wind Cherokee Teachings for Harmony & Balance. This book also encouraged many other books to read so my reading list has grown considerably. I am excited about that too. I hope you enjoyed this review.

You can get your own copy of Walking on the Wind Cherokee Teachings for Harmony & Balance by Michael Tlanusta Garrett on Amazon.

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Very inspirational read. I will read again and again. I also was inspired to write other books mentioned in the text that I intend to look into. Beautifully written; humble, insightful and spiritually inspirational for anyone on many types of journeys.

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My name is Summer. That is how you can call me. I hope that I am a blessing to you. I am not perfect. I will fall again. But I am forgiven.

For anyone reading this that isn’t a Christian, unapologetically, I am a Christian, but I believe there is room for lots of beliefs and religions in the world. It is not my intent to offend people with different beliefs than I have and I would be open to open-minded conversations with no goals of changing anyone’s mind, but sharing information.

If you are interested in becoming a Christian…Do you know Jesus? Do want the Holy Spirit to fill you and give you understanding and salvation? Ask Him. Want someone to pray with you? Contact me.

If you would like to know Jesus as your friend, but want to make this amazing commitment by yourself please pray something like this:

Thank you Jesus that You are the Son of God, the God that created heaven and earth. Thank you Jesus that You came to earth in the form of a man so that You would be able to empathize with my humanity. Thank You that You did this in order to fulfill the promises You made at the foundation of the world.

I realize that I am a sinner and do things that hurt myself and keep myself away from you. Thank You that You died for my sins so that You could defeat death and bring me into Your life. Please forgive me.

I ask You to be Lord of my life. I ask you to heal my hurts and show me what my new life, empowered by You looks like. Thank You for Your mercy.

 

Book Review: Beloved by Toni Morrison

124 was spiteful…Those are the words that begin the novel Beloved by Toni Morrison. I tend to take notes while I read; to remember important words and thoughts that stand out to me but this book made me feel so much that I didn’t want to write it down. I didn’t need to write it down.

I love the way Toni Morrison writes. She is one of my favorite authors for a reason. She can take me somewhere, I never intended to be. She can make me see things I didn’t know to see. She can answer questions I didn’t know to ask.

In Beloved we are entrenched in the story of former slaves with deep dark stories they have tried to hide themselves from but can’t. Their pain has become alive in a house that has scared everyone away, even most of the people that lived at 124 Bluestone Road. But as the story progresses they are forced to look at these stories of pain and survival.

As fear isolated Suthe and her daughter Denver and eventually the reincarnation of Beloved; fear forced Denver to reach out to her community for help to save her family. This spiritually charged novel is powerful, not only in the strength we see in what a community can do, but what a family can do, what forgiveness can do, what desperation can do and what the human spirit can move through because it must.

I know if I read this book many more times I will still find more details and layers to appreciate. I highly recommend this book, along with your security blanket and box of tissues.

Although I would have eventually read this book because I love Toni Morrison’s writing what encouraged me to read it now was reading The Reading List. A book I also encourage you to check out at your earliest convenience.

I checked this book out at the Longview Public Library but you can get your own copy of Beloved by Toni Morrison at Amazon.com.

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Toni Morrison can go so deep. More deep than I am ready for at times but she make me think and feel. She helps me see and heal. I love her writing. She makes me more real. I highly recommend this book.

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My name is Summer. That is how you can call me. I hope that I am a blessing to you. I am not perfect. I will fall again. But I am forgiven.

For anyone reading this that isn’t a Christian, unapologetically, I am a Christian, but I believe there is room for lots of beliefs and religions in the world. It is not my intent to offend people with different beliefs than I have and I would be open to open-minded conversations with no goals of changing anyone’s mind, but sharing information.

If you are interested in becoming a Christian…Do you know Jesus? Do want the Holy Spirit to fill you and give you understanding and salvation? Ask Him. Want someone to pray with you? Contact me.

If you would like to know Jesus as your friend, but want to make this amazing commitment by yourself please pray something like this:

Thank you Jesus that You are the Son of God, the God that created heaven and earth. Thank you Jesus that You came to earth in the form of a man so that You would be able to empathize with my humanity. Thank You that You did this in order to fulfill the promises You made at the foundation of the world.

I realize that I am a sinner and do things that hurt myself and keep myself away from you. Thank You that You died for my sins so that You could defeat death and bring me into Your life. Please forgive me.

I ask You to be Lord of my life. I ask you to heal my hurts and show me what my new life, empowered by You looks like. Thank You for Your mercy.

 

Book Review: In the Name of Gucci A Memoir by Patricia Gucci

In the Name of Gucci A Memoir is written by Patricia Gucci, the daughter of Aldo Gucci and Bruna Palombo.

The Gucci brand was first created by Patricia’s grandfather, Guccio Gucci, whom she never met, in 1921 under the name G. GUCCI & Co. The First Gucci Logo was a young page in full livery and a cap carrying a suitcase in one hand and a Gladstone bag in the other hand to memorialize his first job as a page at the Savoy Hotel in England.

The workshop was filled with wholesale leather from Germany, made very affordable following World War I. Guccio planned to create superior leather goods with lesser quality hides by using skilled dyeing and treating techniques. As the business grew he also offered repair services.

Guccio Gucci was short-tempered and had little patience and was known to be a perfectionist. He believed in family and commitment to business came first. He instilled a competitive spirit amongst his children and expected his family to present themselves to the world with fine clothes, grace and gentility to make the best possible impression.

Guccio pushed his sons, Aldo, Vasco and Rodolfo to run deliveries in order to help the business grow. Guccio’s daughter, Grimalda, ran the cash register along with her mother, Aida who also ran the staff as tightly as she ran her household. As he grew, Guccio’s oldest son, Aldo showed that he had the same zeal for the company as his father and he also had the entrepreneurial spirit needed to make Gucci the world renowned empire it would become.

Aldo had tons of energy and passion. He loved business, family and women. He traveled constantly, looking for new ideas and types of hides and fabrics to use for products. Since Italy is so centrally located they were often affected by wars, making leather hard to come by, creating a need to find other fabrics that could be used for Gucci’s high end products. In his travels, Aldo met many people and women. In 1927, his father forced Aldo to marry Olwen Price. Pregnant with his first son, Guccio would not allow Aldo to leave her uncared for. This loveless marriage produced 3 sons: Giorgio, Paolo and Roberto. Aldo was rarely home and his wife made peace with raising the children on her own. It was illegal to divorce in Italy until the late 1970’s and it was unheard of in the Catholic Church.

Guccio was so passionate about his work that he would wave pieces of leather under his grandchildren’s noses and tell them this was the smell of their future. Aldo also fostered the competitive spirit in his children and enlisted them in the stockroom and deliveries just as his father had done, in order to ready them for a future in the company he was helping to build for them.

As Guccio and Aldo slowly added stores throughout Italy and Rome they also agreed to simplify the the logo to the double G’s we know now. The simplified logo would last much longer than the more complicated and personal one they had been using.

The first Gucci Store to open in The United States was in November of 1953, although Guccio did not see it, he had passed away in January, yet he had given his blessing and passed the torch onto Aldo to grow the company.

In April of 1956, 18-year-old Bruna Palomba made her way to the Gucci store at 21 Via Condotti, Rome to apply for a job. She was engaged, but not happy with her fiancé who was much like her controlling father and brother, she wanted to make her own money and she was happy to be hired. She started in the storeroom and quickly was promoted to the shop floor. Each time she ran into Dr. Aldo Gucci he was very kind to her and complimentary. When his secretary had to leave her position, Bruna was given this job where she had much more time with him. His kindness increased, as well as the flirting and gifts.

Although he was a public figure, and married he pursued Bruna unceasingly. Even though she asked him to stop. Eventually she too could not ignore her feelings. She ended her relationship with her fiancé but still tried to resist Aldo for as long as she could.

Throughout the years, Aldo continued to travel constantly, building the Gucci name. He took care of his first wife and children. He also made time for Bruna and their daughter Patricia; they were alone a lot but they looked forward to their time with him as he was the light of their life. In the end, Aldo’s nephew, which he had taken under his wing to personally train, and his son’s locked him out of his company and sold all their shares to another company, breaking his heart. But he was able to see that Bruna and Patricia were there always and his faith helped him through this hard time.

Because of choices he didn’t always have full control over he had been made to pay dearly by paying back taxes, losing his ability to live in The United States, having to sell many of his properties and artifacts and doing time in prison but he always tried to live life gracefully. He could have run back to Italy, but he chose to stay and face his responsibilities and I really respect that. When he died in January of 1990, of cancer, Aldo had said all he needed to say and made peace with his family.

I really enjoyed this book more than I thought I would. I meant to check out a different book, that my nephew had suggested, but the library doesn’t have it yet and they gave me this one. I believe Patricia Gucci did an excellent job of pulling me into her family and helping me to see their humanity. I highly recommend this book.

I checked out my copy from the Longview Public Library but you can purchase your own copy of In the Name of Gucci A Memoir by Patricia Gucci on Amazon

In the Name of GucciIn the Name of Gucci by Patricia Gucci
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

Patricia Gucci drew me into her family. I finished the book last night and I am still mourning the death of Aldo Gucci, although he passed away over 30 years ago and I only met him this week. I am not one that cares for brands and self-importance but I understand building a company and I understand family. The culture of the time and differences between all the countries are romantic. I was truly pulled in and able to see the passion these people had for each other and the Gucci brand and I could feel the pain of betrayal that Aldo felt as his sons and nephew took advantage of his years of building only to lock him out and sell, yet he forgave as best he could. Bravo!

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My name is Summer. That is how you can call me. I hope that I am a blessing to you. I am not perfect. I will fall again. But I am forgiven.

For anyone reading this that isn’t a Christian, unapologetically, I am a Christian, but I believe there is room for lots of beliefs and religions in the world. It is not my intent to offend people with different beliefs than I have and I would be open to open-minded conversations with no goals of changing anyone’s mind, but sharing information.

If you are interested in becoming a Christian…Do you know Jesus? Do want the Holy Spirit to fill you and give you understanding and salvation? Ask Him. Want someone to pray with you? Contact me.

If you would like to know Jesus as your friend, but want to make this amazing commitment by yourself please pray something like this:

Thank you Jesus that You are the Son of God, the God that created heaven and earth. Thank you Jesus that You came to earth in the form of a man so that You would be able to empathize with my humanity. Thank You that You did this in order to fulfill the promises You made at the foundation of the world.

I realize that I am a sinner and do things that hurt myself and keep myself away from you. Thank You that You died for my sins so that You could defeat death and bring me into Your life. Please forgive me.

I ask You to be Lord of my life. I ask you to heal my hurts and show me what my new life, empowered by You looks like. Thank You for Your mercy.

 

Book Review: The House on Mango Street by Sandra Cisneros

The House on Mango Street by Sandra Cisneros was a wonderful surprise. this was the second book I have read by this author and this book is very different from Carmelo.

As a collection of short stories, The House on Mango Street tells about the all the families and people that live on Mango Street.

“I want to be
like the waves on the sea,
like the clouds in the wind,
but like me.
One day I’ll jump
out of my skin.
I’ll shake the sky
like a hundred violins.”
Chapter 58

This book is about growing up. It is about being a girl. It is about dreaming dreams. It took me a minute for me to catch on, but I eventually fell in love with The House on Mango Street by Sandra Cisneros.

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The House on Mango StreetThe House on Mango Street by Sandra Cisneros
My rating: 3 of 5 stars

I love the idea that this book is made of many little stories but I didn’t totally feel like the stories were truly linked together, however they were in a disconnected, connected way. I do love they way Cisneros uses words.

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My name is Summer. That is how you can call me. I hope that I am a blessing to you. I am not perfect. I will fall again. But I am forgiven.

For anyone reading this that isn’t a Christian, unapologetically, I am a Christian, but I believe there is room for lots of beliefs and religions in the world. It is not my intent to offend people with different beliefs than I have and I would be open to open-minded conversations with no goals of changing anyone’s mind, but sharing information.

If you are interested in becoming a Christian…Do you know Jesus? Do want the Holy Spirit to fill you and give you understanding and salvation? Ask Him. Want someone to pray with you? Contact me.

If you would like to know Jesus as your friend, but want to make this amazing commitment by yourself please pray something like this:

Thank you Jesus that You are the Son of God, the God that created heaven and earth. Thank you Jesus that You came to earth in the form of a man so that You would be able to empathize with my humanity. Thank You that You did this in order to fulfill the promises You made at the foundation of the world.

I realize that I am a sinner and do things that hurt myself and keep myself away from you. Thank You that You died for my sins so that You could defeat death and bring me into Your life. Please forgive me.

I ask You to be Lord of my life. I ask you to heal my hurts and show me what my new life, empowered by You looks like. Thank You for Your mercy.

 

Book Review: Born Standing Up A Comic’s Life by Steve Martin

I bought Born Standing Up A Comic’s Life by Steve Martin with my wife, Karen G Clemenson, in mind. I enjoy Steve Martin but Karen really loves him. She has been so busy so I got to this book first and I have really enjoyed the conversational manner that Martin writes.

Steve Martin is actually a pretty serious guy who seems to enjoy a semi-solitary existence. Born in Texas, his father, wanting Martin to be an actor, moved the family to California. Martin was an average student as a boy, but he was very devoted to learning magic tricks, comedy on the radio and TV, and teaching himself to pay the banjo by slowing down records and learning the sounds.

His first job was at the newly opened Disneyland, just 2 miles from his home. At 10-years-old he sold Disneyland guidebooks on the weekends and had free access to the park. As he got too old to sell guidebooks, Martin learned rope tricks and tight rope walking and enjoyed helping and learning new tricks in the 2 magic shops located in Disneyland. He also saw his first live performances there, which helped him later on.

Steve Martin’s 2nd job was at Knott’s Berry Farm at The Bird Cage Theatre. He was able to collaborate and learn a lot from performances there. From a relationship he had made there he later was invited to be a writer for the Smother’s Brother’s Show. He also wrote for the Sonny and Cher Comedy Hour.

Martin was always learning in any way he could. When he went to college he was no longer an average student but an A student. He studied philosophy until he felt as though he could argue there was no reason for philosophy and changed his studies to TV production.

Despite the fact that Martin suffered with hypochondria and anxiety attacks, he was able to overcome these and he spent a lot of time finding clubs where he could hone his standup comedy acts. He always worked to be original, making sure to not copy other artists and leave people wanting more. He came up with the anti-climatic punchline and he made sure never show to his doubt in any performance.

Martin’s first appearance on TV was on The Steve Allen Show, he also was on the Merv Griffin Show, Virginia Graham Show, Mike Douglas Show, he opened for Ann-Margret in 1971 and his first appearance on the Johnny Carson show was in October 1972. The first time that Steve Martin hosted Saturday Night Live was in October 1976.

“Comedy is a distortion of what is happening, and there will always be something happening.” Steve Martin

Surprisingly he father was not supportive of his career choices, even writing a bad review of him in the local newsletter where he lived. Martin’s mother didn’t like the content of his shows but she was very proud of his fame.

Steve Martin is not a man that just sits and lets life happen. He is an intelligent man, an educated man and he has worked hard for the fame he has earned. He is not just an actor and comedian. He is a musician. He has written several, books, screenplays and plays. I never realized how hard it is to be a comedian. The preparation and dedication to originality is amazing. I really enjoyed this book, I had a hard time putting it down.

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My name is Summer. That is how you can call me. I hope that I am a blessing to you. I am not perfect. I will fall again. But I am forgiven.

For anyone reading this that isn’t a Christian, unapologetically, I am a Christian, but I believe there is room for lots of beliefs and religions in the world. It is not my intent to offend people with different beliefs than I have and I would be open to open-minded conversations with no goals of changing anyone’s mind, but sharing information.

If you are interested in becoming a Christian…Do you know Jesus? Do want the Holy Spirit to fill you and give you understanding and salvation? Ask Him. Want someone to pray with you? Contact me.

If you would like to know Jesus as your friend, but want to make this amazing commitment by yourself please pray something like this:

Thank you Jesus that You are the Son of God, the God that created heaven and earth. Thank you Jesus that You came to earth in the form of a man so that You would be able to empathize with my humanity. Thank You that You did this in order to fulfill the promises You made at the foundation of the world.

I realize that I am a sinner and do things that hurt myself and keep myself away from you. Thank You that You died for my sins so that You could defeat death and bring me into Your life. Please forgive me.

I ask You to be Lord of my life. I ask you to heal my hurts and show me what my new life, empowered by You looks like. Thank You for Your mercy.

 

Book Review: Life of Pi by Yann Martel

If you are looking for an adventure, Life of Pi by Yann Martel is a perfect literary escapade. Life of Pi starts out fascinating to me, a child raised in the United States and not in India and not the child of zookeepers.

“In many ways, running a zoo is a hotel-keeper’s worst nightmare. Consider: the guests never leave their rooms; they expect not only lodging but full board; they receive a constant flow of visitors, some of whom are noisy and unruly. One has to wait until they saunter to their balconies, so to speak, before one can clean their rooms, and then one has to wait until they tire of the view and return to their room before one can clean their balconies; and there is much cleaning to do, for the guests are as unhygienic as alcoholics. Each guest is very particular about his or her diet, constantly complains about the slowness of the service, and never ever tips. To speak frankly, many are sexual deviants, either terribly repressed and subject to explosions of frenzied lasciviousness or openly depraved, in either case regularly affronting management with gross outrages of free sex and incest.” Chapter 4

Ordinary in many other ways, our main character, is quiet and the opposite to his athletic older brother. Given a name that is easy to tease, he has to be brave and rename himself Pi, as in π or 3.14. Pi lives in a country where religion is taken very seriously but most people choose Hindu, Muslim or Christian, not all three. It is different, but Pi’s mother can’t find a reason to make him stop studying all 3 religions so it is allowed.

“Though she had lived in Toronto for over 30 years, her French-speaking mind still slips on occasion on the understanding of English sounds. And so when she first heard of Hare Krishnas, she didn’t hear right. She heard ‘Hairless Christians,’ and that’s what they were to her for many years. When I corrected her, I told her that in fact she was not wrong; that Hindus, in their capacity for love, are indeed hairless Christians, just as Muslims, in the way they see God in everything, are bearded Hindus, and Christians, in their devotion to God are hat-wearing Muslims,” Chapter 16

Pi’s life is ordinary to him until his father gets the idea to sell the zoo and move his family to Canada. Regardless of how his family feels, deals are struck and the family finds themselves on the Japanese cargo ship, Tsimtsam along with several wild animals that they are delivering to new places.

While they slept, one night Pi is awakened by an odd sound and he gets out of bed to see what happened only to find the ship is sinking fast! Before he knows it, he finds himself in a lifeboat with a zebra, an orangutan, a hyena and a Bengal tiger named Richard Parker. By morning, this 16-year-old boy has lost his entire family and must learn to survive in the most extreme circumstances.

“Life on the lifeboat isn’t much of a life. It is like an end game in chess, a game with few pieces. The elements couldn’t be more simple, nor the stakes higher, Physically it is extraordinarily arduous, and morally it is killing. You must make adjustments if you want to survive. Much becomes expendable. You get your happiness where you can. You reach a point where you’re at the bottom of hell, yet you have your arms crossed and a smile on your face, and your feel you’re the luckiest person on earth. Why? Because at your feet you have a tiny dead fish.” Chapter 78

For over 6 months this young man figured out how to survive on the lifeboat. He made choices. He accepted loss. At times you forget he is only a boy and then other times you want to grab him and hold him tight. His devotion to his faith carried him through because that is what faith does. No matter what name you call it by.

“This beach, so soft firm and vast, was like the cheek of God, and somewhere two eyes were glittering with pleasure and a mouth was smiling at having me there.” chapter 94

I am glad I decided to read this book. It wasn’t the smoothest read but I know it was important for the part of life I am in for right now. Not all paths are smooth and sometimes seeing how others struggle through and listen to the wisdom inside ourselves, even when no one believes us, is exactly what we need.

I checked my book out at the Longview Public Library but your can buy your own copy of Life of Pi by Yann Martel on Amazon.

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My name is Summer. That is how you can call me. I hope that I am a blessing to you. I am not perfect. I will fall again. But I am forgiven.

For anyone reading this that isn’t a Christian, unapologetically, I am a Christian, but I believe there is room for lots of beliefs and religions in the world. It is not my intent to offend people with different beliefs than I have and I would be open to open-minded conversations with no goals of changing anyone’s mind, but sharing information.

If you are interested in becoming a Christian…Do you know Jesus? Do want the Holy Spirit to fill you and give you understanding and salvation? Ask Him. Want someone to pray with you? Contact me.

If you would like to know Jesus as your friend, but want to make this amazing commitment by yourself please pray something like this:

Thank you Jesus that You are the Son of God, the God that created heaven and earth. Thank you Jesus that You came to earth in the form of a man so that You would be able to empathize with my humanity. Thank You that You did this in order to fulfill the promises You made at the foundation of the world.

I realize that I am a sinner and do things that hurt myself and keep myself away from you. Thank You that You died for my sins so that You could defeat death and bring me into Your life. Please forgive me.

I ask You to be Lord of my life. I ask you to heal my hurts and show me what my new life, empowered by You looks like. Thank You for Your mercy.

 

Book Review: Gandhi An Autobiography The Story of My Experiments with Truth by Mohandas K. Gandhi

I knew nothing of Gandhi when I began reading Gandhi An Autobiography The Story of My Experiments with Truth by Mohandas K. Gandhi. I had no idea he had died in 1948, well before my parents were born. I knew people quoted him, but really that was about it and as I began to read his words I was pulled in to his simplicity, his desire to to serve, to be better and his loyalty to non-violence in ways I had never considered.

“I have nothing new to teach the world. Truth and non-violence are as old as the hills.” Gandhi

Gandhi was raised in a Vaishnavas family. This is a branch of modern Hinduism. They are vegetarians because they do not eat anything without making an offering to God first, and He has only asked for vegetable offerings.

Gandhi often spoke of “Ahimsa” a word that seemed to be a complex word that was one of pure love and non-violence. He was very devoted to his parents. Like many children in India, he was married very young. Gandhi was married at the age of 13 years old, in 1883. This seemed so strange to me but it is very normal in their culture and the wife still stays with her parents for much of the year, which I thought was very interesting. I don’t know if that is still a custom. But I do know that Gandhi struggled with being a good husband; I appreciate the humanity that he shared in the book. He was far from perfect but he was always working on himself to be better.

“The seeker after truth should be humbler than the dust. The world crushes the dust under its feet, but the seeker after the truth should be so humble himself the even the dust could crush him. Only then, and not till then, will he have a glimpse of truth.” Gandhi, November 26, 1925

Gandhi left his family in India while he studied law in England yet he had not learned about Indian law, Hindu and Mahomedan law when he was called to the bar in 1891 and he felt he was not prepared to practice law because having only read law was different than applying law. He was given the chance to watch the high court but his real help came when his brother found him work in the community.

Traveling in South Africa Gandhi experienced terrible “color prejudice.” On one instance he had his ears boxed and was beaten about his head for refusing to sit on the floor because the railroad agent wouldn’t let him sit in the seat he paid for and then the agent wanted the seat he made Gandhi take as consolation.

On another occasion, after being shoved by an officer into the street and being offered by a white friend to be helped to sue, Gandhi said: “You need not be sorry. What does the poor man know? All colored people are the same to him. He no doubt treats Negroes just as he has treated me. I have made it a rule not to go to court in respect of any personal grievances. I do not intend to proceed against him.”

The officer did apologize to Gandhi after being chastised by Gandhi’s high ranking friend, but Gandhi had already forgiven him. He also chose a new path to walk. The officer was guarding an officer’s home and there would be others. It was illegal for people of color to walk on the sidewalks or be out after 9 pm and Gandhi didn’t want to cause any issues with other officers.

“It has always been a mystery to me how men can feel themselves honored by the humiliation of their fellow beings.” Gandhi

As Gandhi’s popularity grew he was being requested to visit to other parts of South Africa he had never been to before. We didn’t have technology like we do today so rumors would spread that while he was with his family in India he was speaking poorly of people in South Africa, which was not true. Luckily for Gandhi, he had a weak voice and all of his speeches were written down for others to read for him so he could offer them as proof in South Africa that he was a comrade who only meant to make life better for the Indian immigrants in South Africa.

“Supposing the whites carry out their threats, how will you stand by your principle of non-violence? To which I replied: ‘I hope God will give me the courage and the sense to forgive them and to refrain from bringing them to law. I have no anger against them. I am only sorry for their ignorance and their narrowness. I know that their sincerely believe that what they are doing today is right and proper. I have no reason therefore to be angry with them.’”

Gandhi spent his whole life in servitude and learning how to do things better. He tried hard to spend as little money as possible in order to be able to give more to his community. He learned to do many things for himself that his fellow lawyers paid others to do, like his laundry and cutting his own hair. While he was learning, he would make mistakes and when his colleagues would laugh at him, he would take joy at their joy at his mistake. He walked everywhere, which he felt added to his health. As a simple life became more important to him, he got ride of things that were unnecessary.

“Service which is rendered without joy helps neither the servant nor the served. But all other pleasures and possessions pale into nothingness before service which is rendered in a spirit of joy.” Gandhi

Gandhi felt he should not receive gifts for his service to the community. When they gave him gifts of gold, silver and a diamond he entrusted some lawyers to a trust at a local bank to handle the fund and placed the valuables in there to be used when needed by the community. At the time his wife was upset but as they did benefit from it in the future, she came to see his wisdom.

Gandhi did not make distinction between people whether they were relatives, strangers, countrymen, foreigners, white, colored, Hindus, Indians of other faiths, whether Musalmans, Parsis, Christians, or Jews. He believed it was because he made vows to non-violence, celibacy, non-possession, vegetarianism and other cardinal virtues. He was always consciously striving to cultivate these virtues in himself. He was perfect at changing plans as needed. He was community minded to a fault and ever ready to give of his time and knowledge.

“I have found by experience that man makes his plans to be often upset by God, but at the same time where the ultimate goal is the search of truth, no matter how a man’s plans are frustrated, the issue is never injurious and often better than anticipated.” Gandhi

The Indian culture is very foreign to me. From what I have read in Gandhi An Autobiography, I understand that there are many types of religions: Hindu (of which there are many types) Musalmans, Sikhs, Parsis, Muslim, Christian and Jewish. At the timeline of this book India had a caste system that defined a person’s status in society. I would have to research to find out if this was still in play. I know that Gandhi, himself, did not care for it and tried to help bridge the gaps between people. From 1858 to 1947 India was under the rule of England. Much of the legal work that Gandhi did was to help make life better for Indian people in both India and South Africa. When India was freed from England Gandhi had established satyagraha or a non-violence by non-compliance stand with England which I am sure helped them a great deal.

I have stopped many times, while reading this book, to pause and just let it sink in; the love and selflessness Gandhi worked hard to live. He said he didn’t fully understand the principles of Christianity but I saw grace, mercy and forgiveness in his writing, generosity, humility, and service. This book really inspired me to read many more books. Good books always do. I intend to learn more about the Hindu religion and many of the philosophers that Gandhi mentioned. I will also re-read this book. I don’t totally understand law and politics but I relish the self-improvement and religion that Gandhi was committed to. He was truly a great man.

“To see the universal and all-pervading Spirit of Truth face to face one must be able to love the meanest of creatures as oneself.” Gandhi

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My name is Summer. That is how you can call me. I hope that I am a blessing to you. I am not perfect. I will fall again. But I am forgiven.

For anyone reading this that isn’t a Christian, unapologetically, I am a Christian, but I believe there is room for lots of beliefs and religions in the world. It is not my intent to offend people with different beliefs than I have and I would be open to open-minded conversations with no goals of changing anyone’s mind, but sharing information.

If you are interested in becoming a Christian…Do you know Jesus? Do want the Holy Spirit to fill you and give you understanding and salvation? Ask Him. Want someone to pray with you? Contact me.

If you would like to know Jesus as your friend, but want to make this amazing commitment by yourself please pray something like this:

Thank you Jesus that You are the Son of God, the God that created heaven and earth. Thank you Jesus that You came to earth in the form of a man so that You would be able to empathize with my humanity. Thank You that You did this in order to fulfill the promises You made at the foundation of the world.

I realize that I am a sinner and do things that hurt myself and keep myself away from you. Thank You that You died for my sins so that You could defeat death and bring me into Your life. Please forgive me.

I ask You to be Lord of my life. I ask you to heal my hurts and show me what my new life, empowered by You looks like. Thank You for Your mercy.

 

Revive me, O Lord, for Your name’s sake!

3 For the enemy has persecuted my soul;  He has crushed my life to the ground; He has made me dwell in darkness, like those who have long been dead.
4 Therefore my spirit is overwhelmed within me; my heart within me is distressed.
5 I remember the days of old; I meditate on all Your works; I muse on the works of Your hands.
6 I spread out my hands to You; My soul longs for You like a thirsty land. Selah
7 Answer me speedily, O Lord: My spirit fails! Do not hide Your face from me, lest I be like like those who go down into the pit.
8 Cause me to hear Your lovingkindness in the morning, for in You do I trust; Cause me to know the way in which I should walk, for I lift my soul to You.
9 Deliver me, O Lord, from my enemies; In You I take shelter.
10 Teach me to do Your will, for You are my God; Your Spirit is good.
11 Revive me, O Lord, for Your name’s sake! For Your righteousness’ sake bring my soul out of trouble.
Psalm 143:3-11

This has been a hard week.

I have thought about writing but decided to do my bible study before I wrote and each time decided I would put it off because I was not right and I didn’t want to write the wrong thing. Knowing when to not say anything is wisdom too.

Today I found the scripture that captured how I have felt and still feel a bit. I am so thankful that God is so faithful! He is so patient and helpful when we keep pushing into Him for guidance and healing.

I can see now that I set myself up for failure. I can blame no one but myself.

I chose to get my final COVID-19 booster on Saturday. I have been exhausted and my arm has been in more pain that I remember from most immunizations but Frankincense and Peppermint have proven to be the best helper.

I chose to visit a church that was an offshoot of a church I have been to before that I know has cult-like beliefs. I wanted to believe they would be different. They have amazing worship but their teachings are not entirely biblical. I know this. I was hurting a lot and I wanted to be healed even though God has told me that no one would ever be allowed to prophesy over me or heal me. I let them anyway and brought home someone’s spiritual junk.

My neurologist has been adjusting my anti-convulsants, hoping to address my Trigeminal Neuralgia with a medicine we are currently using to control my migraines. It seems to affect my moods until my body is used to the new dosage. I can see and feel this. I should stay off Facebook while we do this but I chose to become part of a conversation I should have stayed out of. Instead, a comment I made that was not fully thought about became a huge thing and one of my sibling’s adult children used a comment they used to use to hurt me. I am glad I showed restraint in my response because the next day when I looked at their comment again, I realized they were being 20 years old and not being malicious.

But PTSD had taken hold of me.

This comment had done its damage and they might as well have sliced me in two so I could have had Karen G Clemenson send pictures to my oncologist to see if my cancer was still there. I have been fighting with old feelings all week. Forgiving was painfully hard and didn’t seem to be working like usual. The pain would not go away. It has been very hard to function but I have succeeded to do my workouts on most days, do my bible studies, get laundry done and cook healthy meals…not much more.

I have worked though a lot of things and God reminded me that I don’t have to visit any churches this coming weekend so I can rest a bit more from the stress I caused myself and be able to enjoy some time with Karen on her days off. He never did say I had to join a church, that is something I crave. A family, but I have issues with family and He isn’t done working on me…

One thing that was a turning point for me this week, that really helped me stop focusing so much on my pain was the miracle that Jamie has found a doctor that will help her with her collapsed lung. You can learn more about what she is going through in her article called Update on June Goal! Jamie Holloway has been my best friend and sister for many years and I love her so much. When I need someone to listen or tell me the truth she is always there to listen and pray. She knows my heart, doesn’t feel the need to be defensive with me, and knows me better than most people so her struggle with getting enough oxygen hurts my heart. I pray every day that God heal her lungs and throat. I admire her strength and determination to have the best life she can even in the most scare circumstances.

So…I choose to forgive myself for putting too much on my plate and expecting too much out of myself and setting myself up for failure and I trust myself to the Holy Spirit that loves me and wants to see me whole by the grace of God. Amen

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My name is Summer. That is how you can call me. I hope that I am a blessing to you. I am not perfect. I will fall again. But I am forgiven.

Do you know Jesus? Do want the Holy Spirit to fill you and give you understanding and salvation? Ask Him. Want someone to pray with you? Contact me.

If you would like to know Jesus as your friend, but want to make this amazing commitment by yourself please pray something like this:

Thank you Jesus that You are the Son of God, the God that created heaven and earth. Thank you Jesus that You came to earth in the form of a man so that You would be able to empathize with my humanity. Thank You that You did this in order to fulfill the promises You made at the foundation of the world.

I realize that I am a sinner and do things that hurt myself and keep myself away from you. Thank You that You died for my sins so that You could defeat death and bring me into Your life. Please forgive me.

I ask You to be Lord of my life. I ask you to heal my hurts and show me what my new life, empowered by You looks like. Thank You for Your mercy.

Book Review: The Lost Apothecary A Novel by Sarah Penner

The latest book I have devoured, The Lost Apothecary A Novel by Sarah Penner, was a wonderful juggling act between two worlds. Nella’s world in 1791 London and Caroline’s world in present day Ohio traveling to London. Both women have been hurt by their love interests and suffered loss. Both women meet wonderful women that become bosom friends that help them find the parts of themselves that they had lost while surviving.

This story captured my attention and made it nearly impossible to put the book down long enough to do much else. Penner’s writing style is easy to read and pulls you in. The chapters are the perfect length to let you read a chapter between chores or read just one more chapter…

I tend to find myself drawn to biographies and non-fiction. I find myself to be generally terrible at choosing fiction books so I was glad to have my sister, Jamie Holloway, hand me a bag of novels to read at my last visit. I told myself I would read 4 before I read any of the 21 books I just bought myself (all biographies). Jamie knows how to pick good ones! If you want to read her book review of The Lost Apothecary go to JamieChasesButterflies.com.

I highly recommend this book if you want an intriguing read with mystery, intellect and even a little murder and magic mixed in.

Buy your own copy of The Lost Apothecary A Novel by Sarah Penner on Amazon

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My name is Summer. That is how you can call me. I hope that I am a blessing to you. I am not perfect. I will fall again. But I am forgiven.

Do you know Jesus? Do want the Holy Spirit to fill you and give you understanding and salvation? Ask Him. Want someone to pray with you? Contact me.

If you would like to know Jesus as your friend, but want to make this amazing commitment by yourself please pray something like this:

Thank you Jesus that You are the Son of God, the God that created heaven and earth. Thank you Jesus that You came to earth in the form of a man so that You would be able to empathize with my humanity. Thank You that You did this in order to fulfill the promises You made at the foundation of the world.

I realize that I am a sinner and do things that hurt myself and keep myself away from you. Thank You that You died for my sins so that You could defeat death and bring me into Your life. Please forgive me.

I ask You to be Lord of my life. I ask you to heal my hurts and show me what my new life, empowered by You looks like. Thank You for Your mercy.

Book Review: The Reading List by Sara Nisha Adams

I just finished this amazing book called The Reading List by Sara Nisha Adams. It sucked me in and I could hardly think of anything else for the 3 afternoons it took me to devour it. I also loved that it had short chapters so I could read a chapter between tasks.

The book has lots of characters but the main characters are Mukesh and Aleisha. They live in London and they meet at the local Harrow Road Library. They are there for very different reasons.

Mukesh is an elderly widow, learning to live without his beloved wife Naina. While his daughters are at his home to go through their mother’s things they find a library book with a thick layer of dust on the cover: The Time Traveler’s Wife by Audry NIffenegger under the bed. Mukesh had always enjoyed watching documentaries while his wife always had her nose in a book. In fact most of his memories were of her curled up with a book. As he began reading The Time Traveler’s Wife he began feeling like he was with his wife. As if she was there with him and his loneliness was gone.

Aleisha is a 17-year-old girl, between high school and college. She has always done well in school; she intends to study law after the summer is over but she hasn’t been able to get the job she wants so her older bother, Aiden has suggested she apply at the library, his favorite place, and past place of employment. At first she doesn’t enjoy her job. She hasn’t read for enjoyment before and she is bitter about not getting the job she likes but she finds a reading list tucked inside a book and is intrigued and begins reading the list and finds it is a great way to travel to other places. Any other place than her stressful home and boring life.

Throughout the book, many people find the same reading list hidden in many places all over town:

  • To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee
  • Rebecca by Daphne du Maurier
  • The Kite Runner by Khaled Hosseini
  • Life of Pi by Yann Martel
  • Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austin
  • Little Women by Lousia May Alcott
  • Beloved by Toni Morrison
  • A Suitable Boy by Vikram Seth

It occurred to me who might have been the person that wrote the list at some point in the book and I was happy to find I was correct.

This book is about relationship, and finding yourself while losing yourself in a book. You can do this by learning the lessons in stories. I am so thankful that my sister, Jamie Holloway loaned this book to me, if you want to read her book review please see JamieChasesButterflies.com.

At the end of the book the author shared their reading list. If you are interested here is Sarah Nisha Adams’ reading list:

  • The Namesake by Jhumpa Lahiri
  • The God of Small Things by Arundhati Roy
  • White Teeth by Zadie Smith
  • Americanah by Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie
  • Standard Deviation by Katherine Henry
  • A Fine Balance by Rohinton Mistry
  • Stranger Weather in Tokyo by Hiromi Kawakami
  • The Magic Toy Shop by Angela Carter
  • I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings by Maya Angelou
  • Sunlight on a Broken Column by Attia Hosain
  • There But For The by Ali Smith

I have read a few of the books on these lists but I intend to read them all and reread the ones I have read again. It is good to revisit a good book. I also took a few minutes and crafted my own reading list in case you are interested:

  • The Giving Tree by Shel Silverstein’
  • A Little Princess by Francess Hodgson Burnett
  • Prodigal Summer by Barbara Kingsolver
  • The Bluest Eyes by Toni Morrision
  • Memoirs of a Geisha by Arther Golden
  • The Fountainhead by Ayn Rand
  • Their Eyes Were Watching God by Zora Neal Hurston
  • Eat, Pray, Love by Elizabeth Gilbert
  • The Soul of an Indian by Charles Alexander Eastman
  • Carmello by Sandra Cisneros

Each of these books came to me at very different times in my life and left their mark on me forever. I would love to hear your reading book list too. If you want to share leave it in the comments below.

Buy your own copy of The Reading List by Sara Nisha Adams on Amazon

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My name is Summer. That is how you can call me. I hope that I am a blessing to you. I am not perfect. I will fall again. But I am forgiven.

Do you know Jesus? Do want the Holy Spirit to fill you and give you understanding and salvation? Ask Him. Want someone to pray with you? Contact me.

If you would like to know Jesus as your friend, but want to make this amazing commitment by yourself please pray something like this:

Thank you Jesus that You are the Son of God, the God that created heaven and earth. Thank you Jesus that You came to earth in the form of a man so that You would be able to empathize with my humanity. Thank You that You did this in order to fulfill the promises You made at the foundation of the world.

I realize that I am a sinner and do things that hurt myself and keep myself away from you. Thank You that You died for my sins so that You could defeat death and bring me into Your life. Please forgive me.

I ask You to be Lord of my life. I ask you to heal my hurts and show me what my new life, empowered by You looks like. Thank You for Your mercy.

Book Review: The Watchmakers by Harry Lenga and Scott Lenga

I loved the book, The Watchmakers by Harry Lenga and Scott Lenga, and devoured all 262 pages in one afternoon. I simply could not put it down. There was also a glossary, sources and endnotes that I used and or skimmed as needed. I have to admit this book sat for 3 days because I was afraid to pick it up. I had spent my entire high school years researching the Holocaust and I know the depth of evil that can be in humanity. Learning about the Holocaust and the level of depravity at literally every level: mental, emotional, physical that the Nazi regime used to control a nation and erase over 6 million people makes it easy to imagine any evil on the earth. I don’t say that to take away from any other people group. It is just a fact. Nothing that has happened to any other people group didn’t happen to the Jews during the Holocaust in calculated fashion, yet amongst the hate, filth and depravity there is the beautiful part of humanity: in the midst of the worst some of us are able to come together in love and hold each other up.

This book is written by Scott Lenga, yet he lovingly used interviews and memories of his father, Harry Lenga’s stories and tried to keep the story in his father’s voice. Three brothers: Maileckh, Moishe and Khil had humble beginnings as poor Jewish sons of a watchmaker that honored the religious traditions of his faith.

“For the rest of my life, I resented my father’s readiness to give charity to other people despite the immediate and cruel expense to our family. But it was the religious discipline and poverty that would later translate into valuable survival skills when I needed them during the war. My father’s true reward for his suffering and his commitment to charity was not the two zlotys (Polish currency worth .01) from a strange customer but rather that his four sons would survive the Shoah (Holocaust).” Harry Lenga, Chapter 2

Khil was outgoing and able to speak to many people. He enjoyed his studies and also enjoyed learning to repair watches with his father. There were other opportunities for Khil to learn other trades but he felt his father was an excellent and patient teacher. These things he learned from his father’s workbench would later save his life and the lives of his brothers in the darkest days.

As the Germans were taking over different parts of Poland the brothers traveled from their home in Koshnitz to Warsaw, Poland looking for work. The older brothers were learning to cut leather for shoes, while Khil continued to practice his trade and become better at it under the help of other watchmakers. Soon the Germans were in Warsaw and Khil was summoned to the Parliament building.

“Looking back on it now, It’s unbelievable what happened in that room in the Parliament building. If a Polish guy wanted to beat up a Jew, he would yell at you first. He would call you “dirty Jew” or “Christ killer” or something like that. He would beat you only after he made himself angry. But those German guys were not even angry. They didn’t call me dirty Jew or any other name. They were completely  without emotion, without rakhmunes (compassion), without anything. Even when they saw the blood on me, it didn’t affect them. It was just their job, and they are enjoying it. The guy at the typewriter had been laughing. For him, it was entertainment, a comedy. They were doing those beating the whole day, one after another.” Harry Lenga, Chapter 4

Because the address on his identification card had been bombed he was safe for some time before he was found so he didn’t have to leave immediately. He was able to work a bit longer before going home. With the help of a friend he was able to sneak out of the Warsaw Ghetto and get home to his family without being killed.

He was happy to see his family although it wasn’t long before one of his father’s trusted friends let him know that he needed to send his sons away if he wanted them to live. Mikhoel Lenga sent his 3 sons away with as many watchmaking tools and parts as they could carry, which served them well. By morning the boys’ father was picked up and taken to Treblinka.

Treblinka was an extermination camp. More Jews were killed at Treblinka than any other extermination camp except Auschwitz. The Germans only set up extermination camps in Poland. In Poland 2.7 million people were murdered by asphyxiation with poisonous bass or by shooting. – Chapter 6

“We three brothers made a pact between us that whatever happened to one would happen to all of us. If one got taken to be killed, we all wanted to be killed. If we saw a chance to save each other, we had to try…and we did.” Harry Lenga, Chapter 7

There was a theme where the brothers, especially Khil, had to be brave enough to ask for help. Always willing to give what they had for their brother, but always willing to ask for what they needed.

“We worked hard to keep hope in our minds and not to become meshuga (crazy). And the more you talked yourself into it the more you believed in that hope. If a hungry person believes that he’ll find something to eat later, he can last longer. If he thinks, It’s pointless  and I won’t survive, he dies faster. I saw it happen many times. Pessimism is a terrible sickness. You destroy yourself. You have to have optimism all the time.” Harry Lenga, Chapter 9

The three brothers: Maileckh, Moishe and Khil were together through 2 ghettos and several concentrations camps:

  • Warsaw Ghetto – Poland
  • Koshnitz Ghetto – Poland
  • Gorczycki Camp – Poland
  • Wolanow Slave Labor Camp – Poland
  • Starachowice Slave Labor Camp – Poland
  • Auschwitz-Birkenau Extermination Camp – Poland
  • Mauthausen Concentration Camp – Austria
  • Melk Concentration Camp – Austria
  • Ebensee Concentration Camp – Austria

Once they were freed the three brothers were reunited with their oldest brother. They are able to change their names and establish their own lives. Mailech changed his named to Marcel and moved to Paris. Moishe changed his name to Morris and moved to The United States. Khil changed his name to Harry, after Harry Truman and he also moved to The U.S.

All the brothers eventually married and had families and were able to be together for the wedding of one of their children before one brother died. Each one was a successful business owner. Scott wrote that he knew not to complain to his father about any thing. Most things Scott might find unpleasant were nothing compared to what his father had endured and could endure. He said that the blue tattoo on his arm was something he ever got used to seeing like a mole or a scar. Scott had great empathy for his father, living in an adopted culture that could not possibly understand him.

The atrocities that occurred during the Holocaust still happen today. Now we call it slavery, sex trafficking, child abuse, domestic violence, religious purification and many other names. Hate comes in many names. What can we do? Hold onto hope and share it loudly. When you see abuse, help where you can. Love fiercely. Persecution will always be there, choose peace and optimism knowing that if you get through this you can live another day to do better.

There were times that Harry had the ability to get revenge. He chose to let revenge be for someone else for his own peace. He understood that his revenge might be justified but by joining in the hate he would tear himself apart. When you join in the hate that is what you do.

I want to thank my sister, Jamie Holloway, for sharing this book with me. If you would like to read her book review you can find it at JamieChasesButterflies.com.

Buy your own copy of The Watchmakers: A Story of Brotherhood, Survival, and Hope Amid the Holocaust by Harry Lenga and Scott Lenga on Amazon.

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My name is Summer. That is how you can call me. I hope that I am a blessing to you. I am not perfect. I will fall again. But I am forgiven.

Do you know Jesus? Do want the Holy Spirit to fill you and give you understanding and salvation? Ask Him. Want someone to pray with you? Contact me.

If you would like to know Jesus as your friend, but want to make this amazing commitment by yourself please pray something like this:

Thank you Jesus that You are the Son of God, the God that created heaven and earth. Thank you Jesus that You came to earth in the form of a man so that You would be able to empathize with my humanity. Thank You that You did this in order to fulfill the promises You made at the foundation of the world.

I realize that I am a sinner and do things that hurt myself and keep myself away from you. Thank You that You died for my sins so that You could defeat death and bring me into Your life. Please forgive me.

I ask You to be Lord of my life. I ask you to heal my hurts and show me what my new life, empowered by You looks like. Thank You for Your mercy.

I Love My New Neurologist

I can’t say I wasn’t just a little nervous yesterday about meeting my new neurologist but I can tell you after meeting Dr. Kathleen Parks at PeaceHealth in Vancouver, I love my new neurologist! You might recall from my posts: Medical Issues and I Believe in Miracles where I spoke about my terrible experiences with my first neurologist where I felt bullied and definitely not heard. That is not the case with Dr. Parks. She not only asked me questions, she let me answer them. She examined me, she touched me, watched me walk and gave great feedback.

She had read my chart and was prepared for me. She agreed that I have probably had migraines for most of my life. She heard me that I was seeing success with my current medications. She appreciated that I still have headaches but they are manageable. When she asked me about the Trigeminal Neuralgia symptoms I told her I was having a flair now, that flossing and brushing my teeth was very painful, sometimes eating and drinking was painful but most of my episodes were only 1-3 seconds since I had been on the medications for my migraines. She let me know that I would have to be medicated all the time for this and since one of the meds we are currently using to treat my migraines is an anti-convulsant and I am not taking the highest dose, she wanted to try to raise the dose a bit to see if that helps with my daily headaches and helps control the face pain too. I agreed that was a good idea.

Although my episodes are getting longer; I had one that as 5 seconds long while flossing my teeth today, I am going to wait to start adjusting my meds until Sunday because it is easier for me to remember when I made a change if I do it when I refill our pill sorters. Lucky for me, I am not driving right now and I don’t floss my teeth when I am driving anyway. LOL! That was my main concern because when the episodes are worse, I don’t see how I could drive because the pain is so excruciating I would not want to cause a car accident.

I am so thankful that my sister, Jamie Holloway, encouraged me to fight for me. I knew from my first meeting with my first neurologist that it wasn’t a good fit but I gave him the benefit of the doubt because people have bad days and maybe it would get better as we got to know each other, but it did not get better so I had to advocate for myself. Now I have a neurologist that I can tell cares about me and wants to help me have a better quality of life.

I am so thankful that I had a day with Karen too! Her new position as the Safety and Sanitation Officer at Safeway is really making her happy. It is the perfect job for her nervous energy and she gets to interact with every department which works well with her desire to be nosey and helpful too. Plus it is a job that can be done every day so it was helpful to us that she was able to get the day off yesterday and make it up on Saturday. We had a nice time driving to Vancouver and back and even got to take a family nap together which Xavier, our cat loved. I heard him purring as his Mama joined us.

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Feel free to leave your comments below!

My name is Summer. That is how you can call me. I hope that I am a blessing to you. I am not perfect. I will fall again. But I am forgiven.

Do you know Jesus? Do want the Holy Spirit to fill you and give you understanding and salvation? Ask Him. Want someone to pray with you? Contact me.

If you would like to know Jesus as your friend, but want to make this amazing commitment by yourself please pray something like this:

Thank you Jesus that You are the Son of God, the God that created heaven and earth. Thank you Jesus that You came to earth in the form of a man so that You would be able to empathize with my humanity. Thank You that You did this in order to fulfill the promises You made at the foundation of the world.

I realize that I am a sinner and do things that hurt myself and keep myself away from you. Thank You that You died for my sins so that You could defeat death and bring me into Your life. Please forgive me.

I ask You to be Lord of my life. I ask you to heal my hurts and show me what my new life, empowered by You looks like. Thank You for Your mercy.

Book Review: We Are Not Like Them by Christine Pride & Jo Piazza

We Are Not Like Them is a novel written by Christine Pride and Jo Piazza. Like the writers, the main characters are women, one black and one white. Riley and Jenny have been friends since they were little girls. Jenny’s single mom was a free spirit who often enjoyed leaving Jenny with Riley’s family while she went on adventures. She knew they were good people and Jenny felt like she was part of their family, even though her skin was white and her hair was smooth and blonde.

The story begins as they are adults well beyond those more simple times. Riley is a news broadcaster and Jen is the wife of a police officer that has just shot a 14-year-old black boy. Jen’s husband, Kevin, is not a bad man or a bad cop, but in a split second, his training to support this partner has led him to a transitional moment that is causing their whole world to shake.

There are many things about racism and prejudice that can’t be put into words but you can feel them if you listen. I felt it in this book and I have felt it while walking beside my wife for the last 8 years. We can hear some of those things in a poem from chapter 7, in the book, that was shared at the funeral of Justin, by Justin, the boy killed at the beginning of the book:

What do you see when you see me?

Have you made up your mind about who I can be?

You could get to know me if you tried

You could see what I’m like inside

I am made of blood, bones, and muscles too.

So how can you say I am less than you?

I have so many dreams, even at my age.

Let me be free, don’t put me in a cage.

Watch what I can do.

In the book, Riley gets the chance to cover some of the story and interview the grieving mother. As great as this is for her career it really stretches her relationship with Jen as they are forced to look at issues they have never talked about before. Will their love and history be enough to carry them through this time?

“When I think of Kevin pulling that trigger…” She stops and shakes her head. “But I also believe that he gets a chance to explain himself, Jenny too. But things have always happened in the world, especially to our folks, but we can’t shut down every time they do. No choice but to keep pushing forward. It’s the same for you and Jenny — you gotta talk to see where you go from here.” Sandra Wilson, Riley’s mother, chapter 9.

I got this book from my sister, Jamie Holloway, you can read her review at JamieChasesButterflies.com.

We Are Not Like Them has come to me at a time when I am trying to come to peace with things I haven’t put words to in my life, but need to, like racism which I never had to worry about when I was a single white woman. I am well aware of prejudice as a woman with mental and physical chronic illness who is poor, fat and queer but I couldn’t understand my wife’s poor luck until I came to terms with the fact that racism is real but not something she wastes time worrying about. I admire Karen G Clemenson for that. Her strength is so much like Riley’s mother. Karen never lets anything keep her down. She takes the loss and keeps moving forward. So that is what we do.

…with that said, I think you should read this book. Your viewpoint will be totally different than mine and I would love to hear what you think!

Buy your own copy of We Are Not Like Them by Christine Pride and Jo Piazza on Amazon

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My name is Summer. That is how you can call me. I hope that I am a blessing to you. I am not perfect. I will fall again. But I am forgiven.

Do you know Jesus? Do want the Holy Spirit to fill you and give you understanding and salvation? Ask Him. Want someone to pray with you? Contact me.

If you would like to know Jesus as your friend, but want to make this amazing commitment by yourself please pray something like this:

Thank you Jesus that You are the Son of God, the God that created heaven and earth. Thank you Jesus that You came to earth in the form of a man so that You would be able to empathize with my humanity. Thank You that You did this in order to fulfill the promises You made at the foundation of the world.

I realize that I am a sinner and do things that hurt myself and keep myself away from you. Thank You that You died for my sins so that You could defeat death and bring me into Your life. Please forgive me.

I ask You to be Lord of my life. I ask you to heal my hurts and show me what my new life, empowered by You looks like. Thank You for Your mercy.

Book Review: Black Like My by John Howard Griffin

“I learned a strange thing — that in a jumble of unintelligible talk the word “nigger” leaps out with electric clarity. You always hear it and always it stings. And always it casts the person using it into a category of brute, ignorance.” John Howard Griffin, Black Like Me, November 8 excerpt

I recently re-read this powerful book entitled Black Like Me by John Howard Griffin. I remember reading it in high school, back in the early 90’s but really all I remembered was that he was a white man, a journalist, and he had chemically darkened his skin with the help of a dermatologist in order to experience the life of a black man. Every other detail was brand new to me and I have to say reading this book has shaken me to my very core as a white woman, as a United States citizen and as a spouse to a mulatto woman, born in 1965, in North Carolina.

“Walking along Dryades, through the ghetto, I realized that every informed man with whom I had spoken, in the intimate freedom of colored bond, had acknowledged a double problem for the Negro. First, the discrimination against him. Second, and almost more grievous, his discrimination against himself; his contempt for the blackness that he associates with his suffering; his willingness to sabotage his fellow Negroes because they are part of the blackness he has found so painful.” John Howard Griffin, Black Like Me, November 10-12 excerpt

Just as the SS encouraged other Jewish prisoners to abuse and take ownership over other Jewish prisoners during the Holocaust, some white people encouraged black people to abuse each other and most of the rest of the white people stood by and let it happen. I have often read about black culture, slave culture. I know it was common for slaves to abuse their children bitterly because they felt it was better that they beat their children then the master do it. In many families this is still in place, this post slavery trauma response that hasn’t been altered by time because of lots of reasons, all individual to each family. And not just because of lack of education or change in some black families but the lack of education and change in some white families; the existence of white supremacy that is so accepted that we don’t realize it is there.

In his November 14 excerpt, Griffin travels to Mississippi, against the advice of his new friends who have been very helpful to his change over to his new life. Recently the FBI had delivered evidence that proved a black man had been kidnapped and lynched in Hattiesburg, Mississippi, yet the Pearl River County Grand Jury failed to return any indictments or even consider the provided information.

Although Griffin found it relatively pleasant in New Orleans, at the train/bus station, his experience was one of pure hatred. The woman who sold his ticket to him, almost would not. She gave him the “hate stare” and when she did finally change his $10 bill, she threw his change and ticket at him, instead of handing it to him or placing it on the counter. Although the depot was large and empty, except for a porter and one white man, that man also gave him the “hate stare” making it obvious he was not welcome. The porter, who was black, showed him to the crowded, COLORED CAFE located behind the depot.

While traveling into Mississippi the black people seemed to become more caring, as if they were a buffer for the hatred from the white folks, this was a common occurrence everywhere Griffin went. When the bus would stop, the driver would allow the white people off but not the black people for bathroom breaks. Griffen noted that farm animals are given more grace. As they came closer to Hattiesburg, a woman was happy to warn Griffen to never look at a white woman, “look at the ground or to the side.” He wasn’t even to look at a picture of a woman at the movie theater or in a magazine.

Another black man advised him of a safe place to stay and offered to check in with him in the morning. Griffen was impressed by his kindness but he was scared. He was intimidated by the white boys driving by and yelling at him and other people on the street. The squalor of the room, the fear he felt, it was so great that he felt he couldn’t even write a letter to his white wife and this led him to reach out to a journalist friend that lived in the area that he thought might take him in.

The journalist was glad to have him. His viewpoint in his writings left he and his family isolated and he enjoyed having Griffen help him with his writing, but Griffen could not rest there, and he couldn’t do what he set out to do there. Before his friend brought him back to New Orleans, they visited Dillard University (November 16). As kind as his friend was to him, he was different around “real” black people: “Did you ever see such a damn beautiful campus for a bunch of niggers? They’re getting uppityer and uppiter.” This viewpoint was shockingly different from the abolitionist and advocate he portrayed in his work and personal life, working for equal voting rights.

This way of making an exception for a black person you know but not the entire race is another way that prejudice can hide in plain sight and I think it still thrives today. I believe fear comes in all colors and if we aren’t willing to look at it and call it what it is, we will never become enlightened.We will remain afraid, small and unable to change.

“The whites frequently walk into colored restrooms, Scotch-tape these notices to the wall. This man offered his services free to any Negro woman over 20, offered to pay, on an ascending scale, from $2 for a nineteen-year-old girl, up to $7.50 for a fourteen-year-old and more for perversion dates. He gave a contact point for later in the evening and urged any Negro man who wanted to earn $5 for himself to find him a date within this price category…To the Negro who sees the element of the white man’s nature — and he sees it much more often than any other — the white man’s comments about the Negro’s alleged “immorality” rings maidenly hollow.” John Howard Griffin, Black Like Me, November 16 excerpt

Believe it or not, this is not the most deplorable example of degrading actions that white men portrayed against black men and women, yet it explains how a black women could feel she is only worthy as a sex object and how men are supposed to use and abuse that part of her, instead of honoring and respecting her. I know that so many people have grown beyond this. I do know that 1960 happened 62 years ago and I see a lot of growth that I am thankful for but I also see where we haven’t changed too. Areas were poverty and crime prevail women and men still violate and dishonor each other every day. It is like the self-hatred has been passed down through generations and gotten stronger.

As Griffen traveled through the South, he often hitchhiked. This was common during this time and he was most often picked up by white men who wanted to fill their sexual deviant minds with questions they thought were acceptable to ask this man because he was black or COLORED as was the term used at the time. One young college man was surprised that Griffen could tell him that black people were parents just like white people and they wanted their children to grow up healthy and remain virgins as long as possible just like white parents. It impressed him, but not enough to stop him from asking Griffen to show himself to him. Another man became violent and threatened to kill him when Griffen would not answer his vile questions.

Money was another way that black people were controlled. Gas taxes paid by all were used to maintain beaches black people were not allowed to use. Stores would offer credit to black families, yet it seemed like fees were always added so that they could never be paid off so the families were always so poor they could barely afford to improve their homes or clothe their children.

One man that picked up Griffen, brought him home with him, he was positive that there was nowhere safe for him to stay for the night. He let him know that he only had 2 bedrooms and 6 children but he could have the floor and it was clean. Griffen had bought a loaf of bread and a few candy bars before he was picked up. When they reached the man’s home Griffen met the man’s wife and children. She was happy to meet him and happy all her children were healthy, she mentioned that many families had children that were blind or maimed in some way, Her husband was a little embarrassed in his meager home and plain dinner of beans with no meat but Griffen praised his beautiful and obviously healthy children until the father beamed. He offered the bread and they enjoyed a feast. They sliced up the candy bars for dessert and were thankful. This experience really made Griffen appreciate how hard this man worked for his family.

Within a week Griffen could no longer handle being black all the time and stopped taking the medication that was keeping him dark. He applied a dye to his skin when he was prepared to enter society as a black man that would wash off when he had had enough. So much of society was shut off to him as a black man. He spent most of his time walking, worrying about what bench or park he could sit in, what bathroom he could use, what fountain he could drink from, if there was a colored cafe nearby where he could get a bite to eat. All of these things were few and far between. In more religious areas, whites were sometimes more gentle but there was always a line that Griffen had to be aware of in order to keep the peace. There were no jobs he could have. They were either taken or being weeded out by communities that were purposely making it impossible for black people to survive there before the equality laws were passed. White men said these things to him like they were telling him the prices of a bushel of apples.

When Griffen returned home, he was overjoyed to see his wife and 3 children but even his publisher offered him an out. He did not have to publish anything about his adventure. But Griffen was committed to sharing what he had learned. With that came what he was expecting. Hatred. Threats. Quiet gratitude. In the end his family and his parents had to move from their Texas home to New Mexico to be free from the violent calls and threats but Griffen remained faithful to his truth and he had gained respect from many people of all colors.

In no way have I shared the entire story. I think you should read this book. I think you will absorb it differently than I did. I am very glad I walked into Storyboard Delights on Karen’s arm last month and found it on the used book shelf. This book has helped me understand a few things about my wife, things that I always loved but made me really respect her even more for, about the way she responds to people. Her humility and servant attitude are skin deep and I know that some of it is learned behavior from being a mixed girl child of the south. Not just black, not just white, not just Native American…with those freckles and too much pride. I know she has lived through trauma and when she is too tired to hide it, I meet a girl that has been hurt. I have a friend that moved to Arkansas and she often tells me I should move there and how much I would love it. I don’t think I would, but more importantly, and I finally told her this: my wife is a mulatto female that worked really hard to leave the south, and although I would like to visit, I don’t ever see us moving there. I think she finally understood.

I live in a town that is 87% white. In Longview, Washington 10% of the population is mixed and all other races are less than 2%. I have been thinking about this for a few days. Actually I have been thinking about this off and on for quite some time because my wife has eluded to it a couple times. I have come to the conclusion that there are lots of reasons people of color would move here. I am glad they did. When I was growing up here, I bet Longview was more like 97% white and I enjoy seeing the diversity. I like seeing change. I made a comment that I don’t care what color a person is, but it is more than that. it isn’t that I don’t care about a person’s color, because what I care about is the person’s heart. I love to learn about their culture, beliefs and who they are. I do think dark skin is more beautiful than white skin but my wife says that is just a preference…I think she is correct.

Black Like Me by John Howard Griffin showed me that there were many types of people: hateful people, enlightened people, and complacent people and they come in all colors. I don’t care what color you are, what I really care about is how open you are to becoming enlightened; letting go of fear and embracing love, peace and freedom. I am not perfect. I can say I probably have a mix of all three characteristics in me, but I hope I am more enlightened than I used to be. I do know that next time someone asks me if I am prejudiced, instead of being defensive or fighting with them, I am willing to saying, “Let me consider that. Thank you for bringing that to my attention.”

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