Being Spiders


Madame was afraid of us. But she was afraid of us in the same way someone might be afraid of spiders. We hadn’t been ready for that. It had never occurred to us to wonder how we would feel, being seen like that, being the spiders.”


Never Let Me Go by Kazuo Ishiguro



Choose Power Over Fear


 It was a deal I’d made with myself months before and the only thing that allowed me to hike alone. I knew that if I allowed fear to overtake me, my journey was doomed. Fear, to a great extent, is born of a story we tell ourselves, and so I chose to tell myself a different story from the one women are told. I decided I was safe. I was strong. I was brave. Nothing could vanquish me. Insisting on this story was a form of mind control, but for the most part, it worked. Every time I heard a sound of unknown origin or felt something horrible cohering in my imagination, I pushed it away. I simply did not let myself become afraid. Fear begets fear. Power begets power. I willed myself to beget power. And it wasn’t long before I actually wasn’t afraid. I was working too hard to be afraid.

Wild: From Lost to Found on the Pacific Crest Trail by Cheryl Strayed

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Perceptions of Wealth


My interviewees never talked about themselves as “rich” or “upper class,” often preferring terms like “comfortable” or “fortunate.” Some even identified as “middle class” or “in the middle,” typically comparing themselves with the super-wealthy, who are especially prominent in New York City, rather than to those with less.

…Real affluence, she said, belonged to her friends who traveled on a private plane.

Others said that affluence meant never having to worry about money, which many of them, especially those in single-earner families dependent on work in finance, said they did, because earnings fluctuate and jobs are impermanent.

What the Rich Won’t Tell You, Opinion, New York Times, written by Rachel Sherman

It’s All About Luck


One of the biggest problems, says Shafir, is the message the poor receive from the system: You’re poor because you’re no good. “It’s very easy for the poor to swallow this idea,” he says. “The attitude that the poor are less successful is very common and very wrong. These days the survivor is the one with luck: Once in a blue moon someone pulls through. So the system isn’t ‘survival of the fittest’ at all.”

The Psychological Poverty Trap, Haaretz, 02/23/2012, Asher Schechter interviewing Eldar Shafir

The Power of Insults


When we sat down a week later to sweet teas at a local Starbucks, I asked Madonna what she loved about Limbaugh. “His criticism of ‘femi-nazis,’ you know, feminists, women who want to be equal to men.” I absorbed that for a moment. Then she asked what I thought, and after I answered, she remarked, “But you’re nice . . .” From there, we went through Limbaugh’s epithets (“commie libs,” “environmental wackos”). Finally, we came to Madonna’s basic feeling that Limbaugh was defending her against insults she felt liberals were lobbing at her: “Oh, liberals think that Bible-believing Southerners are ignorant, backward, rednecks, losers. They think we’re racist, sexist, homophobic, and maybe fat.” Her grandfather had struggled as a desperately poor Arkansas sharecropper. She was a gifted singer, beloved by a large congregation, a graduate of a two-year Bible college, and a caring mother of two. In this moment, I began to recognize the power of blue-state catcalls taunting red state residents. Limbaugh was a firewall against liberal insults thrown at her and her ancestors, she felt. Was the right-wing media making them up to stoke hatred, I wondered, or were there enough blue-state insults to go around? The next time I saw Madonna, she was interested to know if it had been hard for me to hear what she’d said. I told her it wasn’t. “I do that too sometimes,” she said, “try to get myself out of the way to see what another person feels.”

Strangers in Their Own Land: Anger and Mourning on the American Right by Arlie Russell Hochschild

Beauty, Ants and Laughter


There is something beautiful about broken glass and the tiny visions it creates. For instance, the glass from that shattered beer bottle told me there was a twenty-dollar bill hidden in the center of an ant pile. I buried my arms elbow-deep in the ants but all I found was a note that said Some people will believe in anything. And I laughed.

The Lone Ranger and Tonto Fistfight in Heaven by Sherman Alexie

Staying Equals Love


A DEFINITION NOT FOUND IN THE DICTIONARY Not leaving: an act of trust and love, often deciphered by children.

The Book Thief by Markus Zusak

Note: This book is narrated by Death. The plot occurs during WWII. It is a very good book, with both humorous and serious aspects.

Objectives and Perspectives


One day Bear carved a picture of Little Bird on the pumpkin. As the pumpkin grew bigger and bigger, so did the picture of Little bird. Then one afternoon Bear said to Little Bird, “See how big you’ve grown?”

Moonbear’s Bargain by Frank Asch

Honest Lies


“I don’t know.”
“But if you had to guess—?”
“What do you think?”
“I’m asking you.”
“Because you’re hoping I’ll say something different.”
“Yeah. Probably.”
“Then don’t tell me to be honest.”

The White Magic Five & Dime by Steve Hockensmith, Lisa Falco

Giggle Book Award: Contrasts Are Funny

dAs an adult, I can honestly say this is one of those books that are perplexingly popular. Don’t get me wrong, it’s cute. The story is nice (simple) and the illustrations are well done. It also sends the children in my life into complete giggling FITS! A fact which inspires me to generate an amused and confused why-are-you-laughing? face….which often results in even more laughter.

OK. The above statement probably says more about me and my household than it does about the book, so allow me to explain the story in a bit more detail.

You Are (Not) Small is a study in contrasts. Literally. One group of bears is smaller/bigger than another group. Therefore, a bear in the small group is not small when placed within his own group. A shouting match occurs between the two groups as they argue the definitions of the terms ‘big’ and ‘small.’

The argument is interrupted by an enormous pair of feet. Literally. Feet, attached to the legs of a creature so large it does not fit on the page, just BOOM into the middle of the argument. These feet are immediately followed by tiny little bears on parachutes floating down around the feet. Why? Where do they come from? What brought them here? No one knows. No one cares. They are there and they are proof that the big bears are not really big and the small bears are not really small because…see!…there is someone bigger, and someone smaller.

From an adult’s perspective, this is cute, yet rather incomplete. There’s a lot of unanswered questions (after all).

From a child’s perspective this is AWESOME! The feet are the first highlight. The first giggle. The little bears floating down are the next giggle. The following quotes generate exclamations of agreement:

“See? I am not small?”
“See? I am not big.”

The original bears leave. A tiny bear looks up at the giant feet and says “You are hairy.” At which point hilarity ensues and the giggles don’t stop for many minutes.

I love this book. I think it’s cute as can be and have neither complaints nor concerns about the story or the images. I also think it is a story that can only be fully understood by a child. Which is a high compliment for a children’s book (IMO).

You Are (Not) Small, written by Anna Kang and illustrates by Christopher Weyent