It is said there are 4 basic essentials in life: food, water, clothing, shelter. Personally, I'd add books to that. But, otherwise it's hard to argue with this logic. These are the things you need. However, how much and in what quantities do you need these things is the question...
Yesterday I went to the March for Science in DC, which happened to be, appropriately, on Earth Day. It was a day filled with great people, great posters and a sense of purpose. Even the rain couldn't dampen the that warming feeling - together, we can change this world for the better. Still, I struggle with the fact that I just went to a march for science. Science! Really? This is what we've come to?
At our last meeting of the Nightlighters Book Club, I think the we had two firsts - unless I'm forgetting something. The first first was that we read a YA novel (i.e. young adult). The second, and probably more important first, was that we read book with a LGBTQAI main character. The book? If I Was Your Girl by Meredith Russo.
On our way to our weekly music lesson on Sunday, my daughter sat in the back seat of the car lamenting that we never do anything interesting on Sundays and that she needed more steps. Apparently, unbeknownst to me, Sundays in our family are "boring." So, you can guess what I suggested - let's check out a new bookstore!
January 1st isn't the only time to ring in the New Year. Many cultures celebrate different New Years throughout the world. Saturday, January 28, marked the start of the Lunar New Year.
At the Woman's March this weekend in DC, I saw a poster with a quote from Eleanor Roosevelt, "Well-behaved women seldom make history." I love this quote. I want to get it tattooed on my arm. In honor of those women and continuing the ideals embodied in the Women's March this weekend, here are 10 books about women "behaving badly" and making a difference doing it.
Every time someone yelled "Tell me what democracy looks like" and a roaring crowd responded, "This is what democracy looks like," I felt my heart lifted with hope just a little bit on Saturday during the Women's March on Washington. I first heard this refrain when we stepped out of the subway...
When I think of a museum, I usually think of large flowing landscapes, giant replicas of extinct species, airplanes or artifacts. I think of stark white rooms, bright marble hallways, large arching ceilings and glass enclosed cases. I don't usually think of a glowing projection of John Lennon on a bathroom floor. But, that's the kind of thing you get at the O Museum, in Washington, DC...
Fall is one of my favorite times of the year. Since I live in Northern Virginia, I get to experience fall in it's full glory. Even if fall doesn't officially end until December, unofficially it's nearly time to say goodbye. I'm sad it is coming to a close, but I look forward to it returning again. And, in a way that feels like a larger metaphor at the moment. Therefore, as an ode to fall, I wrote a little poem to say good bye. Oh and there are pictures too.
