Showing posts with label blogfest. Show all posts
Showing posts with label blogfest. Show all posts

January 28, 2013

About Me: From Writing to Peanut Butter & Mayo


I started blogging late in 2010 when my first novel (and so far only--but I plan to remedy that soon!), Depression Cookies, came out. Yes, I started after the book came out. I knew nothing except that I wanted to write and find an online community to share all the aspects of writing with... the good, the bad, and the ugly.

Today, thanks to published author and blogger Steve Tremp, who came up with the idea of the Please Allow Me to Re-Introduce Myself Blogfest, I am able to take a moment to reconnect with the wonderful online community I've found. Plus the blogfest is being co-hosted by a dear friend, Elise Fallson, as well as two other amazing authors, Carolyn Brown and Mark Koopmans.

My first novel, Depression Cookies, was co-written with my mom. It's a coming of age story told from two different perspectives, a teenage daughter and middle-aged mother. It was the 2011 Readers Favorite Silver award winner for Realistic Fiction (and Finalist for Chick Lit) as well as the 2011 Next Generation Indie Book Awards Finalist in Chick Lit.

Eight Fun Facts About Me

* I participated in my first NaNoWriMo this past November and won! It was crazy, but exhilarating.

* I completed my first half marathon last September, just after turning 40.

* I met my husband my third day of college and on a blind date.

* I moved, on average, every 3 years my whole life. Each of my daughters was born in a different city/state (Chicago, IL; San Diego, CA; Baltimore, MD).

* My favorite book of the last five years: Book Thief by Markus Zusak.

* My favorite sandwich is sliced bananas, mayonnaise, and peanut butter. 

* I am the oldest of three girls, and we have 8 girls between us.

* I am a word nerd. 
Some of my favorite words include: discombobulated, catawampus (although I'm equally drawn to it's synonym, askew), fastidious, persnickety, audacity, prevaricate. Really, I should stop. I'm getting giddy. My least favorite word: irregardless. Oh wait, it isn't a word, so it wouldn't qualify. *wink* 

I can't wait to hop around and reacquaint myself with old friends and make some new ones. If you missed the blogfest and happen to stop by, tell me something interesting about you in the comments below.

December 14, 2012

Deja Vu Blogfest: Words, Otherwise Beautiful, Can Be So Harmful

Today I'm participating in the Deja Vu Blogfest (thanks DL Hammons!).
 
The object is to re-post my favorite blog offering from 2012. Words, Otherwise Beautiful, Can Be So Harmful was a very personal piece that seemed to resonate with people, so I wanted to take this opportunity to re-post it (from 6/28/12).
 
 
“Words are like eggs dropped from great heights; you can no more call them back than ignore the mess they leave when they fall.”
Jodi Picoult, Salem Falls

Words have power. They can inspire and destroy.

Last week, the lovely Callie Leuck wrote an amazing post, Some People Can't Mind Their Ps and Qs. She shares customers' comments while she performed in a living history museum, and also discusses how hateful people can be with negative book reviews.

It struck a chord with me.

Be Mindful of What You Say
My oldest daughter was given several gifts from her paternal Mexican great-grandfather. Like him, she has beautiful olive skin, black hair, and dark brown eyes. So many times as a teen I prayed for a tan. My skin knows two colors: red or white. I am quite fair with blue eyes and dark red/brown hair. My husband has the black hair and dark eyes, but fair skin (although he tans when he has time to soak up sun).

Twenty months after our first daughter, we welcomed another. She takes after me with insanely fair skin, green eyes, and golden brown hair (okay that's after my mother).

The comments have never stopped.

When I was obviously pregnant with baby #2, I can't tell you how many times women came up to me and said:

"Congratulations, you can get pregnant!"

I looked at the beautiful little girl in my arms and didn't try to mask my confusion. They would continue:

"You hear it all the time. You adopt a baby and then immediately get pregnant. So glad it worked for you."

Or, you don't want to know how often I've heard this question:

"Where did you get her?"

At first I didn't know how to respond. Now I say, "The doctor handed her to me after I pushed her out."

Now that my oldest is twelve, she fields a lot of these "what are you" questions. People have asked her if she's my foster child, people pull her sister aside and ask if she's adopted or from a different father. People assume she isn't mine. I'm astounded in this day and age that people are so perplexed by the color of her skin and details of her features.

Curiosity is Not an Excuse for Insensitivity
I understand curiosity. I do. But I don't understand how a moment of curiosity in the brain travels out from the mouth without any consideration. My daughter has cried about not fitting in. I tell her everyday how beautiful she is.

We cannot control our thoughts or even judgmental moments of weakness. But we can, and should, control the things that come out of our mouths. Or worse yet, get written in emails, texts, Facebook posts, Tweets, etc. I tell my preteen daughter... what you write in a moment of anger, hurt, sadness, meanness can and will live on in perpetuity.

Just last night at a swim meet, a woman said to me (quite loudly with my daughter standing right next to me), "Man she has dark skin." I could see the pain on my daughter's face. Kids her age were standing around. She doesn't want to feel different right now, but I hope she grows to love her beauty and individuality.

Beyond My Experience
I calm myself by blaming people's insensitivity on curiosity and poor manners. What I cannot understand is why some people get so heated when they review places and items online.

Specifically for book reviews, not everyone likes the same thing. There's a huge difference between pointing out what you didn't like about a book or offering constructive criticism and attacking an author personally. Maybe it's because I understand the blood, sweat, and tears most authors put into their books. Regardless, there's a person behind every book, restaurant, product, retail shop, and service reviewed online. The words left behind can be damaging to people's careers, livelihoods, and self-worth.

Remember that what you say or write travels quickly past a person's mind to their heart. Before you commit your thoughts to words and actions, take a few seconds to consider how you would feel if someone said that about you or someone you loved.

Last November, I wrote a post about bullying and the power of words: The Power of Words: Adult Bullying. A man my sister worked with was chastised for his weight all his life. He considered, on several occasions, committing suicide. It's a powerful reminder of the weight of our words.

Do you think "attacking" reviews should be removed from online sites?