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Free Spirit – Daily Prompt: Close Call

She was born different. The two before her had responded to my presence, my voice, my wishes. She rarely did. She wouldn’t cry it out, but would only get more agitated. Wouldn’t go to sleep unless dad was in the room putting pressure on her back or snoring quietly on the floor. She wanted control. She seemed to need it, like the universe was unfairly against her and she could put it aright.

She didn’t want to hold my hand, but wanted to run ahead. For this reason, we didn’t venture too far from our home and the parks near it. On this particular day we went for an adventure to visit a larger park. We run along the gravel trail my voice playing in my ears like a broken record, “don’t run too far ahead, come back, wait for mommy.” She waited for me at the road, but it was one of those nice neighborhood roads with a pretty island in the middle and landscaping that often obscures a driver’s view. We checked one way and stepped into the crosswalk. I grab her hand and feel her pull it away and start to run. She picks up speed and I scream as I see the car coming up the other side. I reach her just as the car screeches to a halt and the driver covers her face and mouths, “I’m so sorry” at the thought of what could have happened.

Shaking, I nod to the driver, and grab my child’s hand dragging her the rest of the way across the road. She wrenches free of my grasp, looks at me as if to say, ‘what’s wrong, mommy?’ and skips the rest of the way to the park. I let the tears fall knowing that it is the adult’s job to carry the burden of ‘what if’ while the child rests in the security of innocence.

Daily Prompt: Close Call

 
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Posted by on November 25, 2013 in Uncategorized

 

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Book Review: The Husband’s Secret

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As you may remember, I reviewed Liane Moriarty’s previous book, What Alice Forgot, and recommended it to everyone I know. So you can imagine my excitement to read her latest book, The Husband’s Secret. I hate to post a negative review, but I learned a hard lesson. Just because you love one book by an author, doesn’t mean you will love every book by that author.

What Alice Forgot, was a sweet, poignant story of a woman trying to figure out what went wrong with her marriage and how to fix it. It followed one family’s story with flashes of memory between 10 years before and the present. The Husband’s Secret tells the story of at least three different families. It starts by telling each families’ story in alternating chapters. It ends with each families’ story intersecting. This method of storytelling has become an increasingly popular way to handle multiple characters and often multiple narrators or points of view, but to the average reader it can be confusing and tedious. Jodi Picoult did this successfully in My Sister’s Keeper. She used it as a way to tell one families story through the perspective of each family member. But I digress…

The cover of the book has this grabber:

“For my wife, Cecilia Fitzpatrick
To be opened only in the event of my death”
Cecilia finds this letter in a box of old tax receipts in the attic. She has no idea that it will blow their serene, suburban lives apart.

The letter is a Pandora’s Box in the sense that evil she had never known was revealed when she opened the letter. Without giving away the story, I will tell you this. When I finished devouring it, (Yes, didn’t like it, but couldn’t.stop.reading) I had to verbally process the story with my husband. As I finished, he was obviously disturbed, like didn’t even want to talk to me anymore disturbed. “Why would you read something like that, and why would you put me through it?”

I didn’t mean to! I felt duped. I loved her other book full of hope and sympathetic characters. This book takes some of your worst nightmares and lets them play out in characters’ lives who I’m not even sure I like very well. The characters make extremely selfish decisions and then pick up the pieces of their lives and move on. In some cases the repercussions of the selfish decisions are treated as an inside joke. In other cases the selfish decisions cause terrible tragedy.

If you spend some time looking at reviews on Amazon, you will see that my opinion is in the minority. But for the sake of mine and my husband’s sanity I will review carefully before reading another of her books. I still enjoy Liane Moriarty’s writing style for the most part and will probably follow her blog.

 
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Posted by on November 21, 2013 in Uncategorized

 

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Story-formed, Redemption and Gravity

I enjoy analyzing literature and movies because at the very root it is the study of story. We all live and breath stories. Often the first question we ask someone after we find out their name is, “where did you grow up?” This invites story. Or we ask, “how did you meet your spouse?” Once again, we are asking for a story.

The beauty of a good story draws us in and affects us emotionally. Often a story is most compelling when it fits into the context of a larger more universal story. We are then allowed to interpret it on a level of shared human experience.

Watching Alfonso Coarón’s Gravity in 3D at an Imax theater was one such experience. On the surface the movie is limited in relational interaction and seems to be a series of unfortunate events, to say the least, but from a universal story standpoint it is so much more.

*SPOILER ALERT*  Most major plot points of the movie Gravity are discussed below:

We first meet Dr. Ryan Stone (Sandra Bullock) on a space walk recalibrating a piece of damaged equipment on the Hubble telescope. A medical engineer who has been trained as an astronaut, she appears shaky and unsure of herself. She tells Matt Kowalski (George Clooney), “I hate space.” Which begs the question, what is she doing out there? What exactly she fixes and why she is qualified to fix it do not seem important plot elements to the writers.

What is important to the writers is that she appear lost. Both literally and figuratively, Dr. Ryan Stone becomes lost in space. Here is where the universal story comes in. Though Hollywood might deny it or call it something else, nearly all of our stories deal with redemption, and imbedded in many stories in both movies and literature, we find a Christ figure.

Lost

Early in the film, debris repels Dr. Stone off of the telescope and into an untethered free fall in space. She is lost. Matt Kowalski has to come find her. As they are slowly floating toward the space station, we find out that Dr. Stone had a little girl who died in a playground accident. Ryan received the phone call while driving home and has been lost ever since. She tells Kowalski, that she gets off work and just drives.

Found

Kowalski is able to locate Stone and fly to her location using an outdated jetpack. He then tethers her to him and carefully maneuvers them back to the now destroyed shuttle. They continue their spaceflight to an abandoned russian space station. They approach too fast and bounce off grabbing for whatever they can. At this point, Stone’s legs are wrapped in cording attached to the space station while Kowalski, still tethered to her, is drifting into space. Kowalski realizes that his weight and trajectory will eventually pull them both away from the station and in a move reminiscent of many mountain climbing movies, cuts himself loose.

Redeemed

He sacrifices his life to save hers.

Once inside the space station, Dr. Stone removes her spacesuit and floats for a moment of tranquil sleep in a dancer’s pose evoking emotions of peace, surrender, and complete fatigue. However, her journey is not over. This space station contains a module that will allow her to reach a Chinese space station that contains a space capsule able to enter earth’s atmosphere. She detaches the Russian space module full of hope and one step closer to home.

The module is out of gas. At this point she despairs for her life and decides it is better to turn the oxygen down and drift into death. Clooney, (her Christ figure) comes to her in a dream (in spirit) and shows her the way.

Restored

She wakes up, restores pressure to the cabin, and for the first time in the movie, we see life and determination in her soul. Through a manipulation of the jets used in landing she is able to reach the Chinese space station and man that capsule through earth’s atmosphere.

Baptized

The capsule parachutes into water. Dr. Stone frantic to get out, opens the door allowing water in that sinks the capsule. She narrowly escapes and surfaces with a life-giving breath. Crawling her way to shore and haltingly standing tall, we see a new resolve. Her despair, and disorientation in space have turned to exhiliration and joy to be alive.

Interwoven in this poignant redemption story is cinematography beyond rival and flawless performances by Bullock and Clooney.

 
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Posted by on November 1, 2013 in Uncategorized

 

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The Process

There is never enough time for reading and writing. Maybe someday I will sit in my study, no scratch that, I prefer a wood-paneled two-story library with a skylight and rolling ladder. Someday I will sit in my library surrounded by books, magazines, papers and a laptop and read and write to my heart’s content (or until my husband feels severely neglected). Maybe someday I will even pursue a Master’s degree. But today is not that day….

Today I teach two courses, raise four children, and support my husband in his ministry. When I do find the occasional day to read and write, I’m continually reminded by my growing stack of books to read and magazines to peruse that this is not that day. And yet I still try. Because when that day comes, I want to be ready. I want to have spent enough time on the process that I am ready for the next step.

Sometimes that process is painful. I actually wrote a blog last week and never published it. Why? Because I decided that my writing wasn’t good enough to be “published.” Well, of course, my writing isn’t good enough to be published! That’s why I started this blog. To practice writing. And yet I can’t get out of my own way enough to follow through.

Art is like that, and we are our own worst critics. I’ve yet to meet a musician (and I know many) who after a performance would say, “Yep, that was perfect! Went exactly as I’d hoped.” No, there are numerous aspects to critique and improve on for next performance. And so it is with writing. Even a published author when rereading his work is not always completely satisfied with the end result.

I recently read Ender’s Game. I enjoyed the introduction almost as much as the story. Orson Scott Card takes us on a journey of his imagination and shows how he created the world in which Ender Wiggin lives. But he admits early in the introduction that this new release of the novel needed, “something besides the minor changes as I fix the errors and internal contradictions and stylistic excesses that have bothered me ever since the novel first appeared.” An author continues to revise even after publication.

As I am in this day of my life I will enjoy the process both of loving my family and of writing when I have the chance. I will get out of my own way, hit publish, and be done with it knowing that right now the process is more important than the end result.

 
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Posted by on October 29, 2013 in Uncategorized

 

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Blogging as Personal Discipline

Why have I started this blog? You may ask. There are blogs out there too numerous to count. What could I possibly add of value to the blogosphere? Good question. Why would I think that my ideas are worth reading and would make a difference among the insane amount of information and reading material we have available to us? As Julie says in Julie and Julia, “I could write a blog. I have thoughts!”

But, no, that is not the reason I chose to start this blog. The reason is simple, whether anyone reads my blog or not: I started this blog to discipline myself as a writer. How’s that working for you? You may ask. Well, since I have posted three times in more than two weeks, I would say I have some growing room – but I will keep at it. And three blogs in two weeks is more than I wrote last month, or the month before that, or the month before that.  Baby steps to writing….

 
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Posted by on October 18, 2013 in Uncategorized

 

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Want to Understand others? Read Literary Fiction

This links to an interesting article in USA Today. Not only do I agree with this assessment, I want to add to it. Reading great literature (and good writers in general) also helps you think like the author. I tell my writing students all the time, that if you are immersing yourself in great writing you will be tempted to emulate great writers. Just like when I finish rereading Pride and Prejudice for the umpteenth time, I’m compelled to ask all my friends, “Are your parents in good health?”

 
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Posted by on October 4, 2013 in Uncategorized

 

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Book Review

I am not usually one to seek out best sellers or read the latest fiction. I’m much more of a Jane Austen, or F. Scott Fitzgerald reader. If it has stood the test of time, I’m all over it! However, this summer my fiction reading went in another direction. A good friend who is in several book clubs recommended I read Where’d You Go, Bernadette by Maria Semple and What Alice Forgot by Liane Moriarty.

For starters, Where’d You Go, Bernadette is set in my backyard, Seattle. Maria Semple, not a native Seattleite, has a hilarious tongue-in-cheek running commentary about what she thinks of living here. The heroine, Bernadette, is a misunderstood reclusive artist (architect) whose life revolves around her daughter who is in a prestigious Seattle private school, and her husband who works for Microsoft. As the story unfolds we learn why Bernadette has become a recluse; when she mysteriously disappears, her daughter is left to piece together the answers through a collection of emails and letters.

Maria Semple’s writing style is reminiscent of a good girlfriend relaying a funny story. Time and again as my husband was driving this summer, I would read a passage out loud so he would understand why I was laughing in the passenger’s seat. Maria Semple may not be a household name, but her writing has most likely been in your house. She has been a screenwriter for many popular shows during the last twenty years such as: Beverly Hills 90210, Mad About You, Suddenly Susan, Arrested Development, Ellen, and Saturday Night Live.

Like most great reads, I mourned when I came to the end of the story wishing there were a sequal.

What Alice Forgot is a more serious, but no less enjoyable read. Alice, a successful and driven wife and mother, hits her head at the gym and wakes up ten years earlier. Not literally, of course, but she has forgotten the last ten years of her life. She honestly thinks that she is 29 and about to have her first child, rather than almost 40 and headed for a divorce. Liane Moriarty tells a compelling story of the difference ten years can make in our hopes, dreams, and loves. By the end of the book you are left questioning the title. Did Alice literally forget the last ten years? Or, over the course of ten years, had Alice forgotten what was really important to her? I would highly recommend this book for pre-marriage counseling or for those considering divorce or for anyone who is married for that matter.

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Images from Amazon.com where both books are available

 
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Posted by on October 3, 2013 in Uncategorized

 

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