http://www.malindalo.com/2015/03/ash-in-korean-and-other-thoughts-on-cinderella/ “Did you notice that the illustration of the girl on the cover looks Asian? The moment I noticed that, I had to sit down. You see, in my imagination, the main character looks Asian. That’s not clear in the book, and I’ve written before about why it’s OK if you (the reader) didn’t get … Continue reading
Ok, so maybe cooking wasn’t the best idea…but cooking has always been fairly therapeutic for me. Granted at home its usually cookies that I am making, but there is something about working out an entire recipe that feels peaceful. Maybe I’m just thinking about food all the time because here I feel like I’m being … Continue reading
Its just a cookbook, I take a deep breath and exhale–careful not to growl this time. Think about good things…don’t angst out….seriously….is this what living alone for too long means? That everything causes angst? Good things, Good things. 1) She reads b) She talks to herself, so she’s crazy, hopefully crazy like me, like in … Continue reading
How long did I sleep? I look out the window, no light shines in. I wonder about that. The forest outside was so entrenched that not a droplet of light shone through. I wonder how it is I can see…some light is coming through, but it looks like nothing more than a misty glow. The … Continue reading
Hopefully she slept, I peeked in at her and it seems like she was asleep…but the light startled me, so I only caught a glimpse. I hope she was asleep. Otherwise why would her eyes be closed? I did see that she had brownish/blackish hair, it looked a lot neater than mine. Could I even … Continue reading
I begin to get oriented. The big whatchamacallit left, and as he passed a candle was lit. Did I black out before that? I remember all the feelings I had, but I don’t know how much time passed, or if I really, actually saw anything. The candle is flickering….. Can something that shape even light … Continue reading
I take a deep breath, then another, and another, and another. I can’t remember when I started taking deep breaths. Ok, concentrate on something else–how about dark, it could be a friendly dark. Maybe if I can imagine the dark as friendly, then I can imagine the…..big watchmacallit….in it as friendly too. or maybe I … Continue reading
Robin McKinley: street Pastoring My favorite fairy tale author is a recent not-scary-Christian-convert (who really likes bells)! YAY
“I have no idea where I’m going” I mutter these words to myself and hear my mother step outside just behind me. One day I’m home, and the next I’m here, muttering to myself. I’m on the dirt-sort-of-pathway that leads into a field and purportedly, eventually, to the forest, but I’m not really sure if … Continue reading
The next morning I wake up, groggy and with a slight headache. Time to get up Talia Jolie I say, muttering at myself to get up. I find that calling myself by my full name helps me to get up in the morning. Its almost like someone needs me, even though this is seldom the … Continue reading
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