Wednesday, February 15, 2023

Books Banning


I love Pennsylvania. Almost every book I've written has been set here in my home state. Most in Erie, but I've written books set in Pittsburgh and Philadelphia, too. I really love my state, but Pennsylvania's kids deserve better than being in the top ten of book banning states. 

In 2022 a couple PA kids testified in front of the U.S. House Oversight and Reform Committee. Christina Ellis a senior at Central York (PA) High School “Sadly enough, I spent the majority of my K-12 schooling, straightening my hair, so I wouldn’t stand out. I wanted to blend in and not be different. Books that highlight our differences and teach others how to address diversity are crucial. These books shouldn’t be up for debate.” 

 That's just it. But more than that, books highlight our differences and point out our similarities. 

I wrote a scene in Crib Notes about a secondary character, Cessy Keller's essay:

<<My family, by Cecily Keller.

When I was in fourth grade, our class made cards for our families for Thanksgiving. We traced our hands and turned them into construction paper turkeys. After school, I ran out and gave mine to my mom when Leslie, a girl in my class, came up and said, ‘You’re supposed to give it to your mom.’ I was confused and told her this was my mom, and she said it couldn’t be ’cause we didn’t match. Until that moment, I don’t think I ever thought that way about my family.

Oh, I knew my brother Zac always called me cocoa because my skin is the color of chocolate, and there was no way to miss that Mom is as pale as a white person can get. But I never saw those differences.

After that, I did. I noticed the looks my family got when we went out together. None of us are alike. We have brown hair, black, reddish-brown and blond. Some of us are very tall, a few are vertically challenged.

When I was ten, we all went to Disney World and Mom made us wear matching T-shirts that proudly proclaimed The Kellers. We got looks there, too.

The fact that we all were so very different made us stand out, and any school kid will tell you that standing out can be a problem. So I hoped no one would notice.

The Kellers took me home weeks after I was born. I have biological parents, but I never knew them. Then when I was five, my biological father took me back. I still remember that day. My whole family stood on the porch as the social worker led me away to her car. I didn’t understand what was going on. My mom had told me that I was going to live with my real dad, but I felt that my real father was the man on the porch physically holding my brother Zac, who was struggling to get to me. I was only five and I knew who my family was. The stranger the state decided should have custody was nothing to me. The six months he kept me were bad. I don’t talk about them. But they taught me something.

Before, I wanted to hide how different my family was, but then I figured out that biology might determine your skin and hair color, it might determine if you’re tall or short, but it’s your family that makes up your heart. It’s your family that makes you whole, the person you really are.

I took my family to school later that year for show-and-tell. Though in fourth grade we’d really outgrown the tradition, Mom stood by me and my entire family showed up and let me introduce them to my class. And I told all those kids that my family didn’t match on the outside, that we never would, but we matched on the inside and that’s all that counts.

And that’s what family means to me.>>

That one scene sums up my feelings on diversity. We're all different but it's what's inside that counts. Those differences allows us to see the world from unique perspectives. And those perspectives...they're what books can give us. We can literally walk a mile in someone else's shoes. I've lived hundreds of lives...okay, who am I kidding?  I've lived thousands of lives. 

I grew up a reader. One of my first school book fairs, I found a biography of Helen Keller. I was awed by her courage and fortitude. I read The Hobbit for the first time in third grade. I suspect it was way over my head, but I remember that riddle scene between Bilbo and Gollum. A year or so down the pike, a teacher asked me to read something from the book to the class. That was the scene. 

I read. And I read. I suspect I read books that someone somewhere would want to ban. Wants to ban now. I did my first research paper on World War II. I read bits of Mein Kampf. I know I quoted it in the report. And I know that report taught me in a most down-to-my-marrow way about the horrors of the concentration camps and the people who ran them. The diseased minds that fomented that kind of hate. Those minds are still out there trying to create divisions. Reading books, living all those other lives is a sort of inoculation against that kind of hate.

For years, I was the kindergarten story lady at my kids' school. I read the five-year-olds the books I'd read to my own kids. I sang them the songs I sang with my kids. (You do not have to have a great voice to entertain kids.)

Those years with the kindergarten classes meant the world to me. I wrote about them in Carry Her Heart:

<<I’d been the story time lady for the younger grades for years. Generally kindergarten, but sometimes through second grade. I read stories, sang songs, and basically had a wonderful time with them. My singing voice is less than stage quality, but the wonderful thing about young kids is, they don’t care. Rumor has it, I sing a mean rendition of “I Have a Rooster,” and don’t even get me started on my expertise with “Up on the Housetop” at Christmas.

I would not sing around the older students because I was pretty sure they wouldn’t be as forgiving as the kindergarteners
.>>


Kids. I realized then that kids need stories. They need to find themselves in books and conversely walk those miles in other people's shoes. They need to see the world from different points of view and conversely they need to see themselves in those fictional characters. 

That's what book banning tries to take away. It diminishes our kids' lives. Rather than giving them the world, book-banners want to narrow their world. 

I was blessed to have teachers who encouraged my love of reading. I was just talking to a school friend about Miss Mac. She was tough and but man did she make the world a bigger place for all of us. And the librarians on my book mobile, who found out I loved sci fi/fantasy books and would tuck up books for me.  They gave me books I might not have picked up on my own...they gave me the world. Right now, some states and school districts are trying to take away their ability to do that for this generation of kids. There was a picture of empty class room book shelves in Florida. That hurt my heart.

Someone posted a meme on my page that said, The good guys are never the ones who ban books. 

That's the truth of it.

Read. Read everything. And if someone tells you not to read something, definitely read that!

I'm working on a different story right now. One that focuses on the magic of books. That's what they are...magic. They transform us...if we have access to them. 

Holly

Quotes that impacted me:

"Pennsylvania is second on a recently published list of states with the highest number of banned books. Across the state, there are a staggering 456 bans across nine districts. Plus, the school district with the most bans across the nation can be found in the Midstate."  ~Lauren Rude, ABC 27

"In that nine-month period, PEN America lists 1,586 instances of individual books banned across the nation, affecting 1,145 unique book titles, 874 different authors, 198 illustrators, and nine translators. The bans come from 86 school districts, representing 2,899 schools, in 26 different states." ~Lauren Rude, ABC 27

“Most books being targeted for censorship are books that introduce ideas about diversity or our common humanity, books that teach children to recognize and respect humanity in one another,” said Rep. Jamie Raskin of Maryland .

“I’ve never seen anything like this. It’s both the number of challenges and the kinds of challenges. It used to be a parent had learned about a given book and had an issue with it. Now we see campaigns where organizations are compiling lists of books, without necessarily reading or even looking at them.” ~Deborah Caldwell-Stone, director of the American Library Association’s Office for Intellectual Freedom

“Librarians urge everyone to take a minute to consider why a book or resource makes us uncomfortable, what it might be trying to teach us and what we are resisting to learn. While we are willing to fight, and those fights are always worth it, they take time. They take energy, and most importantly, they remove us from our students, from our classes and from our libraries.” ~Samantha Hull a librarian in Lancaster County, PA. “Administrators have made hasty decisions, school board members have jumped to conclusions based on out of context excerpts, and librarians scrambled to play catch up to fight for our students’ rights.When books are removed, communities lose the voice that that book represents.”

More Articles to Read:
abc27
Pen America 
Smithsonian Magazine
Top Ten Most Challenged Books, ALA
2 students who helped reverse their high school's book ban
I’m a teacher in Florida. Here’s what the DeSantis book bans look like in my classroom.
More Than 1,500 Books Have Been Banned in Public Schools, and a U.S. House Panel Asks Why

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Thursday, February 02, 2023

My Place in the Woods



             ~Louise Dickinson Rich

I fell in love with Helen Hoover's The Gift of the Deer when I was a kid. It was in one of my mom's Reader Digest books. I read the rest of her books over the years. I stumbled on Louise Dickinson Rich about a decade ago. I loved her We Took to the Woods. I'm reading a biography of her right now. I love the pictures she paints with her words and I find myself longing to disappear in the Maine woods. 

Since I found out that Emily Dickinson is a shirttail cousin and Louise is her cousin, then that makes her my cousin, too. I love that. 


I'll confess, I feel a connection to both of these writer cousins. They saw the world differently than those around them. But I'll confess, I feel a greater connection to Louise. The biography (She Took to the Woods) shows Louise had her problems, but her love of nature...I get that.

I grew up in the county. Not quite country to be honest. But I was country adjacent.  I had a creek and woods behind the house. I roamed those woods with my neighbors  and snuck to my favorite spots with a book as often as possible. I was an almost-country girl. My friends Tina and Mel had the most fantastic rope swings at their house. We would wind them until the ropes creaked and groaned and when they let them go...well, these days I'd be sick, but back then, it was so much fun. We built almost annual treehouses. As an adult I'm horrified that one of them was burned down by a rival group of friends. At the time, I was just mad. I caught crayfish in the creek. Sometimes I went fishing...I don't think I ever caught anything. And if I did, I blacked it out. I'm sure one of my friends had to take it off the hook for me because there's no way I'd do it then...or now. 

I married a city boy. And here's how you know your partner gets you...he bought me eighteen acres of woodland at a time that we couldn't afford it. Then he built me a cottage out there. Now, for over twenty years, we referred to it as a wooden tent because that's all it was. The frame of what could be. But as our kids got older, we started improvements. A well, insulation, a shed (no more lawnmowers in the cottage!), a barn (with my pottery studio in the back!) and just this last summer, we added a bedroom/bathroom addition and septic. Yep, I'm all fancy...indoor plumbing.

But back to Louise and Helen. with heat and indoor plumbing, we've been spending more time out there. And it reaffirms what I always known, out there I'm truly home. Last spring on a hike, we found my hawk's nest. I got to watch the babies (well, just bits of their heads over the top of the sticks) all spring. I've eaten dinners watching the deer creep out of the woods into the yard. I've caught pics of a fisher and my foxes. I've seen so many fungi and mosses. I've walked a couple miles in every direction on the road. I've spent hours hiking the woods. And every moment of that, I've felt such kinship to Helen and Louise...because I am home. I'm not as deep in the woods as they were, but it's enough for me.

I've written about the cottage in Just One Thing. It's not a memoir of my time in the woods, but I think it reflects my cottage as much as their books reflected theirs..

I feel lucky that I have a family who gets me. From Himself who bought me...HollysWoods, if you will! LOL To my kids. They keep me grounded. They keep me busy. They keep from becoming a total hermit. But there's a bit of a hermit there. They all respect that. They allow me those moments of solitude in the woods. And when I had to lose one of my shagbark hickories, Himself understood my morning. (It's now my counter in the bathroom.) Louise understood it as well...

“A house you can rebuild; a bridge you can restring; a washed-out road you can fill in. But there is nothing you can do about a tree but mourn.”
― Louise Dickinson Rich, We Took to the Woods

My "cousin" Emily also said...

“Beauty is not caused. It is.”
― Emily Dickinson

That's how I feel about my woods. It simply is. And every walk, I discover something new. Some new footprint, some new tree. Nature. Sun. I love every stone in my creeks. I love my trees. I mourned the ones we had to cut down. We started replanting last fall and will continue in the spring.

If I could have a wish for all of you, I'd wish that you'd find your place. The place that soothes your soul. The place where you walk and say, I'm home. And more than that, I'd wish you the people who get you and who enjoy when you're with them and understand when you need a moment or two of hermitude.

Holly




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Signs of the Times
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By Design takes a the marriage of convenience trope and...well, has a bit of fun with it.



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Saturday, January 07, 2023

Cottage Tour

Here's the Cottage tour some of you've been asking for.
Oh, and Artist not Author...although I suspect you know what I meant.



Thanks for checking it out!

Speaking of checking out...here are a few books. The second Around the Square book is out in February!!

Holly



Just One Thing is for sale this month on Amazon!
If you just watched my renovating, addition at the cottage, this book is set there in my mind!






Surprises in All Sizes anthology.
One of my Hometown Hearts stories is included!









Signs of the Times
Available for Kindle and Kindle Unlimited
Book #2 comes out in February! 
By Design takes a the marriage of convenience trope and...well, has a bit of fun with it.



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A View to a Kiln: A Harry's Pottery Mystery

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Wednesday, January 04, 2023

Questions



I love asking questions. Even more than that, I love finding answers. The Minions and I play a game in the morning...ask a question. Sometimes it's, "What's the biggest snake in the world?" (The reticulated python is the longest...we went with that.) Sometimes we go on long questiony journeys, one question leading to another. Sasquatch, the Wright Brothers, the Gold Rush... 

I've found two distinct branches in my family tree that makes me wonder if my love of questions is genetic.  One line is Mennonite. They came here from Switzerland and I can find their names in church lists for a couple centuries.

The other line is Quaker. I'm still tracing them back, but so far, I've found a few into the 1700's. 

I love that they all questioned the hierarchy and forged their own paths.

Then they stopped. Both lines by the mid-eighteen hundreds were no longer practicing their breakout faiths. Did each generation keep asking questions until they finally answered them? Or did they keep asking questions and never found answers and simply turned away, looking for answers in another direction? It's been fascinating research.

So many things about my family tree makes me ask questions. Trying to understand the paths that brought my people here. The Swiss/German branch seemed to come for religious liberty. I can imagine their stories. One relative was an Irish doctor who married a titled English lady and they both moved here. I can imagine their story as well. But some of them are big...well, questions. Following their paper trail will never give me all the answers to my questions, so I'm left with imagining my own.

Questions sometimes lead to concrete answers. Sometimes they lead to guesses and stories. If questioning is genetic, maybe I owe my writing career to good genes. I am a shirttail relative to Emily Dickenson. I like to think the few genetic strands we share help inspire me to find the beauty of words.

Questions. I think having a bunch of things I'm asking is a great way to start a year. I'm just a small branch on my giant family tree.  I wrote a blog not long ago about mtDNA, where I imagined the long line of women I come from. I doubt I'll find all the answers this year, but I'm hoping I find some! And I suspect anything I discover will lead to more questions.

Wishing you a new year filled with questions...and answers.

Holly

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Looking for something to read in 2023? Check out:

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If you've followed my renovating, addition at the cottage, this book is set there in my mind!






Surprises in All Sizes anthology.
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Signs of the Times
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Sunday, January 01, 2023

Word of the Year—2023

 


Last year my Word of the Year was Thankful. And I have so much to be thankful about. My family. My friends. Indoor plumbing...LOL

In past years I've had words like Patience, Stretch, Step, Glee, Hope, Time, Chapter, Stop...

As every new year approaches, I spend some time thinking about what I want to concentrate on for the next twelves months. I went round and round this year, not quite able to settle on any one thing. Finally I had it. I've talked before about how little things make me happy. But little things is two words. I know, I could have cheated, and I thought about it. But I hit on an adjacent word...Mindful. To be honest, it's a more powerful word than little-things. I plan to spend 2023 concentrating on the small moments that give me glee and hope. Moments with my kids and with the Minions. Moments with Himself. Moments with friends. Moments at the cottage. Moments in the studio. Beautiful, glorious moments.

But I'm sure there will be other moments to be Mindful of.

There's a poem I learned when I was very young...

“I walked a mile with Pleasure;
She chatted all the way;
But left me none the wiser
For all she had to say.

I walked a mile with Sorrow;
And ne’er a word said she;
But, oh! The things I learned from her,
When Sorrow walked with me.”

― Robert Browning Hamilton

So more than being mindful of the small, gleeful moments I'm hoping being Mindful reminds me to embrace those moments that aren't as gleeful or aren't gleeful at all. I want to meet them head on and see what lessons they leave me with. Lessons and gifts. I think most of our problems comes with one or the other...frequently both.

When I started writing, I wrote straight up romantic comedy. Books like I Waxed My Legs for This? my PTA Moms, Everything But...series, Not Precisely Pregnant. But over time, I've added more serious books. Books that deal with those non-gleeful moments. Briar Hill Road, Just One Thing, Carry Her Heart, my Hometown Hearts series... They all taught me so much as I wrote them. I'll confess, I cried more than once with all of them. But each left me some new insight about myself and about life. Just like those harder moments in real life leave us gifts. 

So I will be Mindful and try to embrace all the moments 2023 offers me. I will try to recognize them and hold them close. 

As the new year begins, I wish you all a marvelous, gleeful year!

Holly




Looking for something to read in 2023? Check out:

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Friday, December 16, 2022

mtDNA and a long line of women...

 

Yes, another post about my family tree...well, sort of. I'm combining that with a bit of geeky science stuff. (And for those who know of me deep affection for Schrodinger's Cat and Pi Day, well, this post won't surprise you. LOL)

As I plunge into my past, I can't help notice how often one of my grandmother's names is lost to history. My grandfather's name is there...in a census, on a property deed or in a will. His wife's name? It's a bit more hit or miss. She might be simply listed as Mrs. John Smith. 

It's so frustrating. I've dug through so many death certificates, looking for a maternal name.
That led me to mulling over the idea of Mitochondrial DNA or mtDNA.

I might like geeky science stuff, but I'm not a scientist, so my explanation is very layperson. You get your mitochondria from your mother. (Okay, I read a piece that some paternal mtDNA can sneak in, but let's just go with maternal.) So as I look at my family tree, at those named and unnamed women on the female branches of my tree, I realize that I share the same mitochondria as them. I'm bumping into an issue with my 3rd great-grandmother. I can't pinpoint her first name, much less her last name. She's listed in a deed transfer as John and wife.

And wife.

Now I want to be clear, I am thrilled to be Himself's wife. And I'd like to think he's thrilled to be my husband. But I've never been one to use the title Mrs. Himself. I'm mainly Ms. Holly, when I use an honorific at all. Mainly I'm just Holly or Hall. Sometimes even Hey You. 

This matter of family, or names is something I've mulled a lot in the past. I was born with one man's last name. I adopted another man's last name. I married and happily took Himself's last name. And I when I started writing, I wrote under an altogether new last name. 

Through all those names, I've been Holly. It's a name my mother gave me in hopes that it would never lead to a nickname...which of course explains they I've spent most of my life as Hall. (Poor Mom.) 

Anyway, you can trace your mtDNA all the way to Africa and see how your tribe of foremothers migrated. All my children carry my mtDNA, but only my daughters will pass it on. Their children will have it, but only a granddaughter will pass it on. I love that image of a long line of women. One after another. Mother to daughter down the line. And then, someday, when I'm gone, that mtDNA I inherited from my mother will still be out there, moving down the line. I love that piece of immortality. It makes me feel a little better about the unnamed women in my family tree...a piece of them is still here.

On a total aside, in a very geeky tangent, I was talking about the nuclear fusion experiment with the Minions today. I really am so excited about this giant step. But how to talk about fusion vs fission with kids. Hmm. My layperson explanation worked well. Imagine smashing rocks apart. Pieces would fly everywhere. The little pieces? Those are radiation and they're bad for you. But if you take a couple rocks and glue them together...there are no little bits (radiation). That idea of clean, unlimited energy is so exciting, even though it's decades away!

Yeah, I know. I romance novelist talking mtDNA and nuclear fission...just another day in my life. LOL

Holly

That idea of finding family runs through all my books, but especially in my Hometown Hearts series. You can find the whole series here, and one of them, Something Perfect, is part of a new anthology, Surprises Come in all Sizes. The whole collection is only $.99. It's a great way to try it out along with some marvelous stories by other bestselling, award winning authors! I'm so thrilled to be in an anthology with them!




Monday, December 12, 2022

Tangents

I follow Alexis Nikole on Instagram. She's a forager whose enthusiasm is contagious. (One of the Minions adores her videos. He laughs every time she ends a video by saying, "Don't die.") She mentioned a book, Braiding Sweetgrass by Robin Wall Kimmerer in one of her videos. I picked it up and loved the lyrical sense of wonder about the beauty of science in nature. Today's chapter reminded me of summers in the woods when I was growing up. Eating wild strawberries, hiking the creek, hiding with a book in a small clearing I dubbed Lothlorien (I was/am a Tolkien nerd). Kimmerer's  stories of Skywoman spoke to me. "On one side of the world were people whose relationship with the living world was shaped by Skywoman, who created a garden for the well-being of all. On the other side was another woman with a garden and a tree. But for tasting its fruit, she was banished from the garden and the gates clanged shut behind her. That mother of men was made to wander in the wilderness and earn her bread by the sweat of her brow, not by filling her mouth with the sweet juicy fruits that bend the brands low. In order to eat, she was instructed to subdue the wilderness into which she was cast." 

As I read, I remembered another book that I hadn't picked up in years. Women Who Run With the Wolves—Clarissa Pinkola Estes. So I picked it up, thinking I'd read about Skywoman there. It wasn't there (or I didn't find it skimming) but I did re-find Baba Yaga's tale again and Estes' assessment, "Baba Yaga, the Wild Mother...instructs the ordering of the house of the soul. She imbues an alternate order to the ego, one where magic can happen, joy can be done, appetite is intact, things are accomplished with gusto." 

There. Magic.

A tangent led me to what I didn't even know I was looking for.

Magic has been in my mind. I caught that picture at the cottage one evening recently. Perhaps it's a fairy? It's easy to believe in fairies out there.

We spent a cold snowy night at the cottage. I got up a bit later than normal, but still was out in the woods just after sunrise, and breathed in the silence in the trees.  In the snowy morning woods, it's easy to believe in magic and in the power  to create it.

As a writer, I believe in magic because my stories start as a glimmer of an idea and a blank page and grow into something that's alive in its own right. When I read the opening of Hold Her Heart, I tear up EVERY time. It's a sequel to Carry Her Heart and I knew from the beginning how it ends. I know that even when I run my characters through the wringer, they get a happily ever after, and yet, I tear up. Because my character doesn't know it yet. And he's so very real to me. That's magic.

I started walking miles every day, not in a gym, but outside. I've found it makes me more in tune with the world around me. The rhythm of the day. The rhythm of the year. As I walk I notice grass that's almost painfully green in the spring, that fades to a duller green in the summer and finally is covered with brilliantly white snow in the winter. It's magic. The circular essence of nature echoes the circular journey of being a woman.  Skywoman who fell to earth and became an element of creation and dies giving birth (creating), Baba Yaga, who is ambiguous...sometimes portrayed as good, sometimes not so much. That duality seems truthful to me. She inspires magic.

We start out as a child who believes in magic, reach the busy years of career and family responsibilities—time when we forget magic exists—then reach a place where the world slows a bit and we can see the magic of a fairy in the woods, or the magic of watching a child we gave birth to grow into an amazing adult. We have time to notice the magic that surrounds us again. That's a gift.

And there you go. That's how my circular sense of tangents works. I start reading one book, remember something in another and pretty soon I'm surrounded by new and old books, reflecting that life is a series of tangents and if we're smart, we'll take a second to enjoy the magic in those moments!

I think I hear a Minion asking if their favorite forager has a new video! That's magic, too! 

Holly

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