Anyone who knows me well knows that I grew up on the sitcom The Golden Girls and I pride myself on the ability to quote just about any episode at the drop of the hat. I remember, as a small girl, binge-watching the reruns (that were actually reruns) with my mom and giggling at the sometimes less-than age appropriate humor but I loved every minute of it. It is one of those memories that I won’t let anyone take away from me.
Anyway, I went to the library this week in hopes to read a biography of some sort and I stumbled upon Betty White’s “If you ask me (and of course you won’t).” I’ve always adored this woman for her humor and lady-like mannerisms but it wasn’t until I finished this book that I realized I loved her even more.
Betty talked about her love for animals, the same way I do, and kept me laughing with her whit and honesty chapter after chapter. In all it only took me about 6 hours to finish the book and if you’re looking for something light-hearted and fun, I heartily suggest you go by and rent yourself a copy.
Today I’ve started a book called, “Sun Moon Earth” by Tyler Nordgren, its goes through the history of solar eclipses and what they symbolized in the ancient world. This book is way out of my comfort zone but so far, I am in love. The language he uses to talk about his love for astronomy is something to marvel at.
I really love reading about other people’s loves for different things, it inspires positivity and makes me feel connected with people I don’t even know.
Good luck to all my friends headed back to school this fall, I hope all of your classes and lives run smoothly.
-Thanks for reading,
Today is little bit different. I wanted to share with you a book gifted to me by a dear friend and hope you love it as much as I do.
I’ve always found that Autumn is my absolute favorite season. I feel happier knowing I can take part in all of my favorite activities throughout this beloved season.
This book is full of recipes, poems and just cute little things that make me feel warm and fuzzy. My favorite little part:
“It is the sweet, simple things of life which are the real ones after all,” Laura Ingalls Wilder said.
Like I said, this post is different than most of my posts.
Anyway, I hope that some of you run by and pick up your copy. It really is just such a sweet little book. It would be absolutely lovely on a coffee table during the season.
I hope all of you are well and happy.
-Thanks for reading,
Recently I decided to take a trip to the local library. I wanted to just borrow a book because in all honestly, I don’t have much room to keep stacking piles of books.
Anyway, I wondered around and stumbled upon the “new releases” section and immediately my eyes wondered to “We Crossed a Bridge and it Trembled,” by Wendy Pearlman.
The book basically covers and translates individual stories of Syrians and their struggles throughout war and leadership. I’ve always found myself nose deep in fictional worlds full of wizards, middle earth and romance for so many years, so this book was something new for me.
Living in the 21st century as I do, its difficult for someone not to know of Syria and all the negativity it carries with its name.
I’ve learned and listened to stories of the turmoil Syrians face and continue to face but mostly my emphasis has been these past few years I’ve been in college. Professor after professor talked to my classmates and I about what it was to be a journalist and how people like me were dying everyday because they searched for the truth.
The truth is, many of the stories in this book talked of Syrians and how they were denied the option of telling the truth. Bribery and threat were apart of their daily lives, so much so that it became a normality to lie about who or what their families believed in and hushed mouths were more respected than saying anything at all.
I wanted to write this post mostly for me to talk myself through the sadness and respect it for what it was, the truth. The truth is not everyone has the freedoms that I do and the more I realize that, the better off I’ll be and the more heart I’ll feel for those that need it.
Syrians don’t need my sorrow or sympathy, they need my support to end the war they fight everyday.
If you want a good cry — go pick the book up but don’t go crying for Syria, cry for change because thats what they need. Cry for the truth because thats what we all need. Cry for knowledge and understanding because thank god we have something to look forward to.
-Thanks for reading,