Best Books, BAR-None

I’m flying (er, floating) through the children’s picture book section of my library–and most recently I’ve been in the “BAR”s. There, I’ve found a few winners.

The Brambly Hedge Stories by Jill Barklem

Families of mice live their lives in Brambly Hedge, happily enjoying the busy work of the seasons.

Brambly Hedge Books

While preparing a recitation for the Midwinter’s celebration at Old Oak Palace, Primrose and Wilfred find a secret passage that leads to an incredible hidey-hole and marvelous costumes that they unveil during their recitation.

Dusty and Poppy get married, Poppy in the fancy dress she’s been preparing for months, Dusty in his fancy duds, unfortunately dusted with a fine (or heavy) coat of flour. As the wedding guests dance, the ropes holding the wedding raft fast break, sending the raft and wedding party floating down the stream until they gently bump into a leafy clump.

All of Brambly hedge is busy making preparations for the day’s picnic–and they don’t even seem to remember that it’s Wilfred’s birthday. Wilfred, being a polite little mouse, doesn’t want to make a big deal of himself, but he is a bit disappointed. So he’s more than a little surprised when, after carting a heavy picnic basket to the picnic, he opens it to discover a cake and presents! Turns out, the picnic was a surprise birthday party for HIM!

Primrose goes off wandering and stumbles into a dark, cold tunnel. She explores it excitedly until she’s absolutely lost–and then she starts to get scared. The menacing figures with lights coming down the hall don’t help at all. She hides in fear until she notices a limp that gives the figure away–it’s her Grandpa out looking for her!

But my favorite Brambly Hedge story is The High Hills where Wilfred dreams of being an adventurous explorer in the High Hills. He gets his big chance when Mr. Apple schedules a trip to the High Hills to deliver some blankets to the needy Voles. Wilfred packs his adventurer’s bag and starts off. When he and Mr. Apple get lost, Wilfred has his adventure. He’s called upon to save the day–and safely deliver he and Mr. Apple back to Brambly Hedge. Wilfred is scared, but his preparations pay off.

Brambly Hedge Illustrations

The Brambly Hedge stories (I read Spring Story, Summer Story, Autumn Story, The Secret Staircase, and of course The High Hills) is a delightful collection of idyllic tales somewhat reminiscent of The Hobbit (although much shorter and less menacing). Illustrated in a manner directly reminiscent of Beatrix Potter, I absolutely adore these books!

Mr. Katapat’s Incredible Adventures by Barroux

Mr. Katapat, the hero, looks like an ordinary man–but really, he’s quite extraordinary. He experiences great adventures through the pages of books he’s found at the library.

He’s a fortune hunter, a time traveler, a sheriff in the Wild West, a detective, and much more.

Mr Katapat's Incredible Adventures

He does all of his adventuring through the pages of books, which he reads as he does almost everything (including unicycling).

But one day, he stumbled onto a new adventure–an adventure he hadn’t read yet. A love story in real life.

That is how Mr. Katapat met Mrs. Katapat.

And that is a story I love to read.

Because by Mikhail Baryshnikov and Vladimir Radunsky

The narrator, who is known only as “me”, introduces us to his house, his friend, the neighbors in his apartment building, and his grandmother.

His grandmother, known as Mrs. Duncan, is an eternal embarrassment.

Because

On Monday, she leapfrogs over Mrs. Q. On Tuesday, she rolls around on the ground. On Wednesday, she acts as if she were skating, only without the skates. On Thursday, she’s tap-dancing and doing cart-wheels. On Friday, she’s flapping her arms like a butterfly. On Saturday, she’s galloping. On Sunday, she’s leaping.

I aspire to be just like Mrs. Duncan.

Why?

Because she’s a dancer


Reading My LibraryFor more comments on children’s books, see the rest of my Reading My Library posts or check out Carrie’s blog Reading My Library, which chronicles her and her children’s trip through the children’s section of their local library.



Tie-Dye Faith: A Metaphor

Tie-dye can be a frightening proposition.

Folding fabric, dying sections, waiting hours before you can see how it’ll turn out.

It’s no wonder the girls were so wary. It’s no wonder they felt more comfortable free-hand drawing their designs.

Freehand dyed shirt

Tie-dye takes faith–seeing the finished product in your mind’s eye even when what you’re looking at has little in common with your intended result.

I believed in tie-dye and started using the technique from the get go.

Why?

Because I’d read a book of instruction. I’d seen illustrations of how to fold and what the finished result was supposed to look like. I’d had a friend show me his finished product and describe how he’d gotten it.

The girls hadn’t seen this yet. They didn’t have the evidence I’d seen to support my faith.

They were skeptical.

They’d stick with what they could see.

I forged on in faith, evangelizing my little brood liberally. “How about you try a real tie-dye on this next one?”

They made slow steps–little scrunches tied here and there. Still mostly sight.

But as they saw me walking out my faith, as I continually brought my book and its illustrations to their minds, they started to believe my witness.

Tie-dyed pants, in progress

They chose to act on their fledgling belief.

They folded, dyed, and left their shirts–still folded and tied–with me.

When I rinsed out their shirts, seeing the first fruits of their faith, I was in awe.

Bullseye Tie-Dyed shirt

My own faith strengthened, I determined to tie-dye even more, to convert more to tie-dying.

And so their faith and mine mutually strengthened one another.

“Now faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen.”
~Hebrews 11:1


WiW: A Day of “Love”

The Week in Words

February 14 has come again–and with it, scads of single women hole up in their houses to pout over chocolates they’ve bought themselves (or else they gather together to collectively bemoan/celebrate their singleness, preferably in someone’s home so the outside world doesn’t have to see their desperation.)

I did the latter last night (although we only spent about ten minutes bemoaning–and that brought up by the one married woman in our midst!)

Today, I’ll spend the day working as usual, hopefully giving God thanks for the rich life He’s given me right now-and trusting that His plan for my future is just right.

I was blessed this past week to read Monica’s encouragement to single women:

“Remember Abraham, who waited over 25 years for the fulfillment of the promise – when he tried to make it happen on his own, he created a whole mess that carries on in the Middle East even into the present day. God still fulfilled His promise to Abraham, however, and will fulfill every promise to us today (I Corinthians 1:20). If we hold onto those promises He has made, and resist the passions of the world, we will experience the joy of peaceful obedience to the One who satisfies the soul.

Despite our teasing about maybe “just happening” to have our cars break down outside of the Christian school that (allegedly) has two single male teachers, I know that it is better to wait on the Lord–and to trust that He will fulfill my every need and conform my every desire to His.


My brother Daniel has encouraged me to post links to last year’s “Love Month”, lest any readers should benefit from my experiences and expertise (Hah!) in the world of singleness and relationships.

So, without further ado: Love Month 2010

Please feel free to comment on any of these posts. Even though they’re a year old, I’d love to continue to foster dialogue about singleness, dating, and purity.


Don’t forget to take a look at Barbara H’s meme “The Week in Words”, where bloggers collect quotes they’ve read throughout the week.


Snapshot: Tie-Dye Party

I can officially check one more item off my list.

I’ve thrown a tie-dye party.

Girls at Tie-Dye Party

It was just four of us–Esie, Krystal, myself, and Taylor (left to right in the photo above)–but we had a blast!

We made ourselves custom smocks out of trash bags, we folded and drew on and dyed our shirts (and my pants and skirt), we laughed over the unfortunate placement of a certain bit of yellow dye and the new-tire smell of the black vat of dye.

And we drank tie-dyed Koolaid.

Tie-dyed Koolaid

Here’s to accomplishing goals–and to getting to know some great girls!


Thankful Thursday: Spare Thanks

It’s been a long week, a busy week. I don’t have time or energy to be long. So I’ll just offer these spare words of thanks.

Thankful Thursday banner

This week I’m thankful…

…for unexpected guests who didn’t stay long

…for hosts and hostesses who don’t mind that I’ve stayed long

…for non-alcoholic hilarity on a Wednesday night

…for prescriptions transferred and picked up

…for whites to be tie-dyed purchased

…for food on the stove to be eaten

And for a God who is on the throne, above every power of this earth.


A Night Not-Quite-Alone

A month ago, Stephanie issued a challenge to the readers of Offering Hospitality:

Meredith blogged about her practice of spending a day in solitude once a month here, here and here. Her goal, was to pray, read scripture, and focus on God in a location away from her normal distractions.

I’m not saying we only spend time with God once a month. I mean having half a day, a whole day, or even overnight set aside to focus on something specific with God. Think of it as offering hospitality to yourself and God.

Will you join me in solitary hospitality?

I said I would and set a date: Thursday, January 20th.

Unfortunately, I was sick as a dog on Thursday, January 20th and I spent the day between my computer and my bed (and the bathroom, bleh!)

And then life had a way of taking up every spare moment after that.

When would I have 3 uninterrupted hours to spend with God?

I occasionally thought of my assent to the challenge, of the vow I’d left undone. I felt guilty, but I felt I couldn’t do anything about it.

Then Stephanie’s Wrap Up Post posted–and I really felt bad.

Still doing nothing.

Then, on my drive from one of my facilities to the other yesterday, I realized it was futile to keep waiting for tomorrow.

How ’bout tonight? I asked myself. And I started plotting.

I’d have an hour and a half drive home–time I usually spent listening to a podcast or audiobook or brainstorming something for work. Then after I got home, I’d have an hour and a half before my sister would get home.

I’d choose to use that time with the Lord.

So I started my solitary retreat in the car. Praying.

It started with a whine, a complaint.

What’s up with this, Lord? What’s up with where you have me? Why this? Why that? And why are You so silent?

I asked for help in specific things.

For some, He was silent. For others, He sent me grasping about for my journal and thankful for red lights so I could write down His words.

“Hold it with a loose hand.”

A simple phrase, not much to it–but the silence was broken.

My heart eventually turned from me, and the headlights of an approaching train reminded me, oddly, to pray for my family. I spent the rest of my drive remembering my family in prayer.

It felt good, to spend concerted time bringing those I love before the One I love.

I still had Grace to go when I got home, so I spent a bit more time praying for her.

Then into my room and snuggled under the covers (our heat pump just can’t quite keep up with Nebraska’s currently subzero temps) with my Bible for some reading.

Nothing in particular, just more from my ordinary Bible reading plan.

But it was me and God together–together for a good long time.

Maybe it wasn’t earth-shattering, but it was soul-quenching.

I’d forgotten that this burden can only be lifted by Him.

I’d forgotten that this longing can only be fulfilled in Him.

I’d forgotten that life is worth living for Him.

I’m so glad He brought it to mind as I spent the night not-quite-alone–with Him.

Check out what others have been learning through their solitary retreats at Offering Hospitality: Solitary Hospitality Challenge Conclusion


Food Guide Fight

In 2005, the USDA laid to rest the Food Guide Pyramid famously found on the backs of cereal boxes. With breads, grains, and pasta on the big bottom layer, the 1993 Food Guide Pyramid was a favorite of cereal and bread makers everywhere.

“See, that’s us! We’re the base of a good diet,” they said-trying to reclaim ground lost in the low-carb craze of the late 90s and early 2000s.

Food Guide PyramidThen the government decided to update the Pyramid–introducing the snazzy (and, in my humble opinion, less intuitive) MyPyramid.

It took a while for the Food Guide Pyramid to disappear, but it’s been a while since I’d last seen it–until this last month, when I was making my way through the B children’s picture books at my library and ran across Rex Barron’s Showdown at the Food Pyramid.

Now, I’m a dietitian–and I’m pretty sold on the Food Guide Pyramid. While it had some faults, it was a good educational tool. It did a good job of showing the approximate proportions of different food groups that make up a healthy diet. It was easily understandable and quite intuitive. It was a good tool.

So maybe you’d think I’d be excited about a children’s picture book that uses the Food Pyramid to teach kids about nutrition.

And maybe I might be–but I’m less than excited about this book.

Showdown at the Food Pyramid tells of the happy pyramid that lived in peace until some new foods–Hot Dog, Candy Bar, and Donut–came along and upset the peaceful world. Soon there was an all-out war between the junk food (led by King Candy Bar) on the top floor of the Pyramid, and the Fruits and Vegetables on the second floor.

The two groups duked it out until at last the poor fruits and veggies collapsed under the weight of the evil junk food.

The collapsed food items decide to rebuild the pyramid, only this time they’re going to do it right–according to the Food Guide Pyramid.

Yeah.

Nice story.

Or not.

Apart from being ridiculously pedantic, this story makes the error of fostering an unhealthy attitude towards food.

By framing the pyramid as a fight between good foods and bad foods, this book fosters the idea that food is a moral issue.

It isn’t.

Let me repeat that.

Food is NOT a moral issue.

There is no such thing as “good” food and “bad” food.

Does that mean that mean that we should be unrestrained in our eating? Of course not. But we should be cautious against calling unclean what God has made pure.

About noon the following day as they were on their journey and approaching the city, Peter went up on the roof to pray. He became hungry and wanted something to eat, and while the meal was being prepared, he fell into a trance. He saw heaven opened and something like a large sheet being let down to earth by its four corners. It contained all kinds of four-footed animals, as well as reptiles of the earth and birds of the air. Then a voice told him, “Get up, Peter. Kill and eat.”

“Surely not, Lord!” Peter replied. “I have never eaten anything impure or unclean.”

The voice spoke to him a second time, “Do not call anything impure that God has made clean.

This happened three times, and immediately the sheet was taken back to heaven.

~Acts 10:9-16, NIV

Vegetables are not godly while chocolate is sinful.

That idea is not only false, it’s dangerous.

It keeps people from enjoying food, it encourages them to binging and purging, it promotes false guilt over food.

Choose NOT to teach your children this book’s message. Choose instead to teach them that food (all food) is a gift from God and that we should strive to use it (as everything) to glorify Him.

“Therefore, whether you eat or drink, or whatever you do, do all to the glory of God.”
~I Corinthians 10:31


Reading My LibraryFor more comments on children’s books, see the rest of my Reading My Library posts or check out Carrie’s blog Reading My Library, which chronicles her and her children’s trip through the children’s section of their local library.



Book Review: “Bright-Sided” by Barbara Ehrenreich

Half-full or half-empty?

The perennial question has always puzzled me.

Which one exactly is supposed to mean optimism?

Is it better to have fullness, even if the fullness is not complete–or is it better to know that one does not have complete emptyness?

But however difficult I find it to determine the optimistic choice, it’s not hard to figure out which one is the right choice.

The optimistic choice is the right choice.

Of course.

Or at least, so says our culture–where optimism is considered a virtue and negativity a sin.

But what’s so great about optimism? And is negativity really as bad as it’s made out to be?

Barbara Ehrenreich explores these questions in her Bright-Side: How the relentless promotion of positive thinking has undermined America.

As is apparent from the title, Ehrenreich is not convinced that positivity is the answer to all life’s ails. In fact, she’s willing to blame positive thinking for any number of societal ills.

Ehrenreich begins her narrative with her own story of being a breast cancer victim who was overwhelmed and put-off by how the breast cancer machine (the activism groups, support groups, online discussion boards, awareness campaigns, etc.) pushed positivity into everything, as though breast cancer were a rite of initiation to be celebrated rather than a disease to be mourned over.

She moves quickly from this personal story to tell the story of self-help industries built around positive thinking: success coaching and prosperity preaching in particular.

According to Ehrenreich, positive thinking as a philosophy was a reaction against the Calvinism of early America–which Ehrenreich describes as “a system of socially imposed depression.” Apparently, “the focus on happiness [was] itself an implicit reproach to Calvinism.” So, thinkers like Mary Baker Eddy (founder of Christian Science) and Phineas Parkhurst Quimby (founder of the New Thought movement) reacted to the harsh strictures of their upbringing by pushing for happiness. Enter positive thinking.

The problem with positive thinking, to hear Ehrenreich explain it, is that positive thinking borrowed too much from Calvinism’s work ethic and sense of sin. While Calvinism used work to escape the evils of this world, positive thinking made positivity into the “work” that allows one to escape the “sin” of negativity.

Looking back, I’m kind of amazed that I finished this book. Ehrenreich’s complete and utter lack of understanding of Calvinism, particularly American Puritan Calvinism is laughable. Her portrayal of Puritan America is unjust.

However, her portrayal of the sugary-sweet positivity that has seeped into American churches and corporations is often spot on.

Her critiques of the supposed “science” of happiness are straightforward and worth considering. (The weakness of the correlational studies which “prove” that positive thinking leads to any number of positive health or lifestyle outcomes, the pseudoscientific nature of the “equations” set to describe positivity’s effect, the lack of attention paid to studies which support the null hypothesis, etc.)

In general, I think I agree with Ehrenreich’s conclusion: It is better to see the world as it truly is rather than to see it through rose-tinted glasses of “positivity” (or the dirty lenses of pessimism, for that matter).

What I don’t agree with is, well, everything else Ehrenreich says. In addition to vilifying our Protestant forebearers and criticizing those who seek silver linings in clouds like breast cancer or layoffs, Ehrenrich takes the opportunity to jump on her favorite hobby-horse: poverty. According to Ehrenreich, poverty is the result of positive thinking’s insistence on a free-market economy; but “positive thinkers” put down those in poverty as being there because they just don’t think positively enough. To hear Ehrenreich describe it, it’s a vicious cycle that pretty much destroys everyone–except those evil robber barons in the top x% of the American economy, who trample all over the little people…

Ad nauseum.

Anyway, this could have been a good book. It’s certainly a fascinating topic. But Ehrenreich’s biases make it just another “complain about conservatives and scream that the sky is falling” story.

Just like everything Ehrenreich writes.

Someday, I’m going to wise up and stop hoping that she’ll break out of her ideological narrowness. Until then, I guess I’ll just have to settle with writing rather pessimistic reviews of her books.

Sorry to be a downer.


Rating: 0 stars
Category:Optimism? Journalism? Pseudo-political commentary?
Synopsis:Ehrenreich briefly refutes the cult of positive thinking–and then complains for a good long time about the condition of America and how things are getting worse rather than better and…
Recommendation: Yeah. Not sure I really need to say anything more than I’ve already said. I’m not recommending this one.



Snapshot: Money Envelopes

The envelope system of money management is wonderful, particularly if you’ve made yourself some snazzy money envelopes from old grocery bags.

Money envelopes

Disadvantages of the envelope system?

Figuring out which envelopes to use when purchasing loads of tie-dye stuff for the dozen(?) or more girls (you don’t know) who are coming to your house to have a tie dye party next weekend.

I’m over-the-top excited to get to know Highland Park’s teenaged girls.

And I figured out the money envelope thing eventually–how ’bout a little from household, a little from clothing, a little from toiletries, and what’s left of mad money?


Ambitions, Fears, and Deep Existential Questions

AMBITIONS

Do you plan on being a musician/artist/writer?

I plan on being an amateur musician (whenever I can find the time to practice), playing the piano while my children sing along.

I plan to be an artist who works in imaginative media to make the lives of those around her beautiful.

I plan on being a writer–well, can’t you tell that I’m kinda into writing?

What age would you like to die?

120, having lived a very full life.

Or whatever time it please God.

How would you like to die?

I’d like to die like the one-hoss shay, where every part of me, having lived a long, full, productive life simply collapse and I die in a moment.

But if that can’t be, I suppose I’ll die in whatever way it please God.

Would you let your kids smoke weed?

What kind of question is that? Inasmuch as my will influences that decision, I will not let my kids smoke weed. But children have wills of their own, and don’t always do (or not do) what their parents would have them do (or not do.) I pray that God would restrain them from self-destructive habits such as this.

What do you want to be next Halloween?

I haven’t thought that far in advance, but maybe an astronaut or a ballet dancer or an old man. (I’ve done old woman before, but have never successfully cross-dressed. Maybe this year?)

If you could be any celebrity for one day, who would you be?

I think I would rather not live, even for a day, on someone else’s earthly fame. I would rather do something myself that would amplify God’s fame throughout all of eternity.

What do you wish your name was?

Cordelia.

NOT!

Actually, I’m quite pleased with Rebekah Marie (aka bekahcubed)

How old do you want to be when you get married?

21.

Hah!

Or whenever it please God.

What do you want to name your kids?

Girls? Bible place names like Bethel, Tirzah, Sharon, and Shiloh

Boys? Not sure about first names, but I’d love to have family names as middle names. For instance: William (my paternal grandmother’s maiden name), Ulrich (a paternal great-grandmother’s maiden name), Pierce (my maternal grandmother’s maiden name), or Nelson (a maternal great-grandmother’s maiden name)

What kind of hairstyle do you want?

For now, I’ll stick with what I’ve got.

For someday, whatever hairstyle pleases my husband

FEARS

Describe your most terrifying dream.
I have several…

…someone kidnapping my little brother John (back when he actually was little) and driving off with him down Superior street, despite me running after the pickup begging to have him back.

…an old woman grabbing my little brother John (who has always been incredibly full of life) and plunging his head beneath the water in a bathtub. She didn’t kill him, but he emerged a different person (with brain damage, I guess)–the life was gone from his face.

…the recurring one where I stood outside the gates of an enormous compound that the world thought was a spa. I stood there crying out “Don’t go in, don’t go in. There’s death behind those doors. It’s a trap.” But despite my warnings, friend after friend entered the compound. I went in to try to rescue them from certain death–and then I was running, running endlessly through the halls. I was chased and I was running, endlessly through the halls. Seeking my friends. Fearing my life. Fearing their lives even more. Running, running, endlessly until I awoke.

Are you afraid of the swine flu?

No, I’m not a pig, so I don’t really think about it much.

Do you get creeped out by puppets?

No. I love puppets and am disappointed that they’ve fallen out of vogue.

Sometime I should videotape some of my Mom’s puppet skits (particularly the one’s where Mom uses “Granny”). Such things should be preserved for future generations. “Land ‘sakes, child!”

Do you have any phobias?

Yes. I am afraid of being hung by my belly-button, of having someone cut my hair in my sleep, and of In-Vitro Fertilization.

Are you afraid to be yourself?

Only inasmuch as my self is sinful and totally depraved and wreaks havoc on those I love. Inasmuch as God has chosen to demonstrate His own nature through my self (imago dei), I am delighted to be myself (with all of my quirks and furbelows)

DEEP EXISTENTIAL QUESTIONS:

Are you happy in your life?

I think I am.

Do you feel like anything is missing? If so, what do you want?

I feel like something is missing. A husband, children. But God knows better than my feelings, and He has placed me here with this set of circumstances for His glory and my good.

Tell me a bit about yourself? What are you ambitions and fears? How would you answer these deep existential questions?