A Book Recommended by My Priest

Did I already lose some of you? Not a church-goer? That’s okay. If you found this site by a link I posted on social media, chances are this book will be of interest to you. The information and message isn’t looking to pigeon-hole you or convert you. I don’t pretend to know how to save your soul - I am tied up right now working on saving my own. However, reading this book will smack you in the face and bring you to your senses in terms of how we spend our time, on what things we place value, and the reckless abandon with which we are influencing our children. We are becoming slaves to new media, if we haven’t become already. But with practice and perseverance, and a little self-control, we can overcome this addiction and practice a more purposeful, intentional, balanced life. At least that’s what I’m hoping for.

Find it on Amazon,  HERE

Find it on Amazon, HERE

I immediately related to this book, partly due to my love-hate relationship with social media and mostly because I am in a constant state of simplifying my life. This includes purging my Friends List on Facebook, participating in social media “fasts” and flirting with the Delete My Profile button. I am torn between connecting with people I actually know and keeping lines of communication open for my creative outlets, and resisting addictive behaviors and emotional reactions over the bad manners and hate I see on a daily basis. It’s a battle I have chosen to wage up until this point, but my white flag is clenched in my fist, begging to be flown.

Larchet discusses the effects of television, smartphones, social sites such as Facebook and Instagram and the psychology behind them. He supports many of the points made in another book I finished reading last week titled, The Brain Fog Fix.

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Both Larchet and Dow discuss the effects of instant gratification on joy, and further, the effects of false “friendships” on our human need to connect. Larchet states, “hyper-communication…encourages superficial relationships which do not touch the deeper levels of the personality where loneliness is felt most strongly”. He references an article that contained an interview with Sean Parker who was an early investor in Facebook. When discussing the intent of the site, Parker stated that it “exploits a vulnerability in human psychology…[we] understood this consciously. And we did it anyway”. He goes on to say, “God only knows what it’s doing to our children’s brains”. Dow expands on exactly what it is doing, and it’s not pretty.

Larchet also offers a formula for joy:

The intensity of joy depends on the intensity of desire, which in turn depends on its distance space or time from its object…In human life there is no pleasure without pain, no joy without sadness, no happiness without suffering, no enjoyment without frustration…

Have we forgotten how to wait? Are we grateful? I’m fearful we are billions of Veruca Salts, demanding a bigger piece from the chocolate factory. Are there any Charlies left?

Let me know if you read it; I would love to know your thoughts. I am hoping to attend a book club at my church with others who have read it to discuss it more. I am not naive to think that it is possible or even beneficial to do without the advancements in technology that we continue to experience. Extremes do not often bring forth the wisest solutions. Yet, I have to believe there is a balance to be found. If not externally, then at least within myself.

I Almost Didn't Finish

One of my coworkers recently told me that life was too short to finish reading a not-so-great book…”there are too many good books in the world, and not enough time”. It never occurred to me to NOT finish a book. My eyes would glaze over and skim through paragraphs waiting for something amazing to catch my attention, and before I knew it, I was seventy-three.

Okay, that’s dramatic.

But really.

Anyway, I found myself in the early pages of We Are All Completely Beside Ourselves by Karen Joy Fowler, intrigued by the Man Booker Prize Finalist distinction, and curious about what makes this book stand out from the pile.


I was immediately invested in the main character. And then I wasn’t. I should tell you, I have my moments where I make life harder than it needs to be. This is no exception. Had I read the back of the book, I would have known that the book was about a girl who was raised with a chimpanzee, and consequently, would have decided never to read the book to begin with. But I did not read the back of the book. I should also tell you that I have nothing against books that tell stories of humans and chimpanzees coexisting, yet I do have issue with this being a piece of fiction. Because yes, oftentimes fiction is created from the ashes of reality, but I had a hard time connecting enough to the characters for my imagination to believe it really happened. I need that from a book (I can be such a brat). This is all perplexing to me because right now, as I’m typing this, I am reading the singing of praises from others at the front of the book, and it seems I am the only person alive who didn’t think this was Top Shelf. So what am I missing?

Were there sections of the story that were heart-wrenching? Oh yes, there were tears! Were there sections that made me want to adopt the narrator? Yeeessss. But I couldn’t quiet the nagging voice in my head during the latter part of the book that incessantly repeated, “read something else”. I can recognize the coming-of-age story, and this New York Times review sums it up nicely:

“this is a story of Everyfamily in which loss engraves relationships, truth is a soulful stalker and coming-of-age means facing down the mirror, recognizing the shape-shifting notion of self.”

The fact remains that there are more books out there that, for me, do it better. I’m off to search for them… wish me luck!

An American Marriage

I haven’t read much fiction in the last year because I have been enthralled with memoir. I can’t seem to turn away from a true story, especially one with enough conflict to rip your heart out and awe-inspiring resolution that takes at least a week to render you able to live in your own reality again. However, even though this book is not memoir, there are enough realistic elements in the characters and in the story itself to make it plenty of peoples’ true story. I would venture to say anyone who has ever been in love can relate to the marriage of Roy and Celestial, and anyone of color can certainly relate to the prejudices that resulted in the events that unfolded.


Tayari Jones artistically placed us in deliberate scenarios where we could smell the room, taste the food, and see the landscape. We asked the questions along with the characters and couldn’t come up with the answers either.

What occurred to me as I was reading this, was how important human connection is and how much faith we put in each other to love, to support, to live, to function. We aren’t created to be alone, and really we only want to be understood and accepted, flaws and all. While I was fighting in my heart for their marriage, what I was really fighting for was for Roy to find peace, and in the end, I think Jones wrote him home.

Have you read this? If so, how do you think the title suits the narrative?


For now, this website is going to be a catalogue of my reflections on books. In the future, it may be an online junk drawer that doesn’t close all the way. Life is full of fun surprises.

The first book review of this new year is on a book that I read in October of 2018 (because this is me we are talking about, and since when have I done anything in the order in which it was assigned? Maybe third grade. Maybe). It’s not the most recent book that I have read, however, since reading this book my understanding of myself has intensified. And so, I didn’t want to bound into 2019 not having given it the attention it deserves. This book is Quiet: The Power of Introverts in a World that Can’t Stop Talking by Susan Cain.


Reading this book has given me permission to say, “No”, to be alone with my thoughts, to be in a crowded room and reserve the right to not engage in conversation, and instead, observe. It has helped me to accept my awkwardness and unbridled embarrassment or guilt in select situations throughout my life and to forgive myself (again), gently close the door, and move forward. It has shed stadium lights on the differences between my husband and myself and made me more patient with his needs and more assertive in my own. [Side note: She gives an example of introverted patients who responded better to gentle, soothing speech when encouraged to do something - “I know this is hard”, “Very nice…”, “Keep up the good work” - versus extroverts who responded better to more aggressive language such as “You can do more than that!” and “Concentrate on your exercise!”. This explains in a nutshell the entire first half of my marriage to Tony. And while it was easy for us to chalk it up to his Sicilian heritage, I now realize that his extroverted nature plays a large role in his communication tendencies.] It has helped me to reflect (note I did not say “obsess”) on my past and learn how to navigate confidently into my future. I feel like I am who I was meant to be without the overwhelming urge to apologize for it, explain it, or God forbid, contort myself into someone else.

The world will clamp down and squeeze until you submit. The pressure will test your walls and your foundation might falter under so much weight. But I am fearfully and wonderfully made*, and this book was the reminder I needed to have courage and stand tall. Cain writes, “So when introverts assume the observer role, as when they write novels, or contemplate unified field theory - or fall quiet at dinner parties- they’re not demonstrating a failure of will or a lack of energy. They’re simply doing what they’re constitutionally suited for”. (How introverted of me to feel relieved in the validation of a complete stranger.)

The book, in my opinion, is not only a useful read for introverts. She discusses the differences and similarities between introverts and extroverts alike, as well as the complexities of both. Learning what makes us different is just as important as what makes us similar because by engaging in both, we learn how to communicate and understand. Not everyone can be pigeon-holed under a label, which is exactly the point. It’s about embracing your strengths, which you might have viewed as faults, and enriching your life through this new point of view. Live positively and be kind to yourself for who you are.

*”I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; marvelous are your works; my soul knows this well” -Psalm 139:14

A Three Dog Life by Abigail Thomas

Every once in a harvest moon, I come across a writer that knocks me over and rattles my creative cage and makes me think, "oh my goodness, there is someone out there that is reading my thoughts and WRITING THEM DOWN!"  Abigail Thomas is one of these writers.  I have been devouring her memoirs after revisiting A Three Dog Life for the second time after reading it for the first time almost ten years ago.  I was too young then.  Even after finally owning my divorce and accepting my soul, old and wrinkly, I wasn’t able to grab onto the nuggets of truth that I would find in the pages of that book.  The grief.  I was missing what it was like to experience real grief.  And now I get it.  And so I can’t stop reading this woman.

Throw in amazing word assemblage and a true gift for storytelling, and there you have the makings of a weekend spent snuggled in my chair with a couple dozen cups of tea.  I’m kind of obsessed with her.  Before I began writing this review, I decided that I would also write to her.  I’ve never had to the urge to write to an author before this.  Also, she’s in her seventies and I don’t want her to die before I’ve had the chance to thank her. 

Because this:

“I didn’t start writing until I was forty-seven.  I had always wanted to write but thought you needed a degree, or membership in a club nobody had asked me to join.  I thought God had to touch you on the forehead, I thought you needed to have something specific to say, something important, and I thought you needed all that laid out from the git-go.  It was a long time before I realized that you don’t have to start right, you just have to start.”

And this:

“When I was young, the future was where all the good stuff was kept, the party clothes, the pretty china, the family silver, the grown-up jobs.  The future was a land of its own, and we couldn’t wait to get there.  Not that youth wasn’t great, but it came with disadvantages; I remember the feeling I was missing something really good that was going on somewhere else, somewhere I wasn’t.  I remember feeling life passing me by.  I remember impatience.  I don’t feel that way now.  If something interesting is going on somewhere else, good, thank god, I hope nobody calls me.  Sometimes it’s all I can do to brush my teeth, toothpaste is just so stimulating.”

I feel inspired and motivated to write again, and it feels like I am back to my old self.  I didn’t realize just how much I missed her.  Or how much I really do want another dog.