PUSH by Sapphire

"I don't understand why some kids git a good school and mother and father and some don't. But Rita say forgit the WHY ME shit and get on to what's next." -- Precious, PUSH

Clareece "Precious" Jones' earliest memories are of being abused by her parents. Rather than act as the safety net she desperately needs, school administrators advise her teachers, who first notice her worrisome signs of withdrawal at age five, to "focus on the ones who can learn."

By the time Precious is sixteen, her life's been one of submission for survival's sake. She's in junior high, can't read or write, weighs two-hundred-pounds and is pregnant by her father for the second time.

When her second pregnancy is discovered by school administrators, she's expelled and referred to an "alternative" school, where she meets girls with similar backgrounds as hers, and a teacher who changes her life. Miss Rain does more than teach her to read and write; she teaches her to find her "voice."

It's through the process of journaling that Precious finds the strength she'll need to leave her mother and deal with the biggest challenge she's faced yet.

By the time I finished PUSH, I felt optimism for Precious' future. I also felt a sadness that stayed with me long after I read it. Sapphire's raw and uninhibited verse was evidence to me that she'd not created Precious in a vacuum.

PUSH is poetic and thought-provoking. But it's also graphic and disturbing. It's a book I'd only recommend to readers who are comfortable feeling uncomfortable.

Do you think a story is ever too gritty or shocking to tell? When you think of an author writing authentically, what books or stories come to mind that you've read?

KATIE COURIC SITS WITH AUTHOR SAPPHIRE:

In the following short video clip, Sapphire discusses her background, where she got the inspiration to write Precious' character, and the movie adaptation of her book. She's an inspiring lady. (Click here to watch the entire interview.)

"But I couldn't let him, anybody, know, page 122 look like page 152, 22, 3, 6, 5 -- all the pages look alike to me. 'N I really do want to learn. Everyday I tell myself something gonna happen, some shit like on TV. I'm gonna break through or somebody gonna break through to me -- I'm gonna learn, catch up, be normal, change my seat to the front of the class. But again, it has not been that day." -- Precious, PUSH

Suggested Reading:

How Author Created Film Character Precious Through Her Own Sexual Abuse

NPR: Sapphire's Story: How 'Push' Became 'Precious'
Rape Abuse & Incest National Network

HOW DO I LOVE THEE? by Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Every year on Valentine's Day, I remember English poet Elizabeth Barrett Browning's love sonnet "How Do I Love Thee?" for it's simplicity and intensity.

I'd be withholding information if I didn't also tell you that it's one I chose to memorize and recite at a junior high school assembly long before I understood the true meaning of its verse.

I hope you enjoy this expression of pure love.

Do you have a favorite love poem? Better yet, do you write them? If you do, I invite you to post one in the comments. Wishing you a Happy Valentine's Day! *hugs*

HOW DO I LOVE THEE?

by Elizabeth Barrett Browning

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height

My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight

For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.

I love thee to the level of everyday's

Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight

I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;

I love purely, as they turn from Praise.

I love thee with the passion put to use

In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.

I love thee with a love I seemed to lose

With my lost saints, -- I love thee with the breath,

Smiles, tears, of all my life! -- and, if God Choose,

I shall but love thee better after death.

Ignorance: Enough Is Enough

The last few weeks have ... well, how shall I put it? ... sucked.

Anyone who knows me off-line, and maybe some of you who are my friends on Twitter know by the content I retweet that I value children, education, diversity, civil rights and equality.

I have a zero tolerance policy toward any form of bullying or the targeting of any group based on ethnicity, religion, economic status, sexuality, gender or disability.

Further, I do not condone hate speech. Ever.

Particularly when said speech is delivered under the supposed guise of humor. What some seem to not understand, or wish to trivialize, is that these remarks demoralize and dehumanize, wear-away at the human psyche, incite hate, and feed intolerance. It is the kind of speech that perpetuates negative stereotypes.

For any of my non-Latino friends who haven't heard of the disparaging remarks made recently about Mexicans (hi, that would be me) by a respected organization for humor's sake, I invite you to pour yourself a cup of something strong and take a few minutes to watch the BBC's Top Gear Video.

If you've seen it and can't stomach watching it again (once was enough for me), please click through to their lukewarm apology.

My question: What might the media's response been if instead of Mexicans [insert another name] had been the group singled out with racial remarks?

I have a sense of humor. A twisted one, even. But this? This is not funny. It's indecent.

Telling me to go get a sense of humor when I feel personally attacked because of my culture is not the answer.

If you have a few minutes, please visit "All the Latest of the TOP GEAR Controversy" at author and Twitter strategist Julio Varela's blog to read about this important topic.

(Since the posting of this article, yesterday, a response issued by the BBC to the National Hispanic Foundation for the Arts, Being Latino, Inc., The National Council of La Raza and The League of United Latin American Citizens was made public, stating they'd remove the "objectionable" footage from episodes airing in America.)

"The test of courage comes when we are in the minority. The test of tolerance comes when we are in the majority." -- Ralph W. Sockman

BURRO GENIUS by Victor Villaseñor

“Mañana es otro milagro de dios.”

Tomorrow is another miracle of God’s.

Mexican Dicho-Saying

BURRO GENIUS is a memoir about a man who in my estimation is extraordinary.

Set in the1940s, Victor Villaseñor recounts with passion and searing detail his inspiring, sometimes incredulous story of growing up Latino, during one of the darkest periods for minorities in Southern California's history.

As a native Southern-Californian and Mexican-American in her early forties, I'm disturbed that this period in history is one I didn't know, until recently, even existed. (See: Mendez v. Westminster: Desegregating California)

Although Villaseñor learns English quickly and has an aptitude for math, he falls behind his peers in school, flunking the third-grade twice, because hard as he tries, he cannot read. Not for either of the two reasons ascribed to him by his teachers and fellow classmates, because he's a stupid, lazy Mexican, but because he has dyslexia, a developmental reading disorder that goes undiagnosed until he's forty-four-years-old, when his own children experience similar problems at school.

In spite of all the pain, loss and heartache that Villaseñor endures in his childhood, he crafts a memoir that's the literary equivalent of a family's embrace, penning a story threaded with vibrant imagery, magical realism, Mexican folklore and an intriguing (much appreciated) perspective on gender roles within the family.

I don't want to ruin this story by disclosing too much of his journey, but I'll end by saying that twice in his life, mentors played a significant role in inspiring him and encouraging him, in spite of his mysterious disability, to write. He persisted, studied, wrote every chance he had, until after 256 rejections, he accomplished his goal.

BURRO GENIUS is about what it takes to make the seemingly impossible possible. No excuses.

I. LOVED. THIS. BOOK.

Have you read any memoirs or fiction that have rocked you to your core recently? Or learned something about your ancestry's history that changed your world-view?

If so, I'd love hear about it.

***

"And I thanked mi papa who'd always said to me that we, los Indios, the Indians, were like weeds. That roses you had to water and give fertilizer or they'd die. But weeds, indigenous plants, you gave them nada-nothing; hell, you even poisoned them and put concrete over them, and those weeds would still break the concrete, reaching for the sunlight of God." -- Victor Villasenor, BURRO GENIUS 

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To learn more about Victor Villaseñor and the HBO mini-series due to start filming in the Spring of 2011 based on his other work, please visit his Author Site.

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41st Annual Martin Luther King, Jr. Memorial Breakfast, Boston Convention Center

"Darkness cannot drive out darkness; only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate; only love can do that." -- Martin Luther King, Jr.

My morning got off to the most amazing start yesterday. 

This was my first year attending the Annual Martin Luther King, Jr. Memorial Breakfast at the Boston Convention & Exhibition Center. 

By chance I came across an announcement for the event in the Boston Business Journal a few weeks ago during my lunch hour. I'd been so disheartened by some mean-spirited comments I'd come across in the "comments sections" of articles I'd read on-line discussing immigration, and others referencing the recent banning of Ethnic Studies by the state of Arizona, that when I saw Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.'s image emblazoned on the half-page ad, I told myself I had to go.

So I went.

And-I-LOVED-it. 

I didn't know what to expect and was immediately overwhelmed by the number of people I encountered in the lobby. The room of 1,000 attendees was as ethnically diverse as the recipients of the many scholarships awarded that morning.

To my surprise, the State of Massachusett's newly elected Auditor Suzanne Bump sat to my left, and a retired school teacher who'd taught English for thirty-years and had not missed the event since its first year, sat to my right.

And although I came away from the event feeling uplifted, I was still troubled. Why? Because even with all the progress we've made in our country, intolerance and hate-speech really haven't changed.

The questions weighing heavily on me, as asked by key-note speaker Dr. Melissa Harris-Perry, Associate Professor of Politics and African American Studies at Princeton University, when quoting King:

"Where do we go from here?"

... Chaos or Community?

I bet you probably already know which way I'd like to see our beloved country go.

"In the End, we will remember not the words of our enemies, but the silence of our friends." -- Martin Luther King, Jr.

Some pictures from the event: Boston Herald
Clip of Dr. Harris-Perry's address on Boston Channel

Relevant Articles:

Civil Rights Veterans: Today's Hate Rhetoric is Deja-Vu

Mississippi to Teach Civil Rights History In Every Grade

Arizon Bans Ethnic Studies and, Along With It, Reason and Justice

THE ABSOLUTELY TRUE DIARY OF A PART-TIME INDIAN by Sherman Alexie

Sherman Alexie's THE ABSOLUTELY TRUE DIARY OF A PART-TIME INDIAN is a thought-provoking story about a fourteen-year-old boy named Junior, living an impoverished and hopeless existence on a Spokane Indian "rez."

Junior is an endearing and complicated character whose energy and voice hooked me in the first page. In spite of his having overcome several medical conditions, this witty, sarcastic and intelligent young boy has all but given up on aspiring to a better life. He spends his days indoors for fear of being bullied, and on a near daily basis loses a friend or loved one to alcohol abuse.

He offers the reader a glimpse of how he perceives himself when he says:

"It sucks to be poor, and it sucks to feel that you somehow deserve to be poor. You start believing that you're poor because you're stupid and ugly. And then you start believing that you're stupid and ugly because you're Indian. And because you're Indian you start believing you're destined to be poor. It's an ugly circle and there's nothing you can do about it." 

What changes for him?

A teacher who recognizes his artistic talent tells him he's a fighter and encourages him to seek out a better life outside the reservation, advising him, in what I think is one of the most crucial scenes in the book, that the only way he'll find hope is by getting as far away from the reservation as possible:

"When I first started teaching here, that's what we did to the rowdy ones, you know? We beat them. That's how we were taught to teach you. We were supposed to kill the Indian to save the child."

"You killed Indians?"

"No, no. It's just a saying. I didn't literally kill Indians. We were supposed to make you give up being Indian. Your songs and stories and language and dancing. Everything. We weren't trying to kill Indian people. We were trying to kill Indian culture." 

A couple pages later the teacher goes on:

"If you stay on this rez," Mr. P said, "they're going to kill you. I'm going to kill you. We're all going to kill you. You can't fight us forever."

It took a teacher encouraging Junior and planting a seed of hope for him to get the courage to ask his parents' permission to transfer to a wealthy, all-white school outside his reservation. And although just getting to and from the school is a challenge, he adjusts, makes friends, gains confidence, overcomes preconceived ideas and exceeds expectations.

But Junior's success comes at a cost, as nothing prepares him for the feelings of guilt and betrayal that plague him for having left his tribe. Can he still be Indian and be successful? If so, then why is it that the more successful and confident he becomes, the less Indian, more White, he feels?

I loved this book and don't believe it should be banned. Junior's use of profanity is minimal and his thoughts on masturbation are probably authentic to that of any fourteen-year-old boy.

Oh. And before I forget. The illustrations are hysterical, helping to relieve some tension during what might otherwise be a very heavy read.


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-- Sherman Alexie

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Books & Their Opening Lines

I made a commitment to reading as much as my schedule would allow in 2010. I read YA and adult novels exploring such issues as mental illness, racial discrimination, slavery, cultural identity, death, sex abuse, bi-racial dating and violence against women, to name a few.

Although I didn't read the tower of books I'd selected, I couldn't be happier with my choices. I learned that flashbacks and dream sequences don't work for me as a reader (I tend to skim over them), that a young narrator need not sound child-like, that it's possible to read straight-through to the end and still not care about the characters, and that a book will come alive in my hands when an author's voice has touched my heart.

I sat at my desk over the holiday thinking about these books, wondering, what, if anything they all had in common? For those of us learning The Craft we've been taught the importance of orienting the reader to our POV character's world, in the first page.

So I re-read some of these books' first pages, focusing on their opening lines. Before I knew it, I was jotting them down so I could further examine what language these authors used to pull me into their characters' worlds. Was it their use of descriptors, dialogue, action words -- all three? Or maybe it was something as simple as their being able to connect with me through voice?

My favorite from the list I compiled is from the last novel I read in 2010, Sherman Alexie's The Absolutely True Diary of a Part-Time Indian; the moment I read his opening line, I knew I'd connected with his main character; his character's voice and diction grabbed me.

Rather than keep this list to myself, I thought it would make a helpful post.

Have you committed to any reading goals for 2011 you'd like to share? Or maybe you have some favorite book opening lines? If you do, I'd love to hear about them.

Following is my list from 2010:


When he was thirteen, my brother Jem got his arm broken badly at the elbow.
TO KILL A MOCKINGBIRD by Harper Lee

But do you know how to craft fiction?
TRICKS by Ellen Hopkins

His hand came down upon my cheek hard and fast.
GOOD FORTUNE by Noni Carter

"Someone is following me."
SCARS by Cheryl Rainfield

Momma left her red satin shoes in the middle of the road.
SAVING CEECEE HONEYCUTT by Beth Hoffman

I was born with water on the brain.
THE ABSOLUTELY TRUE DIARY OF A PART-TIME INDIAN by Sherman Alexie

My mother once told me that judgement was best left in the hands of God.
THE NOON GOD by Donna Carrick

Jason was going to Brain Camp.
THE TRUTH ABOUT FOREVER by Sarah Dessen

Mae Mobley was born on an early Sunday morning in August, 1960.
THE HELP by Kathryn Stockett

For two weeks, I asked everyone I met if they thought long-distance relationships worked.
THE MOSTS by Melissa Senate

If you are white, are a girl or boy between the ages of nine and twelve, and according to a certain committee of mothers, are good enough to associate with Charleston's other good girls and boys, then Wednesday night is a busy night for you.
GIRLS IN TRUCKS by Katie Crouch

It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune must be in want of a wife.
PRIDE AND PREJUDICE by Jane Austen

The decision to separate seemed to happen overnight.
A YEAR BY THE SEA: THOUGHTS OF AN UNFINISHED WOMAN by Joan Anderson

The villagers of Little Hangleton still called it "the Riddle House," even though it had been many years since the Riddle family had lived there.
HARRY POTTER AND THE GOBLET OF FIRE by J.K. Rowling

The moment Rebecca did learn she had a half sister she never knew existed -- a twenty-six-year-old half sister -- she was twirling (just one twirl, really) in a hand-me-down wedding gown and her beat-up Dansko clogs in her father's hospital room.
THE SECRET OF JOY by Melissa Senate

Everyone knows I'm perfect.
PERFECT CHEMISTRY by Simone Elkeles

The "green movement" is everywhere these days.
TWO SCOOPS IS JUST RIGHT by Alex Carrick

There were only two kinds of people in our town.
BEAUTIFUL CREATURES by Kami Garcia & Margaret Stohl

They said she killed herself.
THE HOLLOW by Jessica Verday

I guess the whole mess started around my birthday.
BORN CONFUSED by Tanuja Desai Hidier

How easy it was to disappear: a thousand trains a day entered or left Chicago.
DEVIL IN THE WHITE CITY: MURDER, MAGIC, AND MADNESS AT THE FAIR THAT CHANGED AMERICA by Erik Larson

The boy with the fair hair lowered himself down the last few feet of rock and began to pick his way toward the lagoon.
LORD OF THE FLIES by William Golding

The hottest day of the summer so far was drawing to a close and a drowsy silence lay over the large, square houses of Privet Drive.
HARRY POTTER AND THE ORDER OF THE PHOENIX by J.K. Rowling

It was morning, and the new sun sparkled gold across the ripples of a gentle sea.
JONATHAN LIVINGSTON SEAGULL by Richard Bach, Russell Munson

The old aunts lounge in the white wicker armchairs, flipping open their fans, snapping them shut.
HOW THE GARCIA GIRLS LOST THEIR ACCENTS by Julia Alvarez

It was a dark and stormy night.
A WRINKLE IN TIME by Madeleine L'Engle

A green and yellow parrot, which hung in a cage outside the door, kept repeating over and over: "Allez-vous-en! Allez-vous-en! Sapristi! That's all right!"
THE AWAKENING by Kate Chopin

Our hero was not one of those Dominican cats everybody's always going on about -- he wasn't no home-run hitter or a fly bachatero not a playboy with a million hots on his jock.
THE BRIEF WONDROUS LIFE OF OSCAR WAO by Junot Diaz

It was nearing midnight and the Prime Minister was sitting alone in his office, reading a long memo that was slipping through his brain without leaving the slightest trace of meaning behind.
HARRY POTTER AND THE HALF-BLOOD PRINCE by J. K. Rowling

According to Holly Maguire's late grandmother, revered on Blue Crab Island, Maine, for her fortune-telling as much as her cooking, the great love of Holly's life would be one of the few people on earth to like sa cordula, an Italian delicacy.
THE LOVE GODDESS' COOKING SCHOOL by Melissa Senate

You are dressed in a long, pale pink gown, not sleek and diva-ish, but princessy, with a puffy skirt of tulle and lace that makes you look like you're floating on air when you appear at the top of the stairs.
ONCE UPON A QUINCEANERA by Julia Alvarez

I been living on this here island my whole life long and aint never been off, which it dont bother me like some cause there plenty to do.
THE CONJURE MAN by Peter Damian Bellis

It was a queer, sultry summer, the summer they electrocuted the Rosenbergs, and I didn't know what I was doing in New York.
THE BELL JAR by Sylvia Plath

"And your daddy isn't going to live with us anymore."
GIFTED HANDS: The Ben Carson Story by Ben Carlson, M.D. with Cecil Murphey

The two men appeared out of nowhere, a few yards apart in the narrow, moonlit lane.
HARRY POTTER AND THE DEATHLY HALLOWS by J.K. Rowling

The trial was irretrievably over; everything that could be said had been said, but he had never doubted that he would lose.
THE GIRL WITH THE DRAGON TATTOO by Stieg Larsson

A book is the only place in which you can examine a fragile thought without breaking it, or explore an explosive idea without fear it will go off in your face.  It is one of the few havens remaining where a man's mind can get both provocation and privacy.  -- Edward P. Morgan

*Spoiler Alert* Favorite Scene | Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows

I finally got out to watch HP7 Part 1, the first half of HARRY POTTER AND THE DEATHLY HALLOWS, and as I expected, it was dark, violent and disturbing.

One of my favorite characters in this series is Dobby, a house-elf who undergoes an outstanding character transformation. If you've read these books and appreciate Rowling's skill at character development, you'll enjoy Dobby's performance in the scene below.

If you've NOT read the series, but plan to, or are only half-way through, whatever you do, please don't watch. Try and resist the temptation; I stumbled on some spoilers that I later regretted, snooping around Rowling's author site.

This scene gives me a radical case of goosebumps.

Review: Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows

Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows by J.K. Rowling
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

I can’t believe it. I’m done. There are no more Harry Potter books to read. No more elves, owls, thestrals. I’ve finished DEATHLY HALLOWS and am happy to report that I have fallen completely in love with the entire series, its characters, creatures and author. Although this last book starts off a bit slow, the tension quickly builds, and turns into a nail-biter. DEATHLY HALLOWS is filled with so many poignant examples of love, courage and friendship, that I will never forget Harry’s losses, as he faces having to make the ultimate sacrifice for the “greater good.”

And to think that I resisted reading these books because of the media blitz. Well I’m glad I kept an open mind, because had I not read them, I would’ve deprived myself of a wonderful reading experience. Rowling is a master plotter and gifted storyteller. I now understand why so many of my friends, who are readers, continue to read this series many times over.

I've included some links to J.K. Rowling's last interview with Oprah Winfrey that I'd never seen. She doesn't completely rule-out revisiting Harry at some later date. :)


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THE LOVE GODDESS' COOKING SCHOOL by MELISSA SENATE

The Love Goddess' Cooking School by Melissa Senate
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

Delicious. Entertaining. Sexy. Fun. Just a few of the words I'd use to describe Melissa Senate's The Love Goddess' Cooking School. This delightful story is brimming with sympathetic characters, complicated relationships and mouth-watering Italian recipes that will make you want to whip out the cooking utensils. Senate adds the perfect amounts of humor, talismans, family-ties, magic and love to deliver a fresh and memorable reading experience. The perfect book for my week-long cold.

To learn more about Melissa Senate and her other books, please visit her website at www.melissasenate.com, or click here to read the first chapter of THE LOVE GODDESS' COOKING SCHOOL. Facebook Twitter

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