I just finished reading “The Wife, The Maid and the Mistress” by Arial Lawhon. This is a really good book. I finished it in just a couple of days. I took it everywhere with me, not relying on my kindle books to see my through and leaving it at home, like I do most books.
The book jumps into the true story of Judge Crater, who was seen getting into a cab in August, 1930 and was never seen again. Lawhon’s version is fictionalized – a version that could have happened, not necessarily what did happen. She winds her way between the goings on in 1930 – 31 New York and 1969 New York in such a way that you feel like it is all happening now.
I both couldn’t wait to see how Lawhon tied it all together and wanted to slow down to savor every word, paragraph and page.
If you read just one book in the next month, make it this one. You won’t regret it.
So, I’m reading the Hunger Games trilogy because my grandson, Danny, is reading the books and I want something to discuss with him. But, while the books are well written and interesting, I have to say that I hate them. I hate the idea that a world like that could exist. I want the happy ending, not the rule by force that comes in the Hunger Games. (For the record, I’m only at the beginning of book two.)
Anyway, it led me to thinking that our country is headed for something like this, but the control won’t come and isn’t coming from the government – it’s coming from the business owners. Not the mom and pop down the street, I’m referring to the Koch brothers and others like them. It’s funny how people blame the government for everything that is wrong in their lives and don’t realize that much of the sorrow of the country comes from the so-called job creators.
And, because I have ADHD and can’t stay on topic for long, that led me to thinking about immigration. Our country was built by immigrants. We have a long line of people who came from far off lands dreaming of the beacon of light that is the United States of America. From the Brits (from whom I am descended) to the Krauts (also in my bloodline) to the Jews (Ditto) and to the Micks (yes, them too – I’m just a genetic mutt), we have had boatloads of people who want to fulfill the American dream arrive on our shores.
Now, these people are coming from the south of us and we have the nerve to be angry? We have a problem with someone who doesn’t look like us wanting to be one of us? How can that be?
These people are fleeing poverty. They want their children to live better lives. They want their families to be safe. Isn’t that what we all want? How can we deny them that?
They come here through awful conditions and they take the jobs none of us want anyway and they make their lives (and ours) better. They pick our fruit, mow our lawns and work hard. They even – yes, they do – pay taxes. And, their children become (for the most part) upstanding members of our society. And, the melting pot becomes a little larger with another culture, language and customs. How is that not a good thing?
If we don’t want Mexicans, Columbians, etc. from crossing our borders, then we need to act in ways with the world that will help their countries become better places. No one wants to live in a world where the choices for the daughters are whore or die and the choices for their sons is drug dealer or die. While we have fought a multibillion dollar war against drugs, the children of our southern neighbors have suffered. But, that’s an issue for another article.
In the meantime, let’s show a little love. Let’s stop being the ignorant assholes the rest of the world thinks we are. Let’s start being the Americans who live in the beacon of light of freedom and stop whining like babies.
If you live in AZ – or, I guess any state where Susan Latimer operates – do yourself a favor and don’t do business with her.
According to the article on Think Progress, Latimer worked for weeks with a lesbian couple, before realizing that they were gay and then refusing the business – citing religious reasons. I have two issues with this:
1) You didn’t notice the people each had feminine names when you started? You cancel after wasting weeks of their time? You’re running a for-profit business, but you’re claiming religion?
2) Do you think Jesus would approve of your behavior?
I think Latimer should have asked right at the get go if this was a gay wedding and then she could’ve refused it. I wouldn’t want a homophobe to perform my wedding. To me, not asking, sounds very unprofessional. There’s an out in the non-discrimination law that would have protected you.
I don’t think Jesus Christ would want a minister to turn down the opportunity to bless the joining of two people in love. Call me crazy, but He didn’t mention anything about gay people. He did mention marriage, the part where you’re not supposed to get a divorce. I wonder if Latimer refuses second marriages for divorce people? That would be following a “religion”.
She’s probably just making it up as she goes along, as most bigots do.
I want to make one last statement: I’m not saying that Latimer can’t run her business as she sees fit – go ahead and discriminate. I just believe that if you’re going to do business with someone, you should know what kinds of morals and values they hold. It is a consumer world and each of us should spend our money with companies and businesses that uphold our own values and ethics.
If Latimer isn’t going to perform same sex marriages, I wouldn’t give her my money. I’m making the suggestion that you don’t either.
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Pay attention to the fact that your state can refuse to expand medicaid, like Scott Walker recently did. By turning away the Federal money – poor people will be left without health insurance. One more item, small businesses won’t be hurt by Obama care – that’s one of those Conservative falsities (Conservatives love to lie). You need to have more than 50 employees to be affected.
It has been very busy these last few weeks. I have been spending every weekend doing something with my grandsons. I haven’t had a minute to myself. But, I have managed to slip in a little reading time. I’ve finished six different paperbacks, since I reviewed Five Days Left. This leaves me with 87 more books to go and 270 days to read them in. I’m still at 3 days per book, so I think I’m still on track.
I don’t know if you know this about me, but one of my favorite phrases is: “First in a New Series”. I love reading the very first book in a series – to see how it starts. The six books I recently finished were all First in a New Series books. The first five were cozy mysteries. The sixth book, well, I’m not sure just how to describe it.
The six books I’ve read are:
The Whole Cat and Caboodle by Sofie Ryan
Sofie Ryan and Sofie Kelly are the same person. I love Sofie’s Magical Cats series, so I was looking forward to reading her new Second Chance Cat Mystery. In The Whole Cat and Caboodle, we meet Sarah Grayson – a vintage shop owner who is owned by a cat named Elvis. There’s a murder and Sarah solves it with help from a grey hair bragade. The fun in this book is the history between Sarah and the “little old ladies” who insist on her solving the murder and helping her do it. Add in a naked older gentleman who is a whiz at computers and you have a wonderful start to a new series. (Just as long as she keeps writing the Magical Cat Series).
The Long Quiche Goodbye by Avery Aames
Mind Over Murder by Allison Kingsley
Murder Buys a T-Shirt by Christy Fifield
Well Read, Then Dead by Terrie Farley Moran
The Paper Magician by Charlie N. Holdmberg
I’ll be putting up reviews on all of them very soon. I seem to be on a reading roll and don’t want to lose my momentum!
Thanks to the First to Read program, I was lucky enough to receive a digital copy of “The Golem of Hollywood”.
I’ve been a Jonathon Kellerman fan for years. I have not read Jesse Kellerman before, but thanks to the father-son collaboration on “The Golem of Hollywood”, I will definitely be reading him now.
The book starts with a slow and methotical chase of a pretator and his victim, until the victim is protected and the pretator goes down. Halfway around the world, we meet Jacbo Lev – a burned out homocide Detective, assigned to Traffic and moved into Special Projects. Add the spice of the story of Cain and Abel and you have the making of a tale like no other.
I was out of town on vacation when I saw that Joan Rivers was in a coma. I said a prayer for her and hoped that all would be okay. Unfortunately, it wasn’t. I received a text letting me know – since I was essentially off the grid for a week – that the Wisconsin ban on gay marriage was ruled unconstitutional and Joan Rivers had passed away. Joy and sorrow mixed.
I can hear her voice in my head. I watched her on Johnny Carson – stayed up past my bedtime to watch her own show, saw her stand up routines, cried when her husband, Edgar, killed himself.
Her daughter, Melissa, isn’t much younger than I am. I’m sorry for her loss. I know what she’s feeling, having lost Mom just last year. It sucks.
But, I smile, too. I smile at the thought of what Joan Rivers meant to me. How she would practically scream, “Can we talk?” Her “Oh, oh, oh!” Amazing!
In high school, I was given an assignment where I had to pick a living woman whom I admired and write a paper about them. A mini biography, if you will. I had wanted to write about Kate Hepburn, but someone had chosen her first, so I picked Joan Rivers. I was told by my writing teacher that Joan Rivers was too vulgar and she wouldn’t accept a paper written about her. I ended up writing about Lillian Gish. But, I wished I had brought out my inner Joan and written about Mrs. Rivers. What a paper that would have been.
Joan Rivers offered what Minnie Pearl and Phyillis Diller didn’t – she was relateable. I understood her. I got her and she got me. To me, she was amazing. Growing up different and weird was just made easier by women like Joan Rivers, Bette Midler and Lily Tomlin.
But, Joan, more than any of them, stood out to me. She spoke to me.
So, while I am saddened at her passing and wishing I had seen her live, I’m smiling as I remember the laughs she gave so freely and the confidence she showed me.
Thanks, Joan! May God hold you in the palm of His hand.