the attack on reading

Now that I’m back, I’d wanted to post something yesterday about banned books. Last week was Banned Books Week. Though none of my published books have been banned to my knowledge, I’m sure at least some of them would go on a list of challenged books if any of the groups determined to police and suppress books were aware of them. That’s because all of them, whether written as Timothy James Beck or Cochrane/Lambert novels with my writing partners, or my own two contemporary romances, present a diverse set of characters, among them gay, lesbian, and transgendered folk, as well as characters of different races as part of the stories.

I follow an account on Instagram created by a musician who features banned and challenged children’s books. He might show some of their pages (if picture books), read brief excerpts, and describe what the books are about. Consistently, teachers respond to share how some of those books have been the ones their students most enjoyed because they learned new things or saw themselves or their situations represented. Other commenters ask why these interesting, funny, informative, or historically accurate stories are being challenged, and the answer is invariably the same: They feature characters who are different from what’s regarded as “mainstream,” whether because they are Black, Indigenous, reflect a non-white or first generation home or situation (for example, parents or grandparents are Asian or Hispanic), or whose lives are perceived as somehow “less than,” perhaps because of a one-parent home, or two of the parents are same sex (which means not only, for example, a gay couple, but even a dad and a stepdad, or mom and a step-mom). They may also feature stories set in periods of history or accurately including events that make people uncomfortable (e.g., school desegregation, World War II internment camps for Japanese Americans).

Groups of people who intend to limit what other people can read have placed themselves on school boards and in community groups, and are determined to get these books off the shelves of schools and public libraries. I agree with those who say, “You have every right to decide what YOUR CHILD can read, but absolutely NO RIGHT to decide that for the rest of us, whether as readers or parents and grandparents of readers. These groups’ methods are fear-mongering and perpetuating outright falsehoods on social media and in town hall meetings about children being forced to read age-inappropriate books. Of course, they don’t simply target children’s books, they also go after young adult books and books read by adults from college level and well beyond.

The books on my shelves and in my eBook shelves are full of titles I’ve read throughout my life deemed inappropriate and even dangerous. I’m grateful every day for the teachers who introduced me to books, librarians who found books for me, booksellers who recommended books, a kind minister who encouraged me to read by buying me children’s classics, and for my parents whose shelves were full of all kinds of books and who, rather than censoring my reading, turned my choices into opportunities for us to talk about books.

Historically… well…

Runner up

I had a post planned for today, and when I ran errands, I was even in a location where I could have gotten what I needed to complete the post. AND I FORGOT. It’s because I was happy about something I unexpectedly found there and let myself get distracted.

However, I picked up some fabric, too, because even though the writing will now move forward on the Neverending Saga, I always want a “thinking” activity between bouts of writing. Sometimes it’s coloring or painting, sometimes it’s writing other things (songs or poetry), and sometimes, like with the quilt mending I completed earlier this month, it can be sewing.


I already had some prints I wanted to use to make shirts and other apparel for Mattel Ken etc. dolls that I thought could work for the decade I’ve been writing.

Since not all my characters are groovy or trendy, I also picked up some solid cottons today for other shirts. These will all need to be washed and ironed before I can use them.

I cut out the first shirt, determined to follow the instructions, because back when I was sewing a lot, shirts were often a challenge (shown here: the fabric I chose, shirt front panels and collar, shirt back with yoke, and sleeves with cuffs).


Isn’t it ironic? Ken looks like the iron is holding him up (in a criminal way). But really, the wee ironing board I borrowed from Tim is doing that (in a helping him stand way). The shirt back is done, the collar’s attached, and now I need to sew in the sleeves and add their cuffs, finish the front, hem everything, and sew on snaps and (decorative) buttons. Tomorrow’s soon enough for all that.


This doll really does represent one of the characters in the saga. Not one of my favorites, but an important part of the story nonetheless. Playing with dolls: fueling my imagination since I was nine years old.

ETA: Here’s the finished shirt.

Button Sunday


I’ve been thinking a lot about bridges lately because of something I wrote. Many titles containing bridges drifted through my musings…

Songs instantly familiar to me included “Bridge Over Troubled Water” and “59th Street Bridge Song,” both by Simon and Garfunkel, “Love Can Build A Bridge,” The Judds, “Under The Bridge,” Red Hot Chili Peppers, “The Bridge,” Elton John, and “Seven Bridges Road,” The Eagles. I did a Google search, and found so many more! (And lots of songs that feature bridges, too, like “Ode to Billie Joe”.)

A few movie/book titles that I’ve seen or read also came to mind: The Bridge On the River Kwai, The Bridges of Madison County, Bridge to Terebithia, Waterloo Bridge, A Bridge Too Far.

Bridges can be treacherous, beautiful, meaningful, sad, hopeful. I guess it’s all in one’s perspective, so I found a few buttons online with varying takes on bridges. I eliminated any buttons about the game of Bridge, about which I have no concept because I’ve never played or watched anyone else play.

Now that I’ve brought up the subject, it’s a safe bet you’ll start seeing bridges or hearing about them, too. The bridges were always in front of you or inside your brain, of course. This post is just helping you remember or notice. Maybe bridges are like cows, and we see one every day…

(pre)occupied


I got four of these coloring books, one each for the 60s, 70s, 80s, and 90s. I decided to start by choosing something from the 60s. I like the books with one caveat. The paper is thin, which means the descriptive text on the backs of a coloring page (which usually relates to the next coloring page in the book) bleeds through. Drawings bleed through to the descriptions, too.

You can see what I mean in this description of the page I’m sharing today.

Still, she’s lovely, even with reversed words showing across her throat, and I hope I did her justice. The colors are a little more vivid than they appear in this artifical light.

My mother loved this song, and I don’t have access to my 45s at the moment, but I feel like I still have our copy from when it was released. I swear there’s a girl in this user-created video who’s a character in the Neverending Saga. Though none of the books are set in San Francisco, the city is mentioned often and it casts a long shadow over some of the characters’ lives.


ETA: Today is my father’s birthdate, and I miss him so much. He’d be 109 if he were alive, and he’d probably tell me to get the heck out of Texas. Not sure Alabama would be any friendlier to an old hippie wannabe like me. These are not my times…not because I’m living in the past. But I’m out of sync with so much of the culture and the politics.

Two friends for “Rome”

“Rome,” so named because Debby’s granddaughter Rome once painted a zebra for her.

Mid-July, I posted a coloring page I did using an iron-on transfer of a zebra I’d saved from the early 1990s. I wasn’t sure if I’d ever used it, but then later, I found a photo of the shirt I’d painted with the zebra and two other carousel animals for Lynne. I showed it to her in comments to that post, and though she didn’t remember it, and I’d forgotten doing it, it does provide proof that the transfers were used, and I likely saved them with thoughts of doing something with them later. When I found them again, coloring seemed like the natural solution.


Here’s the shirt I painted for Lynne. Judging by the dates on the album it was in, it was probably a birthday gift.

Last week when I was doing a lot of coloring during some lengthy phone conversations, I took out the other two carousel animals and colored them. I needed the focus and calm that coloring provides. My book of coloring pages now has Rome’s two friends.


“Pat Dye,” carousel tiger. Pat Dye served with my father in the military and was later a football coach at Auburn University, home of the Auburn Tigers and alma mater of at least five family members. (And biggest football rival of my alma mater, the University of Alabama, where Dye was an assistant coach under the legendary head coach Paul “Bear” Bryant for nine seasons.)


“Duchess,” carousel horse. She got her name from a Palamino horse belonging to one of the characters in the Neverending Saga.

ETA: I texted with my former sister-in-law Terri earlier today to wish her a happy birthday. She’s one of the most dedicated Auburn football fans I know, so in honor of the occasion, “War Eagle!” to Terri.

“War Eagle” is not an Auburn mascot, though the school does have an eagle that flies over the games. “War Eagle” is described as Auburn’s battle cry. “The phrase has a long history and deep significance among the Auburn Family … who use it to greet and identify with each other all over the world,” according to Auburn’s website.

happiness with a conclusion

I was able to see the last season of “Suits” on Peacock (it’s very helpful to have a husband who, unlike me, is an avid television viewer and subscribes to a handful of streaming services), and I’ll miss those characters who’ve kept company with me. It was a fast-paced show with a lot of clever banter.

Since I was finished with “Suits,” I went back to complete the third and final season of “Dickinson.”

Poetry is such a love of mine, and Emily Dickinson ranks high among my favorite poets. This show was unlike anything I expected it to be, the 1860s setting juxtaposed with contemporary themes and cultural references. Emily Dickinson’s poetry is woven into storylines that are by turns fun, sad, silly, nightmarish, and often replete with wisdom. I imagine any writer, whether a poet or not, would enjoy this retelling of her story.

I was always delighted when the character Death, played by Wiz Khalifa, showed up, and this season didn’t disappoint. I grabbed some shots of Death and Emily (played by Hailee Steinfeld) in her garden.

There’s a moment during the last episode, when Emily, who’s grappled with what it means to be a writer throughout the three seasons, is alone in her room. She speaks aloud.

You know what. Even if I can’t change the world, I’m still gonna write. And even if no one ever cares, even if it makes absolutely no difference that there was a person named Emily Dickinson, who sat in this little room day after day and wrote things down just because she felt them.

It’s a beautiful place for a creative person to find herself.

All photos © APPLE TV+

ETA: Almost forgot, happy full moon, blue moon, and super moon all in one!

Saturday stuff


Today I spent time outside with the dogs and got rid of a couple of dead plants. We got them through winter, but the drought finally took them. 🙁


While I was watching the next-to-last season of “Suits,” I started working on patching the dog quilt that’s so tattered. (Happy International Dog Day!) There’s a white rectangle, stained with rust stains probably from what it was stored with when we flooded, I don’t know, as well as having worn and torn spots. I’m going to cover that entire white rectangle with plaids and prints. I estimate it will take around 36 new squares to cover it. I got the four corners done today (three squares each), so that leaves 24 more to sew on.


Here’s a green plaid square that I sewed on today. Jim said he remembers when this fabric used to be a pair of my PJ pants. I keep fabric like this to use for doll clothes, but it’s coming in handy for this quilt restoration.

After the white rectangle is covered, I’ll begin repairing the squares on the rest of the quilt that are no longer stitched down, or are frayed and may need replacing.

The final season, of “Suits” is not on Netflix. Fortunately, it’s on another streaming service that Tom subscribes to, so I should be able to finish it. No big deal.

When I ran out of episodes and took breaks from quilt repair, I continued to re-read the sixth book in the Neverending Saga. And I realized I missed a huge opportunity to write a good chapter. So… guess I’ll be editing it more than I expected. Which is cool. Mercury retrograde is a great time to finish it and not a great time to start writing the seventh.

Mood: Monday

This work is in the public domain.

Wheatfield with Crows, © Van Gogh Museum, Amsterdam
oil on canvas, 1890
Vincent Van Gogh, Netherlands

From the museum’s website:
Wheatfield with Crows is one of Van Gogh’s most famous paintings. It is often claimed that this was his very last work. The menacing sky, the crows and the dead-end path are said to refer to the end of his life approaching. But that is just a persistent myth. In fact, he made several other works after this one.

Van Gogh did want his wheatfields under stormy skies to express ‘sadness, extreme loneliness’, but at the same time he wanted to show what he considered ‘healthy and fortifying about the countryside’.

Van Gogh used powerful colour combinations in this painting: the blue sky contrasts with the yellow-orange wheat, while the red of the path is intensified by the green bands of grass.

I picked this today because of something I’m planning to write. I imagined a scene over a year ago with no thought of this painting. But once the painting came up in today’s searches, I can see it’s the perfect inspiration.

Fire and rain

I’m determined not to obsessively check weather updates over the next few days, but it’s hard. Hurricane Hilary seems pretty nasty and could bring flooding along the south Pacific coast and also to several western states that normally don’t deal with this kind of weather event. It could also exacerbate the excessive heat the southwest and midwest are experiencing, AND ultimately contribute to the wildfire issues the northwest coast is grappling with. We’ve just seen how hurricane-spawned winds can impact an area as it did with Hawaii.

Since I’m still not ready to jump into writing the seventh book of the Neverending Saga, I’m continuing my binge watching of “Suits.” I spent a goodly portion of my adult life working with and for attorneys in many settings: family and probate, corporate, environmental, commercial real estate, and financial. Still, I can’t say how accurate “Suits” is in matters of law–I’m watching for the characters, narrative arcs, and witty banter. It’s been a good diversion throughout August.

Watching television always comes with a sense of guilt for me. I have no idea why. Maybe it’s because many years of my adult life were spent without even owning a TV. I was never one of those people who turns on a TV as soon as I got home or woke up or settled down for the night. I watched sitcoms in the Nineties so I could join in “water cooler” conversations at work. I’ve rarely been able to adhere to a weekly schedule to watch shows, so streaming services are ideal for me. There are some shows Tom and I have watched together in the evenings. “Downton Abbey,” “Yellowstone,” “The Crown,” and “Bridgerton” come to mind in most recent years, and also a few comedy series, but even with all those, I tend to watch them either when the entire series has completed or at least when a season is complete. In years past, I did that with “Absolutely Fabulous,” “Sex and the City,” and “West Wing.”

Maybe to offset guilt, when I’m watching shows solo, I often multitask by doing something creative at the same time. This morning, I washed a quilt we throw over the sofa in the office and call “the dog quilt,” since it’s mostly to protect the sofa from the dogs. It has lots of worn places and dog-gnawed places, so I’ve brought out the plaid and patterned cotton fabric to begin cutting squares to start patching those spots today while I watch “Suits.”

The mending doesn’t have to be pretty–the dogs won’t care. This will give the quilt a few more years of use, which is better than letting it end up in a landfill.

In the season of “Suits” I’m watching now, a new character showed up and I kept wondering why I immediately liked him and felt like I knew him. Finally I looked him up and realized the actor, Dulé Hill, played Charlie Young on “West Wing” and was one of my favorite characters.

Another character showed up played by an actor who isn’t familiar to me, Scott Lawrence. I looked him up, and he’s been in lots of movies and TV shows, some of which I’m familiar with but never watched.

In researching him, I discovered that a LOT of people think this actor could portray Barack Obama. I see the similarities, but to me, he looks more like one of my Action Figure Obamas–this one:

That’s the 2007 candidate Obama manufactured by Jailbreak Toys®. I prefer the 2018 Factry© President Obama (also manufactured and distributed by Jailbreak Toys®). His hair, like many presidents, shows how the responsibilities and gravity of the office aged him.

Enough playing around. Tom just brought me the clean, dry, folded quilt. Time to start cutting fabric then sewing to the accompaniment of characters who can give me a refreshing break from the ones who live in my head without paying me a dime, despite the wealth several of them enjoy.