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Book Review: “Homeless Bird” (Get Lost in a Book) 📖 🇮🇳

If you’re anything like me, and need a break for a few hours from the pandemic, the news and hearing about the latest incident of human stupidity and evil, I recommend reading Homeless Bird, by Gloria Whelan. My brief, Goodreads review is down below.

This is another treasure of a book I found tucked away on a dusty, back corner clearance shelf at a bookstore. It’s a difficult book to read emotionally, as I noted in my review, as it touches on heavy themes at a young reader level. It’s really alarming to see women being treated as “things”, even in such a modern setting as the book takes place in. The writing made me reflect on religion and society makeup. I always try to be sensitive when I come across differences in theology or culture, but why can’t we get it right (regardless of our beliefs) that we’re all human with wishes, wants and feelings of our own? Is it such a hard thing to see humanity and worth in an “other”?

Enjoy the book; 10/10.

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Flash Fiction: Women Warriors

You know the drill–99 words, no more, no less. Carrot Ranch is the spot. This week’s theme is “Women Warriors.” Saddle up!

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Writing Tips & Self-Care: Finding Time & Avenues to Write (Hold On)

I hate the phrase “make time”; there really is no such thing. I will take “finding time” and “carving out time”, but never “make time.” Spare me these so called inspirational, guilt-inducing quotes of cotton candy nonsense. I can’t help but sigh and roll my eyes at these stupid, pushy sayings. I really hate what they imply: “You’re failing.”

These phrases often appear aimed at women. I see them on home decor, workout shirts and hear them pronounced in churches. Women are underpaid, overworked and already wearied by the many demands of a fickle, patriarchal society. We are poked at daily for never being “good enough”, aka a man. The world needs to back off and leave us be.

Women will never be men and maybe–just maybe–we were never intended to be. Our needs and bodies are different; our dreams, goals and ideas, too. Lipstick is our warpaint and pantyhose our nearest weapon of strangulation. Just try putting us into a box again. We can make that into a coffin for you, complete with curtains and a pearl necklace.

My, this blog entry took a turn. Let’s return to the main trail, shall we? Just step over the corpse twitching there…

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