Tell, Don’t Show Or Two Books and a Movie (or Two)

January and February are the perfect months to curl up in the corner of your couch, sip a cup of something hot while ensconced in your favourite blanket and read…..or watch a movie. I have been in a bit of a hibernation mode of late, sticking my nose out on occasion but with much reluctance. The perfect antidote for me when faced with the cold is a good book or an undiscovered movie that was under my radar.

Before Christmas, I went to an author “talk” at my local library and went away from it itching to read the book. The talk was by former Kingsville (my hometown) native, Jennifer Klinec. The Book? “A Temporary Bride”—A Memoir of Love and Food in Iran. Jennifer was utterly charming. Seriously. She was afraid to bore us with tales of her travels, cooking adventures, and finding love so she gave us some morsels to chew on, but not too many. I could have listened to her for hours. I summed the book up in a Twitter that said it was “an excellent read, kind of an Eat, Pray, Love without the Pray.”

I loved the book. Jennifer is exceedingly honest, to the point where I wonder why I am not so brave in my writing. But I am not. She is and her story is one that will hit you on many different and diverse levels. Her description of food is so vivid you can almost taste it. Some of it though, if you are like me, you would probably shy away from. She brings to life a country I am almost wholly unfamiliar with—bringing to light their customs, culture, and things that are hard to fathom. The love story is intriguing, not cloying, and the writing is brilliant.

The other book I am going to regale you with is called “The Storied Life of A.J. Fikry” by Gabrielle Zevin. Slightly quirky, it is written in a simple style that has literary relatives, but not ones that make reading it a chore. It has my favourite quote of all time in it, which justifies to me the way I write. The quote has very little to do with the story, but I am going to share it anyway. An author in the book (brother-in-law to the main character) reacts to the somewhat clichéd phrase writers are forever being advised: “Show don’t tell”. I will paraphrase the author’s response as this is a PG column—but you will get his drift. He says: “Show, don’t tell is a complete crock of (dodo)… comes from Syd Field’s screenplay books, but it doesn’t have a thing to do with novel writing. Novels are all tell. The best ones at least. Novels aren’t meant to be imitation screenplays.” I feel vindicated, as I tend to be a “tell-er” and not so much of a “show-er”.

On the surface, the book is about a bookseller who dislikes a lot of genres that books tend to gravitate to. That said, I was completely taken with this book—in all its quirkiness it deals with the normal. I think one of the blurbs on the back of the book says it all: “This novel has humour, romance, a touch of suspense, but most of all love—love of books and bookish people and, really, all of humanity in its imperfect glory.”

Speaking of quirky, I saw The Grand Budapest Hotel—one of the movies in the Oscar line-up. It is a movie that the bookstore owner in “The Storied Life of A. J. Firkry” would not like—as it is rather fantastical. So many twists and turns that this roller coaster ride of a movie keeps you on the edge of your seat—and the number of people you will recognize will astound you. It is not a “feel good” movie, or a “romance” (though it does have a bit of that genre)—it is a tale of weird adventures and strange comings and goings, but in the end quite satisfying.

The movie that was particularly under my radar “The Magic of Belle Isle” was released in 2012. Morgan Freeman plays a paraplegic author who no longer wants to write and takes over a cottage (and the resident pooch) on Belle Isle for the summer in order to shelter himself from the outside world. He finds more than his muse on the island, and to say much more would give away the plot. This is a great unsung movie. It, along with The Budapest Hotel are on Netflix. And I am sure all the aforementioned movies and books can be accessed at the library—so if you over-Christmased like I did, no money necessarily has to be expended in the search for entertainment.

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2015: Year of the Blind Squirrel

This week’s column–had lot of trouble writing it–hope it does not show:

even a cup of coffee is not safe anymore

even a cup of coffee is not safe anymore

Predictions run rampant at this time of year. I have a three tiered definition of the word and it goes something like this: a prediction dressed in optimism is a forecast or projection; clothed in pragmatism it is a prognostication or estimate; and, donning gypsy clothing, it is merely a guess disguised as truth. Or if you prefer a more simple definition, a prediction is when someone somewhere (and it does not really matter who or where) makes a statement of what they think will happen in the future.

I do not necessarily put a lot of store in predictions, but I do find them fascinating, both in their content and the arrogance of the prognosticator. The fascinating part is that sometimes predictions (or a facsimile thereof) come true. Randomly Googling “Predictions for 2015” I found twenty-nine predictions on the Fortune website–many of them economic, scientific, and health related. (If you want to check them out go to predictions). The two that caught my imagination were not earth-shattering (at least in my world) but mildly interesting. The first is that the price of lattes will go up in 2015, and the second is that mom jeans are making a comeback.

I am not really sure why I care that the price of lattes are going up since the last time I had one was Never, but I found the fact that coffee beans are predicted to be extinct in 2080 slightly alarming. This year the price of both coffee beans and milk is projected to rise by 30%, hence the price of the latte is predicted to go up. Not good news for latte drinkers, but not a big loss for me. It is important to note though, that regular coffee drinkers and those who enjoy a glass of milk with their chocolate chip cookie will also be affected. In the interest of all that is caffeinated and dairy related, I hope this prediction is wrong.

I do hope that the other prediction that caught my attention is right though. I herald the return of the “mom jean” which I wore proudly and comfortably for many a year. According to the Fortune predictions, both Goldman Sachs (a global investment banking, securities and investment management firm) and Vogue magazine agree that “the high-waisted, angle length, slightly tapered denim trouser” is making a comeback in 2015. Fortune does not really explain why, but I know why. They are comfortable and relaxed, and though they are not all that figure flattering—many of us do not care all that much. And what has really sold me is the fact that Miley Cyrus and Chloe Sevigny are on board. Admittedly, Miley is not so much a fashion icon as fashion mess, but Chloe was a 1990’s “it” girl, so that is good enough for me. (Had my husband read this and he did not get it—so for clarification I was being a little tongue in cheek here.)

Some of Fortune’s other predictions were noteworthy—like the S & P will close at 2312 at the end of 2015, a 10% boost; the Apple Watch will succeed; and, stool samples are going to go mainstream. It is this last one that I find fascinating, and almost included it as my number three most interesting prediction by Fortune. Evidently “our bacterial ecosystems will unlock the trickiest medical issues from obesity to allergies” in 2015, due to our “data-rich stool(s)”.

I have no personal predictions for 2015. I have hopes. And dreams. And wishes. And perhaps too strong of a reliance on my weekly $4 6/49 ticket. I have read many a book advising people to rely on their sixth sense which includes instincts, intuition, and gut feelings, but I was definitely behind the door when that bonus was given out. On occasion my hunches pan out, but I heed the philosophy of my husband who is often heard saying “even a blind squirrel finds a nut once in a while.”

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love this poem by another LouAnn who spells her name like I spell mine….

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Open Your Eyes

January 17th entry in Melody Beattie’s book “Journey to the Heart”:

scan0001.jpg“Open your eyes, open your senses, open your heart. Walk out your door, look around. You’ll be shown. You’ll be guided. Your heart will lead you to what you need. Listen, look, feel. You are connected to the universe.”

(picture is of my youngest son, Tyler about twenty years ago–I thought his wide-eyed look was perfect for “Open Your Eyes”

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White Vogue

Frost on the windows
Imprinted with icy kisses
Winter in white

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…..and book…..and chocolate

Live & Learn


(and maybe warm socks and vanilla ice cream)

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I believe in miracles…………….

Chalkboard Quotes

We live on a  blue

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Midwinter Charms

My weekly column:

We are in the depths of a winter deep freeze, and I don’t know about you, but I have barely stuck my nose outside for several days. Cabin fever has not yet struck as my confinement is caused only by my reluctance to face the cold, and not an outside force.

I am keeping myself warm by turning up the heat (in a house which is becoming draftier as the days go on); drinking hot tea; and on occasion donning the heating pad. Wearing a heating pad may not be all that trendy right now, but mine is pink and covered in flowers, so it goes nicely with my jeans and turtleneck and very warm slippers I got for Christmas.

I am not complaining, or not complaining all that much, though I do see the benefit of escaping to a warmer clime, something I have never voiced before. Proudly Canadian, I have always thought that vacating our country for the one next door during the cold months is a bit unpatriotic—but I am quickly changing my tune.

Generally I like winter—but not a winter like last year, and not one where I am dreaming of hitting the freezing mark so I can wear just one pair of socks. So, I thought I would find a few voices to help me (and you) through the worst of this season. Perhaps these people romanticize winter, but I need a hit of positivism to get me through the next few weeks. And who knows, by the time you read this, it might be a balmy 0 centigrade or so.

I am supposed to be reading “Journey to the Heart” by Melody Beattie on a daily basis, as her insights are neatly gathered under the headings of January 1, 2, 3, etc. Today would be January 10th but it is under the 13th that I find some words to console me ever so slightly. She tells us to:

“Cherish the winter.
Cherish it quietness,
the time of going within to rest and heal.
Cherish this time of preparation
that must come before new life.
Cherish the hope that lies beneath the snow.”

Beattie believes that we should “honour winter’s lesson” and says that the sun will shine again, the snow will melt, and we will return to “the activity of life.” She thinks that winter is an important season in our lives and that it is a time of “going within” and “rest”.
Lewis Carroll of Alice in Wonderland fame agrees with Beattie’s analysis. Though he came before her, he too thinks that winter is a time of rest, and paints a serene picture in his quote about the season of cold. He said: “I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently? And then it covers them up snug, you know, with a white quilt; and perhaps says “Go to sleep, darlings, till the summer comes again.” Carroll’s observation is lyrical so I will forgive him for treating winter as if it is an old friend.

I am more in the mood for John Steinbeck’s rather practical if less romantic analysis of winter. He asks, somewhat impishly (Steinbeck impish?—pray tell my mind is wavering): “What good is the warmth of summer, without the cold of winter to give it sweetness?” Here, here, I say. We must suffer a bit in order to enjoy (alas, I wish it were not so).

But my favourite quote of all comes from a poet after my own heart. Dame Edith Sitwell sums up winter and all its charms in these words:

“Winter is the time for comfort, for good food and warmth,
for the touch of a friendly hand and for a talk beside the fire:
it is time for home.”

For it is in winter that home is our refuge—our friendly place—the place we do not mind being. So wrap yourselves in scarves, pile on the sweaters and socks, and savour the time that winter gives us to pause—if just for a moment.

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Happy New Year to All my Lovely Readers

I believe in Magic………….


Keep looking for the magic Keep looking for the magic

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Beginnings: 2015

“Beginnings can be delicate or explosive. They can start almost invisibly or arrive with a big bang. Beginnings hold the promise of new lessons to be learned, new territory to be explored, and old lessons to be recalled, practiced, and appreciated.”

These are the wickedly wise words of Melody Beattie from her book, “Daily Meditations on the Path to Freeing Your Soul”. They are strategically placed under the title of ‘Honour the Beginning’ and notated in her January 1st entry.

I cannot agree with her more. Beginnings do not necessarily have to start at the first of a New Year, but they are so metaphorically appropriate that I cannot help but be persuaded to have faith and hope in the New Year.

Last night I went to bed with the pessimistic attitude that this year will be no different; that it will be no better or worse than last year; and that things are not necessarily in my control.

Today though I am determined to take back control, with the understanding that all things are not within my power—that I have to let some things go (as in the immortal words of the movie Frozen hit tune “Let It Go”) and shake “it” off (thank you Taylor Swift)—“it” being my pessimistic forecast for the year.

In seven words, Melody sums up what the New Year holds. She says: “Beginnings hold ambiguity, promise, fear, and hope.” She has conjured up a recipe of ingredients, which if shaken (not stirred) foreshadow the year ahead. I will grasp promise and hold onto hope knowing that there will be trials ahead. Trials I have to face; trials I must wrangle with; and trials that will be won.

I am nothing if not pragmatic. I know that with wins there will be losses. With triumphs there will be failure. With success will come mistakes. But if you adhere to author Neil Gaiman’s philosophy, mistakes are our way of moving forward. His hope for the New Year is summed up in these words:

“I hope that in this year to come, you make mistakes. Because if you are making mistakes, then you are making new things, trying new things, learning, living, pushing yourself, changing yourself, changing your world. You’re doing things you’ve never done before, and more importantly, you’re doing something.”

This New Year, I want to do something, and if in doing so I make mistakes, then I will look at them as the prelude to change. And I will start looking at change as not a bad thing—but something to celebrate; something to adjust to; and in that adjustment become more evolved. Growing is not something we should give up when we have reached our height—we should continue the growth to our very depths.

Staying static is the enemy. Letting it go, and shaking it off are good advice. Even if that advice comes from a runaway movie or pop star.

(Thanks to Cindy Guest Taylor, photosfromtheloonybin, for the Neil Gaiman quote.)

Do you have any advice for the New Year that may sound clichéd but is very sensible in its roots?

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