Read: The Cost of All Things by Maggie Lehrman


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Book Review: The Cost of All Things by Maggie Lehrman

Rating: 3.5/5

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Genre: Fiction, Young Adult, Magical Realism

“To fear change is the most hopeless fear one can harbor”

The story begins from the perspective of a young, heartbroken ballerina named Ari. She makes the quick decision to visit a hekamist, or rather, a witch, to purchase a spell that will erase any memory of her late boyfriend only a day after his death. The spell doesn’t come free, setting her back five thousand dollars, as well as her ability to dance forever.

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A Comprehensive Guide to Finding the Right Childcare

Step 1: Don’t listen to me.

We all feel like awful parents sometimes. As a matter in fact, a distinctive quality of a good parent is the inevitable assumption that we’re actually doing a shitty job from time to time. It sure isn’t easy raising a human, and it’s especially difficult having a career simultaneously. Many working parents have to entrust a downright stranger, at least initially, to care for their child while they work all day. Unfortunately, we haven’t had the most pleasant experience when it comes to finding childcare that we trust and feel completely comfortable with, while still offering our now 4-year-old son, Shore, an environment that encourages his growth…

Here goes.

It was Monday, February 6, 2017. Thus began one of the more stressful weeks I’ve had the displeasure of clawing my way through in quite some time. One thing led to another, and it gradually became worse and worse. Our rent was late (not for lack of funds, but bad timing and sheer laziness), I was distracted due to lacking connection and time spent with my husband, we joined our bank accounts -imagine the cause and effect for the changer (..me)- and on top of that, we had to find a new daycare for Shore.

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I Can’t Keep Quiet Anymore

“To announce that there must be no criticism of the president, or that we are to stand by the president, right or wrong, is not only unpatriotic and servile, but is morally treasonable to the American public.” – Pres. Theodore Roosevelt

My ill-informed political and social opinions have developed drastically over the last ten years. Not into the right ones, depending who’s reading this, but they’ve developed nonetheless. I remember beginning my life as a working class American; a spunky young girl who cashed her paycheck, filled her gas tank, and then wondered where to get her next dime bag of weed. Laughably, that girl thought homosexuality was a choice that people made and the government was just out to get her by sticking their grimy paws all over her hard-earned cash, to distribute it among lazy son’s of a gun who didn’t want to work as hard as she did.

I look at me now, a white-collar wife with children, who gets shamelessly excited about an evening alone and a decent health insurance policy. I make a lot more money these days, and so it goes, I pay much higher taxes (without as much as a dirty look thrown Uncle Sam’s way). I support the LGBTQ community and their rights, immigration, men’s feelings, and most controversially, eating carbs after 7.

2016 is the first election I’ve voted in, and I’m not even going to pretend like I have an exceptional political track record. Nevertheless, my views and opinions are wholly mine, having developed gradually and based largely on first-hand experiences as well as sourced articles and readings in general. Whatever the case, my lack of interest in politics up to current events doesn’t cheapen my opposition to the unreasonableness that our President has displayed since his inauguration, because know this: I’ve earned my voice. We all have. We, the working people. The you’s and me’s of society. The ones that turn the wheels for he who enjoys the ride.

Like so many others, I’m stirring with confusion and upset for the American people who have been directly, and indirectly, affected by our new administration’s chauvinistic and offensive orders or intentions. For a nation that boasts freedom and bravery, I see a leader who is lacking the willingness to embrace either of America’s most important values.

I simply can’t keep quiet anymore. I’ve found my voice, and I refuse not to use it. I urge you to figure out what is happening; who this man is, in a position of such authority, even if just perceived. This man is your global spokesperson. What does the world hear?

I do not stand with the Trump Administration.

Read: Good to a Fault by Marina Endicott

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Rating: 4/5

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Genre: Fiction

Clara “Clary” Purdy is a middle-aged woman living alone in a suburban neighborhood in Canada. She leads a seemingly normal, honest life working as an insurance claims adjuster. One day, during her break hour from work, her life is changed when she causes a car accident, sending a woman to the hospital. It isn’t long before she realizes that the woman, Lorraine, and the rest of the Gage family were living out of the Dodge Dart that she crashed into.

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I Choose Me: An Excerpt

The new year isn’t my blank slate, and Monday doesn’t define my new week; my soul is refreshed every day that ends with “y.” New beginnings aren’t assumed by a new name, a new baby, or a new relationship. My name joins me. My child joins me. My relationship joins me.

I choose where to begin, and I choose when to end. I decide who, what, where, why, how. I don’t live by your rules, his rules, or her rules. I don’t have limitations except those I set for myself, and I decide how to overcome, and then I become limitless. This is my journey, my class, my lecture, my space, my mind, my world.

I don’t follow the gilded path; I erect my own trail, and follow it until I discover soil with the tilth suitable for sowing my ambitions. I grow my own, because yours aren’t good enough for me. Grow your own, because mine aren’t good enough for you.

You might question me. Why do I climb the mountain when I could walk around it? You might be searching for the meadow behind, and I’m searching for the peak above. Why do I wash my hair in the rain when I could take a shower? You may crave the steady flow, but I covet the fickle drops. But I ask, why do you question me at all?

I choose to be a mother, a wife, a sister, a daughter. I choose to label myself, and I choose to define them in my own way. Above all else, I choose me. Every day, I pick me. I challenge myself to become better for me, and this makes me better for them. Don’t ask me who they are.

It’s never too soon to be who you are.

It’s never too late to be who you are.