THE PINK PORCH LIFE CONTINUES … from Tallahassee
AUGUST 2017 – CONTENTS:
- 4 ALARMING AUGUST BOOKS
- HOW DID I GET HERE by Dr. Valerie Allen
- FIFTY TWO YEARS by Rosanne Morse, MS/MFT
- COOL PLACE
- COOL FOOD
BOOKS: 4 ALARMING AUGUST BOOKS:
As the twentieth century draws to a close, Maria is at the start of a life she never thought possible. She is planning her wedding. They are the perfect couple, “King and Queen of the Racially Nebulous Prom.” Their skin is the same shade of beige. He is riding the wave of the first dot-com boom and she is plugging away at her dissertation on the Jonestown massacre. They’ve even landed a starring role in a documentary about “new people” like them, who are blurring the old boundaries as a brave new era dawns. Everything Maria knows she should want lies before her—yet. As fantasy escalates to fixation, it dredges up secrets from the past and threatens to unravel not only their perfect new life but her very persona. Heartbreaking and darkly comic, New People is a bold and unfettered page-turner that challenges our every assumption about how we define one another, and ourselves.
You will be scared. But you won’t know why… I’m thinking of ending things. Once this thought arrives, it stays. It sticks. It lingers. It’s always there. Always. Jake once said, “Sometimes a thought is closer to truth, to reality, than an action. You can say anything, you can do anything, but you can’t fake a thought.” And here’s what I’m thinking: I don’t want to be here.
On a foggy summer night, eleven people–ten privileged, one down-on-his-luck painter–depart Martha’s Vineyard headed for New York. Sixteen minutes later, the unthinkable happens: the passengers disappear into the ocean. The only survivors are Scott Burroughs–the painter–and a four-year-old boy, who is now the last remaining member of a wealthy and powerful media mogul’s family. Weaving between the aftermath of the tragedy and the backstories of the passengers and crew members the mystery surrounding the crash heightens. As the passengers’ intrigues unravel, odd coincidences point to a conspiracy. Events soon threaten to spiral out of control in an escalating storm of media outrage and accusations–all while the reader draws closer and closer to uncovering the truth.
An ingenious tale of a 19th century triple murder in the Scottish Highlands. Short listed for the Man Booker Prize, the novel masquerades as a tale of true crime made up of historical documents supposedly unearthed by the writer. Each sheds a wee bit of light on why.
ARTICLE: Do you ever find yourself asking how you got to where you are in your life? Your Inner Story by Dr. Valerie Allen ……….
We filter our experiences through our perceptions. Despite how we behave or how others respond to us, we hold a firm worldview and mold events to fit within it. We often misconstrue reality to fit our perceptions. We find some kernel of truth and tenaciously hold on to it to support our beliefs, feelings, and behaviors. We tend to associate with others who validate our feelings, confirm our beliefs, and sanction our actions.
We create an inner dialogue based on our concept of reality and our personal perception of events. We tell ourselves how we feel–proud, confident, weak, or shy. We set up expectations for ourselves in given situations and often verbalize them. Our words and behaviors tell others how to treat us and what to expect from us.
At times, we advertise our perceived shortcomings. We tell the host we would love to help out, but we’re so clumsy, we’ll probably drop something. During a job interview, we say we’re slow to catch on, but we’ll try hard. Self-assured individuals do not point out their weaknesses. They focus on their strengths. Confident individuals don’t try to do something, they do it. Socially secure people don’t say they’ll think about things, they make a commitment and follow up with action.
We teach others how to treat us. Let me use the lesson of the Crying Baby. Even infants learn to control their environment and the people within it to meet their needs. Every mother comes to understand her baby’s cry for food, which is different from his cry for attention, or his cry due a bellyache. Those of us blessed with a newborn who cried long into the night can attest to the fact that the volume, tone, and length of our child’s cry sent a different message.
As the infant cried, you soothed, fed, burped, changed, and rocked, but the wailing continued. You dressed and undressed. You warmed the milk or cooled the juice. You cradled the babe as you stood in the garage or on the porch. You took the child to sleep in another room to avoid disturbing family members. You walked through darkened rooms and down long hallways. You entertained with toys, you sang, you read. You pushed the stroller on darkened streets. You took long drives to nowhere. The infant cried until dawn, then exhausted, peacefully drifted off into blessed sleep while you struggled through the day. That innocent babe found a way to have you to himself all night.
Unfortunately, your day must go on without benefit of sleep. You have to prepare breakfast, pack lunches, check homework, get dressed, drop off children, and bring that precious, sleeping baby to day care so you can go to work. You may also have to schedule a medical appointment for the baby—just in case.
The lesson of the Crying Baby? We teach others how to treat us. We control others by our behavior.
You may find yourself asking how you got to where you are in your life. The answer? You considered alternatives. You made choices. You behaved based on your thoughts, feelings and your perception. Your actions taught others how to respond to you—how to treat you. You made decisions and yes, you brought yourself to where you are today.
This is an edited excerpt from a book by Dr. Valerie Allen, Beyond the Inkblots: Confusion to Harmony. Amazon.com/dp/1478146117 Dr. Valerie Allen is a licensed school psychologist and board-certified case manager. She has taught students from elementary school through graduate studies in the fields of education and mental health. She is a popular author of children’s books, short stories, fiction, and non-fiction. Amazon.com/author/valerieallen
ARTICLE: Fifty Two Years by Rosanne Morse
This month we will have been married for 52 years. Yes, we were young but that was normal for our time. These were the times of Viet Nam, women’s rights, civil rights and clashes in the streets. We had hoped to never see this again. We heard magical stories of free love, birth control, marijuana and LSD. It was long before HIV/AIDS. We rebelled against the rules and rigid compliance of the Fifties. We thought we had discovered something new and freeing. Our parents knew nothing and we were the great explorers.
Our wedding was planned for September 4 but a notice from Uncle Sam moved it to August 12. We quietly went to our church with two hastily recruited witnesses and our parents. Our Pastor performed the legal and religious ceremony tying us together until death do us part. A few weeks later, in full bridal gown, tuxedo, bridesmaids, and groomsmen we repeated our vows for the benefit of our friends and family.
Over the years our marriage had many ups and downs; more than some, less than others. We started to understand that we had just been puppies in love who had teamed up to run away from our old-fashioned upbringing. Not everything goes as planned.
We took time “off for bad behavior”. I completed my college and post grad education. He explored options with Bell Labs in Chicago and corporate headquarters in Atlanta.
One thing we steadfastly committed to was our children. The home belonged to the kids. We took turns being the house parent, we attended school events without recriminations. We spent holidays and birthdays together as a family. We gradually recommitted to each other without the veil of starry eyes of young love. We are strong and we are present in our marriage and our family. Of course, as we like to say “the jury is still out.” I will turn 70 this year. My husband is 72.
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