Looking back on a decade....

It's been 10 years since this happened... (Side note: I loved the skirt I was wearing in the first picture and the dress I wore at my party.)



Now that I'm less than a month away from my 40th birthday, I want to reflect upon my thirties. I decided to make a list of thirty great things that happened during these past 10 years. Some are personal and some are from pop culture. And since I obviously can't cram 10 years into one list, so I'm sharing as much as I can think of from the top of my head (in no particular order).

1. My younger son being born
2. My daughter being born
3. Moving to Maryland
4. Two of my kids getting cochlear implants
5. Starting this blog
6. Starting my book blog and watching it grow
7. Book Expo America in 2014 and 2015
8. Seeing In the Heights and meeting some of the Original Broadway Cast afterwards
9. My "reunion" with "Will" after six years apart (separated by the length of our country)...the culmination of it being at Marie's Crisis Cafe
10. Visits from my BFF
11. My job (which I've been at for six-and-a-half years)
12. Making some great new friends (both online and in person...sometimes a mix of the two)
13. Going to Disney World for the first time in about 25 years
14. Going on a cruise (and yes, I still need to write about it)
15. My current obsession with Hamilton (if you are obsessed too, go here)
16. The Mindy Project
17. Orphan Black
18. Orange is the New Black
19. Parenthood
20. Being acknowledged in several books
21. Unique and Value Village (pretty much the same store though)
22. Reaching my 10 year wedding anniversary...and beyond
23. Vanilla Almond Special K cereal (a staple of this past decade for me)
24. My job in NJ (it was flexible, allowed me to get back into the working world after being out of a job for a while, and I got along well with my boss)
25. Seeing Newsies in DC
26. Jamie Cullum
27. The Goldbergs
28. Trying my hand at fiction writing again
29. My local book club
30. Speaking of books...the plethora of amazing books I've obtained and read either because of my blog or because of book club. (I can also attribute some to the library used book store.)

I'm excited for what my forties have in store and hope to make another list like this in 10 years, with room for 10 more items!

That voice!

Blog Project 3.0 has been going on for about two years, even though one of the group members changed after a few months. I love blogging with this group and I hope we can continue to inspire each other.

This week, I chose the topic: Write a tribute to a musician or band.

First, read what everyone else had to share on this topic. I will be only posting links to posts on this same topic from my group. So check back if you were hoping to read their blogs and don't see a link yet.

Darwin Shrugged
Froggie
Moma Rock

After this week, our blog project group is taking some time off for the summer. I'll still be blogging, but on any topic of my choosing at any time I want. :)

Back in 2004, I bought the soundtrack to Bridget Jones: The Edge of Reason. There was one voice on there that stood out to me...Jamie Cullum. He was singing a cover of "Everlasting Love." (If you need to get your Colin Firth fix, the link is to a music video from the movie.) A few years later, I started listening to his music more frequently. I can't get enough of his voice. It has an edge to it and yet is so relaxing to listen to. I added all his songs on Spotify to my favorites list and made a Pandora channel based on his music, where he shows up every few songs (interspersed with other singers who have similar styles). I ended up getting his Twentysomething CD, which I listen to in the car when I'm not listening to Hamilton. It helps me get through stressful driving situations and generally puts me in a good mood. Speaking of Hamilton though, through the fan group I created, I recently connected with a woman who worked with Jamie Cullum. That puts me one degree away from him! She said he's really nice, which I'm not surprised about. I'd love to hear him perform in concert. The last time he was out here, the timing didn't work. I hope he'll be back soon though. In the meantime, here are some songs of his that I especially love. Happy listening!

"Wheels":



"Frontin'":



"Mind Trick"



"All at Sea":



"These are the Days":



"Next Year Baby":

How lucky we are...

There's a line in a song from Hamilton that goes "How lucky we are to be alive right now." I recently saw someone post about how it applies to being alive at the same time as Lin-Manuel Miranda so we can experience this incredible musical (even though the only way I'm doing it so far is through the soundtrack). I definitely agree with that sentiment!

That got me thinking about other reasons I feel lucky to be alive right now vs. a different time period.

*Walt Disney World came about in 1971. If I had been a kid in a different era, I wouldn't have been able to experience it when I was young. I know Disneyland was established in 1955, but it's not like I've ever been to California anyway.

*"Rocky Horror" came out a year before I was born. Had I been a teen/young adult prior to that time, I wouldn't have gotten to enjoy it during my college years.

*Dentistry has made many advancements and dentists seem nicer and gentler than I heard of them being when my parents were kids. (My mom still hates going to the dentist.) I'm glad my kids have had only positive visits to the dentist. And that my dentist was able to fix my tooth when I broke part of it a few years ago. It looks like nothing ever happened to it. I'm sure back in the day, that wouldn't have been so easy!

My younger son at his first dental checkup

*Technology! I am glad I can type everything on a computer and be able to erase my mistakes without having to insert a whole new piece of paper into a typewriter each time. I'm also glad the Internet is around or I wouldn't have been able to connect with some amazing people. I also think cell phones have their advantages. If I had not had a cell phone on the night my car got stuck in the snow, it would have been a lot harder to work things out for getting a ride home. (The Internet was helpful in that situation, as well!)

*Cochlear implants exist. Had I given birth 40 plus years ago, my kids would not have had this amazing miracle to help with their hearing loss. From what I've heard, even hearing aids weren't as user friendly back in the day.

*I grew up in the 80s and 90s. This was a time of amazing pop culture in terms of movies, music, television, fashion, etc.

*Books: I am not a fan of classic literature, so I don't know that I'd enjoy books in a different era, even if that was the only option. I know I wouldn't have V.C. Andrews to keep me sane during my pre-teen and teen years. (Or The Baby-Sitters Club and Sweet Valley High before that.) And, of course, chick lit wouldn't have been around yet. (And I don't consider Jane Austen to be chick lit. Sorry!)

*There's been a lot of progress recently, even with all the craziness in the world. I know it will always be two steps forward, two steps back, but things have changed a lot from even when my parents were my age. Whether it is marriage rights, accessibility for people with disabilities, an African American President, or a female Presidential nominee, I think a lot of this has to do with the Internet and how it opens a new venue for people to speak out on issues and push for change.

Book Review: The Golden Son

You may remember in 2014 when I read Shilpi Somaya Gowda's debut novel, Secret Daughter, and compared her writing to Khaled Hosseini's. (If you don't, click on the above link to see my review.) Just as I loved Hosseini's second novel even more than his first, the same applies to The Golden Son. (It even had a similar feel to A Thousand Splendid Suns at times.) If I had no real life responsibilities, I would have finished this book in one sitting. It was that hard to put down!

The first of his family to go to college, Anil Patel, the golden son, carries the weight of tradition and his family’s expectations when he leaves his tiny Indian village to begin a medical residency in Dallas, Texas, at one of the busiest and most competitive hospitals in America. When his father dies, Anil becomes the de facto head of the Patel household and inherits the mantle of arbiter for all of the village’s disputes. But he is uneasy with the custom, uncertain that he has the wisdom and courage demonstrated by his father and grandfather. His doubts are compounded by the difficulties he discovers in adjusting to a new culture and a new job, challenges that will shake his confidence in himself and his abilities.

Back home in India, Anil’s closest childhood friend, Leena, struggles to adapt to her demanding new husband and relatives. Arranged by her parents, the marriage shatters Leena’s romantic hopes, and eventually forces her to make a desperate choice that will hold drastic repercussions for herself and her family. Though Anil and Leena struggle to come to terms with their identities thousands of miles apart, their lives eventually intersect once more—changing them both and the people they love forever. (Synopsis courtesy of Amazon.)

Everything about this book was just beautifully written, making me feel sympathy toward all the characters (except the villainous ones). It was so interesting to see Anil's lifestyle in Texas in comparison to what Panchanagar (his village in India) was like whenever he returned for a visit or whenever I saw what was going on with Leena. I don't know much about medicine, but reading about how grueling Anil's residency was made me never want to become a doctor. (And I give doctors even more kudos after reading this novel.) The dynamics and dialogue between characters felt so realistic that every scene jumped off the pages and into my head. Gowda uses descriptions that bring people and places to life without detracting from the narrative, which is what I prefer in the books I read. Even a day or so after putting down the book for the final time, I can't get it out of my head.

I would have liked more of Leena's side of the story in the last part of the book, as most of the focus stayed on Anil's narrative at that point. I just liked reading her "voice," as well.

While I read that this story took Gowda five years to write, I hope she doesn't take as long to come up with her next masterpiece. I'll be eagerly awaiting its arrival on my bookshelf.

I think this would definitely be great as a movie, but I'm not sure who I'd cast. I'd love to see it on the big screen though!

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The minority in the house

Blog Project 3.0 has been going on for about two years, even though one of the group members changed after a few months. I love blogging with this group and I hope we can continue to inspire each other.

This week, Moma Rock chose the topic: What were you taught to believe, that you don't believe anymore? Or, the flip side: What had you never believed to be true, and now you do?

First, read what everyone else had to share on this topic. I will be only posting links to posts on this same topic from my group. So check back if you were hoping to read their blogs and don't see a link yet.

Darwin Shrugged
Froggie
Moma Rock

I think this week's topic is payback for last week's topic being so easy. I really couldn't think of anything in relation to the questions. I switched the "flip side" question around a bit to suit this post though, by saying "What had you believed to be true, and now you don't?" So here goes...

When I was growing up, and even as an adult, I believed that I would only be a mother to girls. Since my house was on a 3:1 Woman (girl): Man ratio, I thought it meant that I would only be capable of giving birth to girls. I couldn't even fathom raising a boy! Even at Sunday School, when we did a pretend wedding, I was annoyed that they made me be the mother of the groom, since I had no need for such a role in the future. I even had the name for my first daughter picked out...Arianna.

Then my turn at motherhood came around and with it came a boy. The strange thing is, I had a feeling that I would have a boy after I first became pregnant. I was in denial because I thought there was still no way that could happen. "Baby Girl" by Sugarland was playing on the country station I always listened to, so I even took that as a sign. Even so, when my first son was born, I was not surprised he was a boy. And it didn't matter at that point because it was love at first sight.

A couple of years later, I was due with my second child and this time I was convinced I was having a girl. I wanted another boy though. I loved the idea of my son having a brother and I also wanted to use the name I loved so much. Lo and behold, I was definitely surprised by a boy. Thrilled too!

Raising boys is easier than I expected. (Although I did have a preview because of the two boys I babysat on a regular basis when I was a teenager.) They are definitely full of energy and would do things I could never imagine doing as a kid, or as an adult. They're curious, inquisitive, thoughtful, and loving. I get the sweetest hugs and kisses from my sons. (Not to say I don't get them from my daughter.) They're also funny and entertaining. They love to make up songs and do celebrity impressions. We talk about movies, TV shows, books, games, current events, etc. They aspire to be artists, chefs, scientists, gardeners, actors, musicians, etc. They read (almost) as much as I do. (Given that my husband barely ever reads, it's nice to see boys taking an interest in books.)

On the third go-around, I finally had a girl. By that time, I was expecting a boy and had saved all the clothes from my sons. My older son wished for a girl so that I wouldn't be the only girl in the house. He even said he had too many brothers. (I guess my younger son is several brothers rolled up into one.) I told him that if I had another boy, I could keep all my jewelry and cosmetics to myself. My daughter holds her own with her brothers and bosses them around as much as they boss her around. It's definitely a new world of interesting challenges raising a girl. And here I thought they'd be the easier gender...