Suggestion Saturday: August 30, 2014

Here is this week’s list of blog posts and other tidbits from my favourite corners of the web.

28 Magical Paths Begging To Be Walked. Wow, these are incredible!

Moonrise via RHMustard. This is a shining example of why I love poetry so much. I’ll be tempted to whip it out the next time I meet someone who has yet to meet a poem that they love.

When “Race” Wasn’t About Skin Colour. Fascinating stuff. It makes me wonder how our definitions of race will change as DNA tests for heritage become more widespread and accurate.

Nariya’s First Beer. When I was about this girl’s age a family friend offered me an ice cream sandwich. I turned them down in polite horror. The only bread my family ate was the extremely healthy whole wheat kind. I couldn’t imagine why anyone would slather ice cream on something so dense and chewy. To me it made about as much sense as pouring chocolate syrup on steamed broccoli.  I can’t remember if I’ve shared this story before, but it came to mind while reading about Nariya’s funny misunderstanding.

On the Beach via fridayam. I thought this was a very appropriate poem to share as we say goodbye to August.

From An Unexpected Inheritance via Funny_Matters:

I carried on walking, behind my friend. I commented on something. My voice cracked. We continued along the hill-path.

There’s something wonderful about knowing she’s still very much ‘there’. In ways I’d never imagined. In other people’s memories of me. In hill-top walks. In my behaviour. My strengths. Even in my weaknesses.


How would our species change if we no longer had the ability to speak? The Silent History imagines a chilling answer to this question that kept me up way past my bedtime.

One of the things that fascinates me about babies is how they figure out language. Sometimes it’s weird to cuddle an infant who is too young to speak. I wonder what they’re thinking about and what they would have to say about the world around them if they had the ability to start talking right away. The idea of interacting with a child who never gains this ability is really interesting.

I’ve purposefully avoided the terms science fiction and dystopia while discussing this book. I know some of my readers are gun-shy around those genres, but this is something I strongly recommend to anyone with even a passing interest in the premise.

What have you been reading?

  • tammy

    Never knew the ice cream sandwich story! 🙂 I love your stories. And that language book … Well I just have to read it now.

    • Thank you.

      I hope you like the book. It was really unique!

Suggestion Saturday: August 30, 2014

Here is this week’s list of blog posts and other tidbits from my favourite corners of the web.

28 Magical Paths Begging To Be Walked. Wow, these are incredible!

Moonrise via RHMustard. This is a shining example of why I love poetry so much. I’ll be tempted to whip it out the next time I meet someone who has yet to meet a poem that they love.

When “Race” Wasn’t About Skin Colour. Fascinating stuff. It makes me wonder how our definitions of race will change as DNA tests for heritage become more widespread and accurate.

Nariya’s First Beer. When I was about this girl’s age a family friend offered me an ice cream sandwich. I turned them down in polite horror. The only bread my family ate was the extremely healthy whole wheat kind. I couldn’t imagine why anyone would slather ice cream on something so dense and chewy. To me it made about as much sense as pouring chocolate syrup on steamed broccoli.  I can’t remember if I’ve shared this story before, but it came to mind while reading about Nariya’s funny misunderstanding.

On the Beach via fridayam. I thought this was a very appropriate poem to share as we say goodbye to August.

From An Unexpected Inheritance via Funny_Matters:

I carried on walking, behind my friend. I commented on something. My voice cracked. We continued along the hill-path.

There’s something wonderful about knowing she’s still very much ‘there’. In ways I’d never imagined. In other people’s memories of me. In hill-top walks. In my behaviour. My strengths. Even in my weaknesses.


How would our species change if we no longer had the ability to speak? The Silent History imagines a chilling answer to this question that kept me up way past my bedtime.

One of the things that fascinates me about babies is how they figure out language. Sometimes it’s weird to cuddle an infant who is too young to speak. I wonder what they’re thinking about and what they would have to say about the world around them if they had the ability to start talking right away. The idea of interacting with a child who never gains this ability is really interesting.

I’ve purposefully avoided the terms science fiction and dystopia while discussing this book. I know some of my readers are gun-shy around those genres, but this is something I strongly recommend to anyone with even a passing interest in the premise.

What have you been reading?

  • tammy

    Never knew the ice cream sandwich story! 🙂 I love your stories. And that language book … Well I just have to read it now.

    • Thank you.

      I hope you like the book. It was really unique!

Suggestion Saturday: August 30, 2014

Here is this week’s list of blog posts and other tidbits from my favourite corners of the web.

28 Magical Paths Begging To Be Walked. Wow, these are incredible!

Moonrise via RHMustard. This is a shining example of why I love poetry so much. I’ll be tempted to whip it out the next time I meet someone who has yet to meet a poem that they love.

When “Race” Wasn’t About Skin Colour. Fascinating stuff. It makes me wonder how our definitions of race will change as DNA tests for heritage become more widespread and accurate.

Nariya’s First Beer. When I was about this girl’s age a family friend offered me an ice cream sandwich. I turned them down in polite horror. The only bread my family ate was the extremely healthy whole wheat kind. I couldn’t imagine why anyone would slather ice cream on something so dense and chewy. To me it made about as much sense as pouring chocolate syrup on steamed broccoli.  I can’t remember if I’ve shared this story before, but it came to mind while reading about Nariya’s funny misunderstanding.

On the Beach via fridayam. I thought this was a very appropriate poem to share as we say goodbye to August.

From An Unexpected Inheritance via Funny_Matters:

I carried on walking, behind my friend. I commented on something. My voice cracked. We continued along the hill-path.

There’s something wonderful about knowing she’s still very much ‘there’. In ways I’d never imagined. In other people’s memories of me. In hill-top walks. In my behaviour. My strengths. Even in my weaknesses.


How would our species change if we no longer had the ability to speak? The Silent History imagines a chilling answer to this question that kept me up way past my bedtime.

One of the things that fascinates me about babies is how they figure out language. Sometimes it’s weird to cuddle an infant who is too young to speak. I wonder what they’re thinking about and what they would have to say about the world around them if they had the ability to start talking right away. The idea of interacting with a child who never gains this ability is really interesting.

I’ve purposefully avoided the terms science fiction and dystopia while discussing this book. I know some of my readers are gun-shy around those genres, but this is something I strongly recommend to anyone with even a passing interest in the premise.

What have you been reading?

  • tammy

    Never knew the ice cream sandwich story! 🙂 I love your stories. And that language book … Well I just have to read it now.

    • Thank you.

      I hope you like the book. It was really unique!

Suggestion Saturday: August 30, 2014

Here is this week’s list of blog posts and other tidbits from my favourite corners of the web.

28 Magical Paths Begging To Be Walked. Wow, these are incredible!

Moonrise via RHMustard. This is a shining example of why I love poetry so much. I’ll be tempted to whip it out the next time I meet someone who has yet to meet a poem that they love.

When “Race” Wasn’t About Skin Colour. Fascinating stuff. It makes me wonder how our definitions of race will change as DNA tests for heritage become more widespread and accurate.

Nariya’s First Beer. When I was about this girl’s age a family friend offered me an ice cream sandwich. I turned them down in polite horror. The only bread my family ate was the extremely healthy whole wheat kind. I couldn’t imagine why anyone would slather ice cream on something so dense and chewy. To me it made about as much sense as pouring chocolate syrup on steamed broccoli.  I can’t remember if I’ve shared this story before, but it came to mind while reading about Nariya’s funny misunderstanding.

On the Beach via fridayam. I thought this was a very appropriate poem to share as we say goodbye to August.

From An Unexpected Inheritance via Funny_Matters:

I carried on walking, behind my friend. I commented on something. My voice cracked. We continued along the hill-path.

There’s something wonderful about knowing she’s still very much ‘there’. In ways I’d never imagined. In other people’s memories of me. In hill-top walks. In my behaviour. My strengths. Even in my weaknesses.


How would our species change if we no longer had the ability to speak? The Silent History imagines a chilling answer to this question that kept me up way past my bedtime.

One of the things that fascinates me about babies is how they figure out language. Sometimes it’s weird to cuddle an infant who is too young to speak. I wonder what they’re thinking about and what they would have to say about the world around them if they had the ability to start talking right away. The idea of interacting with a child who never gains this ability is really interesting.

I’ve purposefully avoided the terms science fiction and dystopia while discussing this book. I know some of my readers are gun-shy around those genres, but this is something I strongly recommend to anyone with even a passing interest in the premise.

What have you been reading?

  • tammy

    Never knew the ice cream sandwich story! 🙂 I love your stories. And that language book … Well I just have to read it now.

    • Thank you.

      I hope you like the book. It was really unique!

Suggestion Saturday: August 30, 2014

Here is this week’s list of blog posts and other tidbits from my favourite corners of the web.

28 Magical Paths Begging To Be Walked. Wow, these are incredible!

Moonrise via RHMustard. This is a shining example of why I love poetry so much. I’ll be tempted to whip it out the next time I meet someone who has yet to meet a poem that they love.

When “Race” Wasn’t About Skin Colour. Fascinating stuff. It makes me wonder how our definitions of race will change as DNA tests for heritage become more widespread and accurate.

Nariya’s First Beer. When I was about this girl’s age a family friend offered me an ice cream sandwich. I turned them down in polite horror. The only bread my family ate was the extremely healthy whole wheat kind. I couldn’t imagine why anyone would slather ice cream on something so dense and chewy. To me it made about as much sense as pouring chocolate syrup on steamed broccoli.  I can’t remember if I’ve shared this story before, but it came to mind while reading about Nariya’s funny misunderstanding.

On the Beach via fridayam. I thought this was a very appropriate poem to share as we say goodbye to August.

From An Unexpected Inheritance via Funny_Matters:

I carried on walking, behind my friend. I commented on something. My voice cracked. We continued along the hill-path.

There’s something wonderful about knowing she’s still very much ‘there’. In ways I’d never imagined. In other people’s memories of me. In hill-top walks. In my behaviour. My strengths. Even in my weaknesses.


How would our species change if we no longer had the ability to speak? The Silent History imagines a chilling answer to this question that kept me up way past my bedtime.

One of the things that fascinates me about babies is how they figure out language. Sometimes it’s weird to cuddle an infant who is too young to speak. I wonder what they’re thinking about and what they would have to say about the world around them if they had the ability to start talking right away. The idea of interacting with a child who never gains this ability is really interesting.

I’ve purposefully avoided the terms science fiction and dystopia while discussing this book. I know some of my readers are gun-shy around those genres, but this is something I strongly recommend to anyone with even a passing interest in the premise.

What have you been reading?

  • tammy

    Never knew the ice cream sandwich story! 🙂 I love your stories. And that language book … Well I just have to read it now.

    • Thank you.

      I hope you like the book. It was really unique!

Suggestion Saturday: August 30, 2014

Here is this week’s list of blog posts and other tidbits from my favourite corners of the web.

28 Magical Paths Begging To Be Walked. Wow, these are incredible!

Moonrise via RHMustard. This is a shining example of why I love poetry so much. I’ll be tempted to whip it out the next time I meet someone who has yet to meet a poem that they love.

When “Race” Wasn’t About Skin Colour. Fascinating stuff. It makes me wonder how our definitions of race will change as DNA tests for heritage become more widespread and accurate.

Nariya’s First Beer. When I was about this girl’s age a family friend offered me an ice cream sandwich. I turned them down in polite horror. The only bread my family ate was the extremely healthy whole wheat kind. I couldn’t imagine why anyone would slather ice cream on something so dense and chewy. To me it made about as much sense as pouring chocolate syrup on steamed broccoli.  I can’t remember if I’ve shared this story before, but it came to mind while reading about Nariya’s funny misunderstanding.

On the Beach via fridayam. I thought this was a very appropriate poem to share as we say goodbye to August.

From An Unexpected Inheritance via Funny_Matters:

I carried on walking, behind my friend. I commented on something. My voice cracked. We continued along the hill-path.

There’s something wonderful about knowing she’s still very much ‘there’. In ways I’d never imagined. In other people’s memories of me. In hill-top walks. In my behaviour. My strengths. Even in my weaknesses.


How would our species change if we no longer had the ability to speak? The Silent History imagines a chilling answer to this question that kept me up way past my bedtime.

One of the things that fascinates me about babies is how they figure out language. Sometimes it’s weird to cuddle an infant who is too young to speak. I wonder what they’re thinking about and what they would have to say about the world around them if they had the ability to start talking right away. The idea of interacting with a child who never gains this ability is really interesting.

I’ve purposefully avoided the terms science fiction and dystopia while discussing this book. I know some of my readers are gun-shy around those genres, but this is something I strongly recommend to anyone with even a passing interest in the premise.

What have you been reading?

  • tammy

    Never knew the ice cream sandwich story! 🙂 I love your stories. And that language book … Well I just have to read it now.

    • Thank you.

      I hope you like the book. It was really unique!

Suggestion Saturday: August 30, 2014

Here is this week’s list of blog posts and other tidbits from my favourite corners of the web.

28 Magical Paths Begging To Be Walked. Wow, these are incredible!

Moonrise via RHMustard. This is a shining example of why I love poetry so much. I’ll be tempted to whip it out the next time I meet someone who has yet to meet a poem that they love.

When “Race” Wasn’t About Skin Colour. Fascinating stuff. It makes me wonder how our definitions of race will change as DNA tests for heritage become more widespread and accurate.

Nariya’s First Beer. When I was about this girl’s age a family friend offered me an ice cream sandwich. I turned them down in polite horror. The only bread my family ate was the extremely healthy whole wheat kind. I couldn’t imagine why anyone would slather ice cream on something so dense and chewy. To me it made about as much sense as pouring chocolate syrup on steamed broccoli.  I can’t remember if I’ve shared this story before, but it came to mind while reading about Nariya’s funny misunderstanding.

On the Beach via fridayam. I thought this was a very appropriate poem to share as we say goodbye to August.

From An Unexpected Inheritance via Funny_Matters:

I carried on walking, behind my friend. I commented on something. My voice cracked. We continued along the hill-path.

There’s something wonderful about knowing she’s still very much ‘there’. In ways I’d never imagined. In other people’s memories of me. In hill-top walks. In my behaviour. My strengths. Even in my weaknesses.


How would our species change if we no longer had the ability to speak? The Silent History imagines a chilling answer to this question that kept me up way past my bedtime.

One of the things that fascinates me about babies is how they figure out language. Sometimes it’s weird to cuddle an infant who is too young to speak. I wonder what they’re thinking about and what they would have to say about the world around them if they had the ability to start talking right away. The idea of interacting with a child who never gains this ability is really interesting.

I’ve purposefully avoided the terms science fiction and dystopia while discussing this book. I know some of my readers are gun-shy around those genres, but this is something I strongly recommend to anyone with even a passing interest in the premise.

What have you been reading?

  • tammy

    Never knew the ice cream sandwich story! 🙂 I love your stories. And that language book … Well I just have to read it now.

    • Thank you.

      I hope you like the book. It was really unique!

Suggestion Saturday: August 30, 2014

Here is this week’s list of blog posts and other tidbits from my favourite corners of the web.

28 Magical Paths Begging To Be Walked. Wow, these are incredible!

Moonrise via RHMustard. This is a shining example of why I love poetry so much. I’ll be tempted to whip it out the next time I meet someone who has yet to meet a poem that they love.

When “Race” Wasn’t About Skin Colour. Fascinating stuff. It makes me wonder how our definitions of race will change as DNA tests for heritage become more widespread and accurate.

Nariya’s First Beer. When I was about this girl’s age a family friend offered me an ice cream sandwich. I turned them down in polite horror. The only bread my family ate was the extremely healthy whole wheat kind. I couldn’t imagine why anyone would slather ice cream on something so dense and chewy. To me it made about as much sense as pouring chocolate syrup on steamed broccoli.  I can’t remember if I’ve shared this story before, but it came to mind while reading about Nariya’s funny misunderstanding.

On the Beach via fridayam. I thought this was a very appropriate poem to share as we say goodbye to August.

From An Unexpected Inheritance via Funny_Matters:

I carried on walking, behind my friend. I commented on something. My voice cracked. We continued along the hill-path.

There’s something wonderful about knowing she’s still very much ‘there’. In ways I’d never imagined. In other people’s memories of me. In hill-top walks. In my behaviour. My strengths. Even in my weaknesses.


How would our species change if we no longer had the ability to speak? The Silent History imagines a chilling answer to this question that kept me up way past my bedtime.

One of the things that fascinates me about babies is how they figure out language. Sometimes it’s weird to cuddle an infant who is too young to speak. I wonder what they’re thinking about and what they would have to say about the world around them if they had the ability to start talking right away. The idea of interacting with a child who never gains this ability is really interesting.

I’ve purposefully avoided the terms science fiction and dystopia while discussing this book. I know some of my readers are gun-shy around those genres, but this is something I strongly recommend to anyone with even a passing interest in the premise.

What have you been reading?

  • tammy

    Never knew the ice cream sandwich story! 🙂 I love your stories. And that language book … Well I just have to read it now.

    • Thank you.

      I hope you like the book. It was really unique!