Friday, August 30, 2013

2013-0830 Letter/Audio


Hi All –

Today, if you remember, we talked a little about Labor Day which acted as a wake-up call to me that perhaps I should do some labor around our house.  Often when we have company, I tend to run off at the mouth about how much work I do which usually, in no time at all, causes people’s eyes to glaze over as they sidle towards the door, looking for an escape.  When that happens, I tend to think that I must have a bad case of B.O. (body odor) although I distinctly remember taking a shower last month.  So it couldn’t be that. 

By the way, if you DON’T remember our conversation about Labor Day, which occurred only a few hours ago, then perhaps you should visit with a doctor specializing in memory loss.  Later, you can fill me in on the details – if you can remember them. 

And here are some details about what to expect on Labor Day when your kids and their friends converge suddenly on your house, more specifically on your kitchen where the food is.  Yes, like a plague of locusts, they will eat you out of house and home, even leaving teeth marks in the shelf liner of the pantry. Then, again suddenly, they’re gone, vanished back into their assorted clunkers, jalopies, beaters, hot-rods, and street rods, ready to tool around town in that delirious and delicious joyride we remember as adolescence. 

Have a great weekend!
Kevin


Thursday, August 29, 2013

Useful Books for Learning English


Useful Books for Learning English

The following are books useful for learning English.  Most are available in the library.  However, as is pointed out in the “Handbook of Technical Writing,” “…the best source for learning correct usage of English structures for ESL writers comes from general reading, not from textbooks.”

Handbook of Technical Writing, Tenth Edition – Alred, Brusaw, Oliu
Call #:  808.0666 ALRED 2012

Book Description
Release date: November 22, 2011 | ISBN-10: 1250004411 | ISBN-13: 978-1250004413 |
Now in its tenth edition, this classic book remains the complete technical-writing reference for students and professionals alike. Alphabetically organized and easy-to-use, its nearly 400 entries provide guidance for writing all the most common types of professional documents and correspondence, including reports, proposals, manuals, memos, and white papers. Abundant real-world sample documents and visuals throughout the book demonstrate effective technical communication, reflecting current practices for formatting documents and using email. In addition, advice for organizing, researching, writing, and revising complements thorough treatment of grammar, usage, style, and punctuation to provide comprehensive help with writing skills.

Basic English Grammar, Third Edition – Betty Schrampter Azar 
Call # 428.24 AZAR 2006

Book Description
Publication Date: July 28, 2005 | ISBN-10: 0131849379 | ISBN-13: 978-0131849372
Blending communicative and interactive approaches with tried-and-true grammar teaching, Basic English Grammar, Third Edition, by Betty Schrampfer Azar and Stacy A. Hagen, offers concise, accurate, level-appropriate grammar information with an abundance of exercises, contexts, and classroom activities.

Fundamentals of English Grammar (4th Edition) - Betty Schrampter Azar
Call # 428.24 AZAR

Book Description
Publication Date: January 31, 2011 | ISBN-10: 0137071698 | ISBN-13: 978-0137071692  
A classic developmental skills text for lower-intermediate and intermediate English language learners, Fundamentals of English Grammar is a comprehensive reference grammar as well as a stimulating and teachable classroom text.

Understanding and Using English Grammar (4th Edition) - Betty Schrampter Azar
Call # 428.24 AZAR 2009

Book Description
Publication Date: February 23, 2009 | ISBN-10: 0132333317 | ISBN-13: 978-0132333313 | Edition: 4 
A classic developmental skills text for intermediate to advanced students of English, Understanding and Using English Grammar is a comprehensive reference grammar as well as a stimulating and teachable classroom text.

NOTE:  “The Azar books constitute a series of grammar texts that begin with fundamental structures and progress to more complex structures.  The first book contains fundamental structures; the second contains intermediate structures; and the third contains the most complex structures.” – Handbook of Technical Writing


How English Works: A Grammar Handbook with Readings – Ann Raimes

Book Description
Publication Date: July 13, 1998 | ISBN-10: 052165758X | ISBN-13: 978-0521657587
This book uses readings from newspapers, works of non-fiction, and college textbooks to illustrate the use of target structures. The Student's Book provides clear presentations of the basic principles of 27 important areas of English grammar, through a wide variety of exercises and tasks for writing and editing. It engages students with topics that range from artificial intelligence and laptop computers to the environment and economics. This important grammar text provides a real-world context that allows students to see how the English language really "works."

Monday, August 26, 2013

2013-0823 Letter/Audio



23Aug13
Hi All –

Our conversation about the “Dream” speech reminded me that I had a dream once.  In days long since past, I was going to be a hot-shot software designer, destined to be a shooting-star, rising quickly to stardom in the Aerospace company for which I worked.  Quite an achievement for someone who had started life developmentally behind the others, even needing to attend a transitional kindergarden for awhile.

I knew that I had competition in the race up the ladder; seems like every Tom, Dick and Harry in those days was aiming for the same goal, a fast-track career in software development.  To management, I was just another John Doe.  I needed something to set me apart, some new razzle-dazzle code, which I could write, that would cause their jaws to hit the floor.  To that end, I worked long hours and finally came up with a masterpiece. 

My supervisor was a tough cookie, a hard-boiled but good-hearted guy who had come up through the ranks and knew his stuff.  I knew that I needed him on my side.  He was a straight-shooter who meant what he said and I needed to play straight with him.  So I squared my shoulders, marched into his office and told him that I was there to talk turkey.  He had an appointment right then so I had to take a rain check.  Finally, late in the afternoon, we were able to meet.  I got to the point right away.  Being a man of few words, he appreciated getting down to brass tacks so I told him of the code I had written.  At first, he thought I was full of hot air, surmising that no one could write software to do what I claimed.  I started to quail, realizing that not having his support would throw a monkey wrench into my career plans.  I marshaled up my arguments and was on the brink of convincing him of the reality of my project when the alarm went off and I woke up.  Oh well, some day I’ll dream this dream again and I’m not going to hear that alarm.  Then I’ll know what it is like to be to be a rock star software designer.

Have a great week!
Kevin


2013-0817 Letter/Audio


17Aug13

Hello folks.  It’s now time for Idiom Theater!

I had a good time talking about body language today and hope that it tickled your fancy as well.  I learned some things as well about personal space so for our next session, I will bring a tape measure so that I can sit the proper distance away from people.  Hopefully, this will reduce the number of icy stares that are directed my way when I sit too close to (or too far from) people from certain countries.  This may be the reason why they suddenly clam up when I try to make small talk.  So there I am, mentally running through my repertoire of conversation topics and rapidly running out of steam in an attempt to break the ice.  This means that next time, if we haven’t met yet, I’ll ask you what country you are from.  Based on your response, I’ll sit either 22 to 26 inches away or 36 inches away unless you’ve been living in the U.S. for a long time in which case I’ll situate myself exactly 30 inches away. 

Speaking of hugs, (we weren’t but I’ll pretend we were), I was introduced once to a woman with a checkered past whose evil reputation had preceded her so the idea of actually conversing with this vile woman sent shivers up my spine.  I was sure that she had maxed out her credit cards and would take this opportunity to hit me up for money.  This happened to take place at a party overflowing with other people of dubious reputation so, being in her element, she was as happy as a clam.  I had tried to evade this introduction, mumbling something about a pressing need to return an overdue library book, but finally acquiesced under relentless pressure from the host.  My host, you should know, undertakes everything he does with the tenacity of a bulldog.  Once he makes his mind up to do something, there’s no stopping the man. 

I was all in a lather, speculating whether or not hugs would be involved in this introduction and how far she would go. Fortunately,  I had just had a haircut so if she wanted to run her fingers through my hair, she would have to sweep it off the barber’s floor.  I was beginning to founder in a morass of depression, thinking of the possible consequences to my reputation by associating with this fallen woman.  My mind was spinning, with my worries going viral to the point that my footsteps faltered as I unsteadily approached her.  Truly this was a gut-wrenching experience and my energy reserves had long ago been depleted.  I thought of the quote by Ambrose Bierce, “Oh, to fall into the arms of a woman without falling into her hands.”

And then the moment approached . . .
And then?

And then she looked at me and smiled . . .

And then?

And then she opened her arms wide and came closer . . .

And then?  And then?

And then I sat down to write this email to you.

Have a great week!

Kevin


2013-0809 Letter/Audio


09Aug13

Hi All –

I enjoyed our class today although I felt sad that some of you could not be with us.  All of our volunteers are wonderful, though, so I’m confident that you had a good experience.   Probably a better experience than those poor students who were at my table talking about cremation and picking up bones with chopsticks.  Well, I certainly have no beef with people who do that; I’m sure that some of our customs must raise a few eyebrows as well.

We talked a bit about how most problems are solved by throwing money at them and I remembered feeling envious of those people who made twice as much money as I did.  In those days . . .(last week!) . . . I could feel that green-eyed monster stirring within me as I contemplated how much better their lives were than mine.  Of course, now that I’m retired, the grade-school kid on the corner selling his mom’s lemonade makes far more money than me but I’m not jealous a bit of him.  I don’t begrudge anyone the experience of going through grade school.

Then we turned our attention to elder abuse, surely a topic to break the ice at any party.  Imagine that you are a young man wanting to introduce yourself to some ravishing young lass whom you’ve been eyeing from across the room.  Trying to adopt a casual but worldly demeanor, you make your way unhurriedly over to where she is standing and say in dulcet tones “Say, did you hear the story of the guy who kept his 90-year old mother in a pigpen?” Naturally, at this point, she will NOT be thinking that FINALLY,  she has met the man of her dreams whom she hopes will father her children but rather that THIS GUY is probably the freak who keeps his poor, elderly mother in a pigpen out in the inclement weather where it is raining cats and dogs.  Horrified that this monster is still at large, she’ll immediately summon the police, entreating them to arrest you and free the mother.

Oh well, “C’est la vie” as the French say. 

Have a wonderful week!
Kevin


2013-0802 Letter/Audio



02Aug13
Hi All –

Please find an audio file attached to this email.  If it is attached too tightly, I suggest a pair of slip-joint pliers.  Pull gently but firmly on the file until it dislodges.  If you experience difficulty, a drop or two of oil will loosen it up.  Once you get that file, you can also grab the picture of the group which I also, with great personal difficulty, attached as well.  I’m almost out of glue!

Well, here I am, sitting at home twiddling my thumbs because, being immersed in American culture, I have no social life.  Oh, off the top of my head I can think of several things that I COULD do, maybe do the gardening, or clean the kitchen, straighten up the garage, vacuum the house, scrub the bathtubs, do the laundry, cook dinner . . .  But, you see, those aren’t really social activities.  I suppose, if I wanted to see other people, I could do the shopping or return those clothes that are the wrong size.  But that’s not really interacting, is it?   Perhaps I could actually pick up the phone and call somebody; see if they want to have dinner with me.  I’m broke at the moment but, hey, maybe I could hit my friend Rob up for a pizza.  Pay him back in a week or so.   Hmm, maybe not.  I did that last week and Rob doesn’t soon forget debts owed to him. So he’d probably turn me down if I called him.  Just a hunch, you know? 

At the moment, I’m sitting at the computer which is making my already sparse grey  hair fall out at an alarming rate.  I have a bald spot the size of Antarctica encroaching in areas once covered with a luxurious growth of healthy brown hair!  I made the mistake, when I got home, of walking past a mirror and, after today’s lesson, I just had to look.  My mirror has become haunted, you know.  Every time I look into it, some old guy peers back out at me.  Anyway, a perfunctory glance in the mirror confirmed that I have at least 7 of the 4 signs of impending heart attack – things like a dimple in the chin, blue eyes, glasses, dandruff, moustache, crow’s-feet, maybe even some crow’s feathers! But, I’m not disheartened.  As I tell myself, today I broke my personal record for most consecutive days lived.  

Cheers!
Kevin


2013-0726 Letter/Audio


26Jul13
Hi All –

Please find an audio file attached to this email.  Well, where else would it be attached?

I certainly enjoyed our class today and hope that you did as well.  Of course, if you didn’t attend our class, you could hardly have enjoyed it.  Maybe we should set up Skype so you could enjoy our class from the comfort of your own home.  Of course, Skype may not be your cup of tea.

Anyway, I was taken to task by Man Kyung who gently chided me for shirking my duties last week.  By this, she meant that I was derelict in my duties because I had not sent out an email with a concomitant audio file and that didn’t sit well with her.  Well, EXCUSE ME!! but as no one had tendered any new words or idioms for us to go over, I thought there was no need for an email.  So bravely fighting back the tears, in a tremulous voice, I hemmed and hawed a bit and mentally resolved to tread more carefully in the future.

Now for the edification of those who couldn’t attend the meeting today, we talked about door etiquette, in other words, how one should behave when opening or closing doors.  It all hinges . . . (that’s a pun, get it?,  doors have hinges )  Anyway, it all hinges on your level of respect for other people.  This is why nobody ever holds the door open for me, I think.  Maybe if I became pregnant . . .

Have a wonderful week!
Kevin


2013-0712 Letter/Audio


12Jul13
Hi All –

You’ll find an audio file in .mp4 format attached to this email which I hope you find useful.

I had a good time in class today and hope that you did as well.  Since we were meeting in the Story Room, I may as well relate a story to you about two young people, named Edith and Fred.  Edith had worked at the law firm of Dewey, Cheatem, and Howe for three years, steadily earning the respect of her co-workers.  Fred was a relative new hire at the same company, still learning the ropes.  During his hiring interview, his earnestness and good references predisposed the boss into giving Fred a shot at the job, despite his shortage of exerience.  Besides, the boss was tired of interviewing ho-hum candidates who tried to brownnose their way into the firm.

Unbeknownst to the boss, Fred and Edith had started dating about a month back and now had made plans to go to the city for dinner and a show at the nickelodeon that coming Saturday.   However, Fred had fallen behind on researching background material for an important case going to court on Monday.  Because Fred had been remiss in his duties, the boss had called him into her office and was chewing him out royally.  Well, the research needed to be done so Fred was required to come in on the weekend to finish up.  That completely shot his plans to wow Edith on Saturday.

Edith was somewhat miffed at the bad news that their plans needed to be cancelled.  She angrily pointed out to Fred that he needed to get his ducks in a row if their relationship was to continue.  In a sudden fit of pique, she made a cutting remark to the effect that he was probably the kind of guy that left the bathroom messy after a shower.  It was a low blow, and she immediately regretted saying it.  It was not her style to hit someone below the belt.   For his part, even though he thought she was kicking him to the curb, Fred magnanimously kept calm about the issue.  Normally, this tirade would be an indication that the handwriting was on the wall and the relationship was over. Certainly, he could have chastised her for complaining about the mote in his eye while ignoring the beam in her own eye.  Rather, he swallowed his own anger and merely attempted to assuage her ire by assuring her that his lapse was uncharacteristic, occuring only once in a blue moon at most. 

Through hard work, diligence, and long hours, Fred was able to complete his work in time to salvage his weekend plans so he and Edith were able to go the to city on their date after all.  I think a bit of hocus pocus must have been involved as well because it seems impossible for one person to have accomplished that entire task in such a short amount of time.   I’ll bet he had some help.  Anyway, Edith’s estimation of Fred’s abilities skyrocketed after that.  In fact I heard a tidbit of gossip just the other day which intimated that they might be getting engaged soon!


Cheers!
Kevin


2013-0706 Letter/Audio


06Jul13
Hi All –

I hope you are all having a wonderful week!  If you have any travel plans, try to get into the spirit of the adventure by reading about and perhaps even adopting some of the local customs of your destination.  Remember, “When in Rome, do as the Romans do.” Of course the Romans wore togas and spoke in Latin.  I’m not suggesting that you do either – I mean it’s just so hard to find togas in the stores these days and, really, how do you accessorize a toga?  High heels are definitely out as are those Coach purses which seem to be surgically attached to young women everywhere.  Well, I’m sure that Rome in the old days was no utopia (there was not a single shopping mall to be seen!) but it wasn’t the worst place either.  If you wanted an example of a dystopia, you could visit Pompeii after the volcanic eruption.  They had to spend all day, every day just dusting the house!  Anyway, don’t become too enamored of your destination.  Remember that the grass is always greener on the other side.  It may seem like a better life to move there but you’ll be happier staying put.  Sure, Rome is pretty and all but on some days, the heat is just stifling!  Do enjoy yourself, though.  Don’t plan every detail, just play it by ear.  Go shopping, find a fun little gift shop and buy everything in it, lock, stock and barrel.  Just keep an eye on the prices so you don’t get taken to the cleaners by two-faced proprietors who tell you one price and charge you a higher one.

 If you are leaving your kids alone for any length of time, just beware!  They may get up to some mischief when you are gone.  “When the cat’s away, the mice will play” is the thought to keep in mind.  In our case, when we were away, our offspring liked to vegetate on the couch playing video games. We never begrudged them their video game time unless it became excessive, at which point we felt the need to confiscate the game controllers.  Being guys, they usually played games in which they were trying to extricate some radiant and buxom princess from an embattled empire which was surrounded by hostile and avaricious aliens.  I think all these games have zaftig maidens in dire straits needing rescue by chivalrous adolescent male couch potatoes who are too shy to talk to real girls.  Sigh.  And now you must pardon me while I savor the moment when I first talked to a real girl!

Cheers!
Kevin


Sunday, August 25, 2013

2013-0629 Letter/Audio


Hi All –

I have attached an audio file to this e-mail.  Hopefully you will find it helpful.  I have written a story for you as follows:

It’s my own fault, really.  My insomnia last night, that is.  Sure enough, I had gone to bed with wet hair, even though I knew better.  My evening shower had been delayed, you see, because my wife needed me to run an errand for her and, being the chivalrous husband that I am, I acceded to her wish and told her that I was at her disposal.  Had I refused, of course, she might have kicked me to the curb and I didn’t like spending time in the doghouse.  Now you may not know this, but I happen to be an aficionado of antique tintypes and Kathleen had mentioned that there was a collection on display at the museum.  She promised to procure two tickets for us but there was a catch to this offer.  (Isn’t there always?)  Anyway, the catch was that I needed to run an errand for her.  She had a big project due the next morning and had forgotten to buy something for it.  So here in the eleventh hour, she asked me to go out and make the purchase which I did (becoming her knight in shining armor).  And so the upshot of all this was that there I was with my wet hair, trying to catch some z’s.   

 I mean, really, how hard is it to go to sleep?  It should be duck soup, a piece of cake.  Nothing to it!  But no, I lay there tossing and turning, trying to pin down the reason for my restlessness.  I had followed Annie’s advice, except for eating before going to bed.  Well, I was hungry!  I had this insatiable appetite that evening so wolfed down everything in sight.  The result was that I was one happy camper! You would have thought I had a hollow leg!  I haven’t eaten that much since I was a teenager and my mother referred to me often as a bottomless pit.  So I admit that I did eat before going to bed but you can’t begrudge a starving man a crust of bread, can you?  You may wish to argue with me about this, telling me that I should mend my ways if I want to sleep at night but must we haggle over every little infraction of Annie’s advice? 

As I mentioned, I had tried other techniques for getting a good night’s rest.  I had even tried reading a book before retiring to act as a soporific but the book I chose, “Grisly Tales of Horror, Luridly Illustrated”, induced me to cower under the covers with the lights on.   I thought there was a slim chance that I might listen to some soothing music and be lulled to sleep.  My radio was at hand so I turned it on but was met with an  incessant cacophony of noise reminiscent of cats being tortured.  Some hard rock or metal band, no doubt. I changed channels and found an opera where somebody was singing in incomprehensible Italian about why plumbers charge so much.  Mercifully, it was almost at an end because the fat lady was singing (well she SOUNDED fat!) and then she quit.  Maybe she had to go see a man about a horse.  More likely, she was carried off by a flock of deaf birds of prey who wouldn’t be bothered by her singing.

Finally, I gave up on sleep and came out here to write this email to you all.

Take care,
Kevin





2013-0622 Letter/Audio


22Jun13
Hi All –

I hope you are all enjoying this beautiful weather!  I see in the newspaper that there is a chance of rain soon.  I hope so, we could use some rain.  Now, I can hear you asking, “Why do you need rain?  Are you out of water?  Did you forget to pay your water bill?”  My answer, of course, is no, I did not forget to pay the water bill.  You’ve missed the bull’s eye on this one.  More to the point, we need the rain to help water all the vegetation in the area, to increase the amount of water in our reservoirs and to add to the water table.   I know this is a ho-hum issue for some of you, truly boring and about as exciting as watching paint dry.  But other people find this an interesting topic.  And no, I don’t know who those people are.  Maybe they’re in the intermediate group. 

I mentioned in class that I would look up what “ho-dad” meant because it is one of the 67 English words that I don’t know.  Fortunately, when I arrived home, my dictionary was at hand so I immediately looked it up.  I didn’t want this responsibility gnawing at me any longer.  The term “ho-dad” stems from the 1950’s and was used to denote a non-surfer who spent time at the beach masquerading as a surfer, ostensibly to attract girls in bikinis.  Having never surfed in my life, I was unfamiliar with the term.  I have, however, been to the beach and I even saw a girl there once.  Of course at that time, being a poor college student, I had the look of a ghetto dweller who already had been taken to the cleaners by confidence men.  She quickly deduced that I was penniless and could not make ends meet so she had no interest in me. Now is that irrefutable proof that women are more interested in money than love?

Well, if you ever want other terms defined, I am at your disposal.  I mean, if you were in my shoes, wouldn’t you do the same?  On these warm, sunny days, you can find me in the nearest nickelodeon, watching a silent movie.  Or perhaps at Johnny Rocket’s, the burger joint that has table-top jukeboxes which play popular songs from the 50’s for a nickel.  Johnny Rocket’s is not a high-class eating establishment, you’ll find no obsequious waiters fawning over every customer.  When I was there, the ambience was shattered by a noise from outside.  Some college students in a truck were going through the garbage; the driver evidently was sleepy because his head drooped down far enough to honk the horn.  Well THAT woke everybody up as the blare of a truck horn is somewhat more strident than the gentle murmuring of, say, a babbling brook.  Hopefully, that was a wake-up call to the driver to abstain from driving while exhausted.  They immediately left as stealthily as they could but they were a day late and a dollar short because everyone was already staring at them. 

Take care,
Kevin



2013-0614 Letter/Audio


Hi All –

I’m afraid I led you down the garden path (I misled you) when I explained the meaning of “Namby pamby” and the shock of what I’ve done is gnawing at me.   I told you it meant “undecided” but what it really means is “lacking, energy, strength or courage – feeble or effeminate in behavior or expression.”  As a noun, it means “a feeble or effeminate person.” 

Well, feeling uncertain about its meaning, I was ambivalent whether to define it or plead ignorance.  I didn’t want to  appear wishy-washy (yes, the hyphen should be used) so went with the definition I gave you (which is what I thought it probably meant.) 

As you see, I AM getting older.  The handwriting is on the wall – my memory is going.  The eleventh hour stealthily approaches and soon every confidence man between here and Altoona will be descending upon me like vultures to roadkill wanting to squeeze every last greenback I have out of me.   I will have to sleep with one eye open to keep safe.  It’s probably a good thing that I’ve made this mistake because it’s a wake-up call (yes, the hyphen is needed; you can buy a good supply of hyphens on Amazon) to be more careful with what I say.  I needed this dose of reality. 

Now before you start pelting me with love apples, confiscating my white board markers and using coarse, vulgar language to describe my waning capabilities, please take a moment to savor the good times we’ve had. 

Have a great FATHER’S DAY!!

Kevin


2013-0608 Letter/Audio



Hi All –

In our last class, I think there may have been some confusion between “nervous” and “scared.”  What constitutes the difference?  I’m not exactly sure how to proceed to make this crystal clear; I’m  just playing it by ear.  Winging it, if you will.  Making it up as I go along.   So my answer may be a little shaky.  Or it could be completely right; spot on.  Yeah, fat chance of THAT happening.

Anyway, this is a good time to address this issue, since it is fresh in your minds.  You know, it’s best to strike when the iron’s hot.  Anyway, I’m hoping there’s a slim chance that you still remember our class.   If you were in my shoes, how would you proceed?  Maybe by giving some definitions.  Well, as I’m trying to explain this stuff, the go-getters among you can be my backseat drivers and offer suggestions.

 Here are some definitions, freely presented with no strings attached:

Nervous - easily agitated or alarmed; tending to be anxious; highly strung

Scared – fearful, frightened. 

Clear as mud now, right?  (Meaning it isn’t clear at all!)  Truly, those definitions sound pretty much the same but here is how I tend to think about it:

To be nervous about something is to be apprehensive or anxious about something that isn’t clearly defined; usually a worry about something which may happen in the future.  You might be a young woman going out on her first date and experiencing nervousness, walking around on pins and needles, with butterflies in her stomach and a million unanswered questions.  What if he doesn’t show up?  What if we don’t know what to talk about?  What if he struggles to make ends meet and doesn’t have any money to pay?  What if he calls me the apple of his eye or uses terms of endearment like “Honey” on this first date?  (Now I’m feeling itchy!) What if he just patronizes me, acting kindly but in a way to show how superior he is?  Or even most horrible of all, what if he has Hong Kong Foot?  Any offspring you might have would probably inherit this disease of civilization.  So there you are, more nervous than a long-tailed cat in a room full of rocking chairs.

Oh, sorry, I’m having a senior moment.  What were we talking about?  Oh yes, nervousness versus being scared. 

To be scared of something is to be afraid in a current situation.  When you are walking out to your car at night in a dimly lit parking lot in some ghetto and there is a gang of rough-looking men nearby, then you are scared and start shaking like a leaf.  ( I always carry a leaf around for the purposes of comparison.  If the leaf shakes as much as I do, then I know I’m scared. )  The facts are irrefutable: this is a dangerous situation, the outcome possibly grave enough to cause a sea change in your life.  The peril is clear in your mind – these ruffians might approach you and pressure you into buying Boy Scout cookies.  Or they may steal everything from you, taking lock, stock and barrel.  Naturally, it’s best not to prejudge these fellows, they may have congregated just to celebrate Father’s Day (while their wives ignore them in favor of Mother’s Day) so best not to complain about the splinter in their eyes until you deal with the beam in your own eyes.

OK, I’ve rambled on too long.  It’s time for me to see a man about a horse.  Or maybe it’s a dog.

Farewell,
Kevin




2013-0602 Letter/Audio


02Jun13
Hi All –

I hope you are enjoying this beautiful weekend!  I certainly am.  Kathleen had a tantalizing thought the other day – we should arrange periodic get-togethers with our two sons and their families.  But how?  Then out of the clear, blue sky it hit me.  Actually the idea hit her but since it is a good idea, I thought I might try to steal the credit.  Anyway, one son lives near Sacramento with his wife and daughter, the other in Rohnert Park with his wife.  Both are renting which is probably good because, had they bought homes earlier, their homes would probably still be underwater.  

So, both of us having itchy feet and a bit of wanderlust, we decided (I use the word “we” ‘cause I’m still trying to share the credit for this unimpeachable idea) to meet for breakfast at the Black Bear Diner in Vacaville.  Now if you’ve never eaten there, they serve huge amounts of food; I think my breakfast could have fed the state of Minnesota.  Their sweet cream pancakes are to die for – if carbs were a narcotic, this is how they would be packaged.  And, to top it off, they have a little dish of sweetmeats available on the counter as you leave.  They do serve lunch as well so if you wanted, say, chicken stew flavored with the sweetbreads, you could have that.  So that’s what we did on Saturday.  Met for breakfast, that is, not order the stew. 

It is difficult for us all to get together because of work schedules.  Now that I’m retired and no longer need to be the breadwinner or wear as many hats, my time is very flexible.  You must understand that normally I don’t like to travel.  I’m usually as reluctant to travel as a nun is to attend an AA meeting.  But meeting in Vacaville was really a good idea.  And, yes, I don’t get to claim the credit but just you wait.  My time is coming.  After all, every dog has its day.  


Cheers!

Kevin

Book Suggestions


Book Suggestions
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Funny in Farsi: A Memoir of Growing up Iranian in America – Firoozeh Dumas
Call #  979.49 Dumas

In 1972, when she was seven, Firoozeh Dumas and her family moved from Iran to Southern California, arriving with no firsthand knowledge of this country beyond her father’s glowing memories of his graduate school years here. More family soon followed, and the clan has been here ever since.

Funny in Farsi chronicles the American journey of Dumas’s wonderfully engaging family: her engineer father, a sweetly quixotic dreamer who first sought riches on Bowling for Dollars and in Las Vegas, and later lost his job during the Iranian revolution; her elegant mother, who never fully mastered English (nor cared to); her uncle, who combated the effects of American fast food with an army of miraculous American weight-loss gadgets; and Firoozeh herself, who as a girl changed her name to Julie, and who encountered a second wave of culture shock when she met and married a Frenchman, becoming part of a one-couple melting pot.

In a series of deftly drawn scenes, we watch the family grapple with American English (hot dogs and hush puppies?—a complete mystery), American traditions (Thanksgiving turkey?—an even greater mystery, since it tastes like nothing), and American culture (Firoozeh’s parents laugh uproariously at Bob Hope on television, although they don’t get the jokes even when she translates them into Farsi).

Above all, this is an unforgettable story of identity, discovery, and the power of family love. It is a book that will leave us all laughing—without an accent.

The Palace of Illusions – Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni
Call # Fiction Divakar Chitra

Taking us back to a time that is half history, half myth and wholly magical, The Palace of Illusions gives new voice to Panchaali, the fire-born heroine of the Mahabharat, as she weaves a vibrant interpretation of an ancient tale. Married to five royal husbands who have been cheated out of their father's kingdom, Panchaali aids their quest to reclaim their birthright, remaining at their side through years of exile and a terrible civil war. But she cannot deny her complicated friendship with the enigmatic Krishna—or her secret attraction to the mysterious man who is her husbands' most dangerous enemy—as she is caught up in the ever-manipulating hands of fate.


Arranged Marriage: Stories - Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni
Call # SS Divakar Chitra

Although Chitra Divakaruni's poetry has won praise and awards for many years, it is her "luminous, exquisitely crafted prose" (Ms.) that is quickly making her one of the brightest rising stars in the changing face of American literature. Arranged Marriage, her first collection of stories, spent five weeks on the San Francisco Chronicle bestseller list and garnered critical acclaim that would have been extraordinary for even a more established author.For the young girls and women brought to life in these stories, the possibility of change, of starting anew, is both as terrifying and filled with promise as the ocean that separates them from their homes in India. From the story of a young bride whose fairy-tale vision of California is shattered when her husband is murdered and she must face the future on her own, to a proud middle-aged divorced woman determined to succeed in San Francisco, Divakaruni's award-winning poetry fuses here with prose for the first time to create eleven devastating portraits of women on the verge of an unforgettable transformation.

The Notebook – Nicholas Sparks
Call # Fiction Sparks Nichola

In 1932, two North Carolina teenagers from opposite sides of the tracks fall in love. Spending one idyllic summer together in the small town of New Bern, Noah Calhoun and Allie Nelson do not meet again for 14 years. Noah has returned from WWII to restore the house of his dreams, having inherited a large sum of money. Allie, programmed by family and the "caste system of the South" to marry an ambitious, prosperous man, has become engaged to powerful attorney Lon Hammond. When she reads a newspaper story about Noah's restoration project, she shows up on his porch step, re-entering his life for two days. Will Allie leave Lon for Noah? The book's slim dimensions and cliche-ridden prose will make comparisons to The Bridges of Madison County inevitable. What renders Sparks's (Wokini: A Lakota Journey of Happiness and Self-Understanding) sentimental story somewhat distinctive are two chapters, which take place in a nursing home in the '90s, that frame the central story. The first sets the stage for the reading of the eponymous notebook, while the later one takes the characters into the land beyond happily ever after, a future rarely examined in books of this nature. Early on, Noah claims that theirs may be either a tragedy or a love story, depending on the perspective. Ultimately, the judgment is up to readers?be they cynics or romantics. For the latter, this will be a weeper.

Nickel and Dimed:  On (Not) Getting By in America – Barbara Ehrenreich
Call # 305.569 Ehrenre 2011

Our sharpest and most original social critic goes "undercover" as an unskilled worker to reveal the dark side of American prosperity.

Millions of Americans work full time, year round, for poverty-level wages. In 1998, Barbara Ehrenreich decided to join them. She was inspired in part by the rhetoric surrounding welfare reform, which promised that a job -- any job -- can be the ticket to a better life. But how does anyone survive, let alone prosper, on $6 an hour? To find out, Ehrenreich left her home, took the cheapest lodgings she could find, and accepted whatever jobs she was offered. Moving from Florida to Maine to Minnesota, she worked as a waitress, a hotel maid, a cleaning woman, a nursing-home aide, and a Wal-Mart sales clerk. She lived in trailer parks and crumbling residential motels. Very quickly, she discovered that no job is truly "unskilled," that even the lowliest occupations require exhausting mental and muscular effort. She also learned that one job is not enough; you need at least two if you int to live indoors.

Nickel and Dimed reveals low-rent America in all its tenacity, anxiety, and surprising generosity -- a land of Big Boxes, fast food, and a thousand desperate stratagems for survival. Read it for the smoldering clarity of Ehrenreich's perspective and for a rare view of how "prosperity" looks from the bottom. You will never see anything -- from a motel bathroom to a restaurant meal -- in quite the same way again.

The Samurai’s Garden: A Novel – Gail Tsukiyama
Call #  Fiction Tsukiyam Gail

The daughter of a Chinese mother and a Japanese father, Tsukiyama uses the Japanese invasion of China during the late 1930s as a somber backdrop for her unusual story about a 20-year-old Chinese painter named Stephen who is sent to his family's summer home in a Japanese coastal village to recover from a bout with tuberculosis. Here he is cared for by Matsu, a reticent housekeeper and a master gardener. Over the course of a remarkable year, Stephen learns Matsu's secret and gains not only physical strength, but also profound spiritual insight. Matsu is a samurai of the soul, a man devoted to doing good and finding beauty in a cruel and arbitrary world, and Stephen is a noble student, learning to appreciate Matsu's generous and nurturing way of life and to love Matsu's soulmate, gentle Sachi, a woman afflicted with leprosy.


Snow Flower and the Secret Fan – Lisa See
Call #  Fiction See Lisa

In nineteenth-century China, in a remote Hunan county, a girl named Lily, at the tender age of seven, is paired with a laotong, an “old same,” in an emotional match that will last a lifetime. The laotong, Snow Flower, introduces herself by sending Lily a silk fan on which she’s written a poem in nu shu, a unique language that Chinese women created in order to communicate in secret, away from the influence of men. As the years pass, Lily and Snow Flower send messages on the fan and compose stories on handkerchiefs, reaching out of isolation to share their hopes, dreams, and accomplishments. Together they endure the agony of footbinding and reflect upon their arranged marriages, their loneliness, and the joys and tragedies of motherhood. The two find solace in their friendship, developing a bond that keeps their spirits alive. But when a misunderstanding arises, their relationship suddenly threatens to tear apart.


The Muslim Next Door:  The Qur’an, the Media, and That Veil Thing – Sumbul Ali-Karamali
Call #: 297 Alikara

Since 9/11, stories about Muslims and the Islamic world have flooded headlines, politics, and water-cooler conversations all across the country. And, although Americans hear about Islam on a daily basis, there remains no clear explanation of Islam or its people. The Muslim Next Door offers easy-to-understand yet academically sound answers to these questions while also dispelling commonly held misconceptions. Written from the point of view of an American Muslim, the book addresses what readers in the Western world are most curious about, beginning with the basics of Islam and how Muslims practice their religion before easing into more complicated issues like jihad, Islamic fundamentalism, and the status of women in Islam. Author Sumbul Ali-Karamali's vivid anecdotes about growing up Muslim and female in the West, along with her sensitive, scholarly overview of Islam, combine for a uniquely insightful look at the world's fastest growing religion.



Veil of Roses – Laura Fitzgerald
Call #  Central Fiction Fitzgerald L   (At Santa Clara County Library)

This compelling debut follows one spirited young woman from the confines of Iran to the intoxicating freedom of America—where she discovers not only an enticing new country but the roots of her own independence. . . .

Tamila Soroush wanted it all. But in the Islamic Republic of Iran, dreams are a dangerous thing for a girl. Knowing they can never come true, Tami abandons them. . . . Until her twenty-fifth birthday, when her parents give her a one-way ticket to America, hoping she will “go and wake up her luck.” If they have their way, Tami will never return to Iran . . . which means she has three months to find a husband in America. Three months before she’s sent back for good.

From her first Victoria’s Secret bra to her first ride on a motor scooter to her first country line-dance, Tami drinks in the freedom of an American girl. Inspired to pursue her passion for photography, she even captures her adventures on film. But looming over her is the fact that she must find an Iranian-born husband before her visa expires. To complicate matters, her friendship with Ike, a young American man, has grown stronger. And it is becoming harder for Tami to ignore the forbidden feelings she has for him.

It’s in her English as a second language classes that Tami finds a support system. With the encouragement of headstrong Eva, loyal Nadia, and Agata and Josef, who are carving out a love story of their own, perhaps Tami can keep dreaming—and find a way to stay in America.


Dreaming in English – Laura Fitzgerald  ( A sequel to Veil of Roses)
Call #: Fiction  Fitzger Laura

Knowing she could never be happy in Iran, Tamila Soroush took her mother's advice to "Go and wake up your luck" and joined her sister in the United States. Now, after a spur-of-the-moment exchange of "I do"s with her true love, Ike Hanson, Tami is eager to start her new life.

But not everyone is pleased with their marriage, and Tami's happily- ever-after is no sure thing. With an interview with Immigration looming, Tami wonders if she's got the right stuff when it comes to love, American-style. Maybe her luck is running out. Or maybe she'll stand up for herself and claim her American dream.

Having Our Say:  The Delany Sisters’ First 100 Years – Sarah L. Delany, A. Elizabeth Delany, Amy Hil Hearth
Call #: 929.2089 Delany

Warm, feisty, and intelligent, the Delany sisters speak their mind in a book that is at once a vital historical record and a moving portrait of two remarkable women who continued to love, laugh, and embrace life after over a hundred years of living side by side.

Their sharp memories show us the post-Reconstruction South and Booker T. Washington; Harlem's Golden Age and Langston Hughes, W.E.B. Du Bois, and Paul Robeson. Bessie breaks barriers to become a dentist; Sadie quietly integrates the New York City system as a high school teacher. Their extraordinary story makes an important contribution to our nation's heritage--and an indelible impression on our lives.


The Joy Luck Club – Amy Tan
Call #:  Fiction Tan Amy

Four mothers, four daughters, four families whose histories shift with the four winds depending on who's "saying" the stories. In 1949 four Chinese women, recent immigrants to San Francisco, begin meeting to eat dim sum, play mahjong, and talk. United in shared unspeakable loss and hope, they call themselves the Joy Luck Club. Rather than sink into tragedy, they choose to gather to raise their spirits and money. "To despair was to wish back for something already lost. Or to prolong what was already unbearable." Forty years later the stories and history continue.
With wit and sensitivity, Amy Tan examines the sometimes painful, often tender, and always deep connection between mothers and daughters. As each woman reveals her secrets, trying to unravel the truth about her life, the strings become more tangled, more entwined. Mothers boast or despair over daughters, and daughters roll their eyes even as they feel the inextricable tightening of their matriarchal ties. Tan is an astute storyteller, enticing readers to immerse themselves into these lives of complexity and mystery.

First Ladies of the White House – Nancy Skarmeas

A companion volume to Our Presidents, First Ladies of the White House tells of the remarkable women who have accompanied their husbands to the White House to make distinctive contributions to American life.

Lone Woman:  The Story of Elizabeth Blackwell, the First Woman Doctor – Dorothy Clarke Wilson
Call #  Central 921 B632  (At Santa Clara County Library)

The definitive well-researched biography focusing on the first woman doctor in America. The many changes of scene and of fortune in Blackwell's life, combined with her penchant for seeking new challenges, make her a lively biography subject.

Up against the limitations of American medicine in the early 1800s & how women suffered at the hands of male physicians, came, from a close-knit family of Dissenters who emigrated from England, a single-minded young woman determined to become a surgeon. A few physicians rallied to her cause, becoming sponsors, but no medical schools would admit her except, eventually, Geneva Medical College of Western New York, and that was actually the result of a joke. The many personal and professional hurdles that Blackwell had to overcome in order to succeed are detailed in this well-documented narrative, preesented within the context of her social and intellectual milieu, her teaching career, and the community of medicine during her lifetime.

Nightingales:  The Extraordinary Upbringing and Curious Life of Miss Florence Nightingale – Gillian Gill
Call #:  610.7309 Nightin Gill

Florence Nightingale was for a time the most famous woman in Britain–if not the world. We know her today primarily as a saintly character, perhaps as a heroic reformer of Britain’s health-care system. The reality is more involved and far more fascinating. In an utterly beguiling narrative that reads like the best Victorian fiction, acclaimed author Gillian Gill tells the story of this richly complex woman and her extraordinary family.
Born to an adoring wealthy, cultivated father and a mother whose conventional facade concealed a surprisingly unfettered intelligence, Florence was connected by kinship or friendship to the cream of Victorian England’s intellectual aristocracy. Though moving in a world of ease and privilege, the Nightingales came from solidly middle-class stock with deep traditions of hard work, natural curiosity, and moral clarity. So it should have come as no surprise to William Edward and Fanny Nightingale when their younger daughter, Florence, showed an early passion for helping others combined with a precocious bent for power.
Far more problematic was Florence’s inexplicable refusal to marry the well-connected Richard Monckton Milnes. As Gill so brilliantly shows, this matrimonial refusal was at once an act of religious dedication and a cry for her freedom–as a woman and as a leader. Florence’s later insistence on traveling to the Crimea at the height of war to tend to wounded soldiers was all but incendiary–especially for her older sister, Parthenope, whose frustration at being in the shade of her more charismatic sibling often led to illness.
Florence succeeded beyond her wildest dreams. But at the height of her celebrity, at the age of thirty-seven, she retired to her bedroom and remained there for most of the rest of her life, allowing visitors only by appointment.
Combining biography, politics, social history, and consummate storytelling, Nightingales is a dazzling portrait of an amazing woman, her difficult but loving family, and the high Victorian era they so perfectly epitomized. Beautifully written, witty, and irresistible, Nightingales is truly a tour de force.

Woman of Valor: Clara Barton and the Civil War – Stephen B. Oates
Call #: 973.775 Barton Oates

When the Civil War broke out, Clara Barton wanted more than anything to be a Union soldier, an impossible dream for a thirty-nine-year-old woman, who stood a slender five feet tall. Determined to serve, she became a veritable soldier, a nurse, and a one-woman relief agency operating in the heart of the conflict. Now, award-winning author Stephen B. Oates, drawing on archival materials not used by her previous biographers, has written the first complete account of Clara Barton's active engagement in the Civil War.
By the summer of 1862, with no institutional affiliation or official government appointment, but impelled by a sense of duty and a need to heal, she made her way to the front lines and the heat of battle. Oates tells the dramatic story of this woman who gave the world a new definition of courage, supplying medical relief to the wounded at some of the most famous battles of the war -- including Second Bull Run, Antietam, Fredericksburg, Battery Wagner, the Wilderness, Spotsylvania, and Petersburg. Under fire with only her will as a shield, she worked while ankle deep in gore, in hellish makeshift battlefield hospitals -- a bullet-riddled farmhouse, a crumbling mansion, a windblown tent. Committed to healing soldiers' spirits as well as their bodies, she served not only as nurse and relief worker, but as surrogate mother, sister, wife, or sweetheart to thousands of sick, wounded, and dying men.
Her contribution to the Union was incalculable and unique. It also became the defining event in Barton's life, giving her the opportunity as a woman to reach out for a new role and to define a new profession. Nursing, regarded as a menial service before the war, became a trained, paid occupation after the conflict. Although Barton went on to become the founder and first president of the Red Cross, the accomplishment for which she is best known, A Woman of Valor convinces us that her experience on the killing fields of the Civil War was her most extraordinary achievement.

The Killing of Karen Silkwood: The Story Behind the Kerr-McGee Plutonium Case – Richard L. Rashke
Call #:  346.7303 Rashke

Karen Silkwood, an employee of the Kerr-McGee plutonium processing plant, was killed in a car crash on her way to deliver important documents to a newspaper reporter in 1974. Silkwood was a union activist concerned about health and safety issues at the plant, and her death at age twenty-eight was considered by many to be highly suspicious. Was it Kerr-McGee's revenge on a troublesome whistle-blower? Or was it part of a much larger conspiracy reaching from the Atomic Energy Commission to the FBI and the CIA? Richard Rashke leads us through the myriad of charges and countercharges, theories and facts, and reaches conclusions based solely on the evidence in hand.
Originally published in 1981, his book offers a vivid, edgy picture of the tensions that racked this country in the 1970s. However, the volume is not only an important historical document. Complex, fascinating characters populate this compelling insider's view of the nuclear industry. The issues it explores-whistle-blowers, worker safety, the environment, and nuclear vulnerability-have not lost relevance today, twenty-six years after Silkwood's white Honda Civic was found trapped in a concrete culvert near Oklahoma City. For this second edition, Rashke has added a preface and three short chapters that explore what has been learned about Silkwood since the book's original publication, explain what happened to the various actors in the drama, and discuss the long-term effects of the events around Silkwood's death.

The No. 1 Ladies’ Detective Agency – Alexander McCall Smith
Call #  PB McCall

Meet Mma Ramotswe, the endearing, engaging, simply irresistible proprietress of The No. 1 Ladies Detective Agency, the first and only detective agency in Botswana. With persistent observation, gentle intuition, and a keen desire to help people with the problems of their lives, she solves mysteries great and small for friends and strangers alike.

1st to Die (Women’s Murder Club) – James Patterson
Call #  Fiction Patters James

Imagine a killer who thinks, "What is the worst thing anyone has ever done?"--and then goes far beyond it. Now imagine four women --a police detective, an assistant DA, a reporter, and a medical examiner --who join forces as they sidestep their bosses to track down criminals. Known as the Women's Murder Club, they are pursuing a murderer whose twisted imagination has stunned an entire city. Their chief suspect is a socially prominent writer, but the men in charge won't touch him. On the trail of the most terrifying and unexpected killer ever, they discover a shocking surprise that turns everything about the case upside down.

Kitchen Table Wisdom – Rachel Naomi Remen
Call # 610.92 Remen

Praised by everyone from Bernie Siegel to Daniel Goleman to Larry Dossey, Rachel Remen has a unique perspective on healing rooted in her background as a physician, a professor of medicine, a therapist, and a long-term survivor of chronic illness. In a deeply moving and down-to-earth collection of true stories, this prominent physician shows us life in all its power and mystery and reminds us that the things we cannot measure may be the things that ultimately sustain and enrich our lives.

My Grandfather’s Blessings: Stories of Strength, Refuge and Belonging – Rachel Naomi Remen
Call # 296.7 Remen

In My Grandfather's Blessings, Rachel Naomi Remen, a cancer physician and master storyteller, uses her luminous stories to remind us of the power of our kindness and the joy of being alive.
Dr. Remen's grandfather, an orthodox rabbi and scholar of the Kabbalah, saw life as a web of connection and knew that everyone belonged to him, and that he belonged to everyone. He taught her that blessing one another is what fills our emptiness, heals our loneliness, and connects us more deeply to life.
Life has given us many more blessings than we have allowed ourselves to receive. My Grandfather's Blessings is about how we can recognize and receive our blessings and bless the life in others. Serving others heals us. Through our service we will discover our own wholeness—and the way to restore hidden wholeness in the world.

What Got You Here Won’t Get You There – Marshall Goldsmith
Call #: 650.1 GOLDSMI

The corporate world is filled with men and women who have worked hard to reach upper level management. They're intelligent, skilled, and even charismatic. But only a handful of them will ever reach the pinnacle — and as executive coach Marshall Goldsmith shows in this book, subtle nuances make all the difference. These are small transactional flaws performed by one person against another that, using Goldsmith's straightforward, jargonfree advice, are easy behaviors to change.

The Brilliant Book of Calm – Tania Ahsan

For most of us, trying to find a moment of peace in our hectic schedule is like searching for a needle in a haystack. When faced with a crisis it's more likely that we'll fly into a panic than calmly assess the situation and formulate a plan to deal with the problem. With the help of The brilliant book of calm you can take charge of your life like never before, so that when push comes to shove and the proverbial hits the fan, all you need to do is take a deep breath before you deal with whatever life has thrown at you. Packed with advice on how to slow down, calm down and find your inner Zen master, The brilliant book of calm will help you find and maintain a balanced perspective on life, so that you can deal with anything. Whether you're permanently stressed-out or just in need of a bit of a push in a calmer direction, Tania Ahsan's road-tested advice will enable you to live a calmer, richer and happier life.

The Street of a Thousand Blossoms – Gail Tsukiyama
Call #  Fiction Tsukiyam Gail

It is Tokyo in 1939. On the Street of a Thousand Blossoms, two orphaned brothers dream of a future firmly rooted in tradition. The older boy, Hiroshi, shows early signs of promise at the national obsession of sumo wrestling, while Kenji is fascinated by the art of Noh theater masks. 

But as the ripples of war spread to their quiet neighborhood, the brothers must put their dreams on hold—and forge their own paths in a new Japan. Meanwhile, the two young daughters of a renowned sumo master find their lives increasingly intertwined with the fortunes of their father’s star pupil, Hiroshi. The Street of a Thousand Blossoms is a powerfully moving masterpiece about tradition and change, loss and renewal, and love and family.

Dreaming Water – Gail Tsukiyama
Call #  Fiction Tsukiyam Gail

Bestselling author Gail Tsukiyama is known for her poignant, subtle insights into the most complicated of relationships. Dreaming Water is an exploration of two of the richest and most layered human connections that exist: mother and daughter and lifelong friends.

Hana is suffering from Werner's syndrome, a disease that makes a person age at twice the rate of a healthy individual: at thirty-eight Hana has the appearance of an eighty-year-old. Cate, her mother, is caring for her while struggling with her grief at losing her husband, Max, and with the knowledge that Hana's disease is getting worse by the day.

Dreaming Water is about a mother's courage, a daughter's strength, and a friend's love. It is about the importance of human dignity and the importance of all the small moments that create a life worth living.


Women of the Silk – Gail Tsukiyama
Call #  Fiction Tsukiyam Gail

In Women of the Silk Gail Tsukiyama takes her readers back to rural China in 1926, where a group of women forge a sisterhood amidst the reeling machines that reverberate and clamor in a vast silk factory from dawn to dusk. Leading the first strike the village has ever seen, the young women use the strength of their ambition, dreams, and friendship to achieve the freedom they could never have hoped for on their own. Tsukiyama's graceful prose weaves the details of "the silk work" and Chinese village life into a story of courage and strength.

The Language of Threads – Gail Tsukiyama
Call #  Fiction Tsukiyam Gail

Readers of Women of the Silk never forgot the moving, powerful story of Pei, brought to work in the silk house as a girl, grown into a quiet but determined young woman whose life is subject to cruel twists of fate, including the loss of her closest friend, Lin. Now we finally learn what happened to Pei, as she leaves the silk house for Hong Kong in the 1930s, arriving with a young orphan, Ji Shen, in her care. Her first job, in the home of a wealthy family, ends in disgrace, but soon Pei and Ji Shen find a new life in the home of Mrs. Finch, a British ex-patriate who welcomes them as the daughters she never had. Their idyllic life is interrupted, however, by war, and the Japanese occupation. Pei is once again forced to make her own way, struggling to survive and to keep her extended family alive as well. In this story of hardship and survival, Tsukiyama paints a portrait of women fighting the forces of war and time to make a life for themselves.

Night of Many Dreams – Gail Tsukiyama
Call #  Fiction Tsukiyam Gail

As World War II threatens their comfortable life in Hong Kong, young Joan and Emma Lew escape with their family to spend the war years in Macao. When they return home, Emma develops a deep interest in travel and sets her sights on an artistic life in San Francisco, while Joan turns to movies and thoughts of romance to escape the pressures of her real life. As the girls become women, each follows a path different from what her family expects. But through periods of great happiness and sorrow, the sisters learn that their complicated ties to each other--and to the other members of their close-knit family--are a source of strength as they pursue their separate dreams.


The Circuit – Francisco Jimenez
Call #  J/ PB Jimenez

After dark in a Mexican border town, a father holds open a hole in a wire fence as his wife and two small boys crawl through.

So begins life in the United States for many people every day. And so begins this collection of twelve autobiographical stories by Santa Clara University professor Francisco Jiminez, who at the age of four illegally crossed the border with his family in 1947.

"The Circuit," the story of young Panchito and his trumpet, is one of the most widely anthologized stories in Chicano literature. At long last, Jiminez offers more about the wise, sensitive little boy who has grown into a role model for subsequent generations of immigrants.

These independent but intertwined stories follow the family through their circuit, from picking cotton and strawberries to topping carrots--and back again--over a number of years. As it moves from one labor camp to the next, the little family of four grows into ten. Impermanence and poverty define their lives. But with faith, hope, and back-breaking work, the family endures.

Breaking Through – Francisco Jimenez
Call #  J/ PB Jimenez

At the age of fourteen, Francisco Jiménez, together with his older brother Roberto and his mother, are caught by la migra. Forced to leave their home, the entire family travels all night for twenty hours by bus, arriving at the U.S. and Mexican border in Nogales, Arizona. In the months and years that follow, Francisco, his mother and father, and his seven brothers and sister not only struggle to keep their family together, but also face crushing poverty, long hours of labor, and blatant prejudice. How they sustain their hope, their goodheartedness, and tenacity is revealed in this moving sequel to The Circuit. Without bitterness or sentimentality, Francisco Jiménez finishes telling the story of his youth.