My goodies that I won from the awesome Beth Revis!!! (Turkish Delight will send you into a sugar coma…I recommend small bites.)
I am NOT a fan of the winter months. Sure, I like Christmas and Thanksgiving and New Year’s but I suppose when you live in Louisiana and there is no snow or anything else that remotely makes you feel wintery, it’s just not fun. I mean, we have the freaking cold weather. But cold ass weather and looking outside to only see damp concrete is downright depressing.
I would like it to snow or I would like it to be March.
Several years ago, I started working at another library system in my college town. I was hired as the Young Adult Coordinator and I was only 19 years old…barely older than some of my teens. I sucked. Pretty bad. I was trying and I didn’t try to get to know any of the books. Until one day, my boss, whom I admire more than he’ll ever know and care about so much (he’s now one of my closest friends), suggested that I read Boy Meets Boy by David Levithan.
I grew up in a community that was ‘sheltered’ per say but definitely everyone had their own opinion about everything. And it was highly religious. Like a big Southern Baptist ant farm. I had been involved in a lot of community theater so homosexuality wasn’t something I was unfamiliar with but I just had a few gay guy friends and I didn’t worry too much about their lives.
I am grateful for this book because it made me shake my views of homosexuality. Before, I didn’t really care about my gay friends and about their struggles and I rarely even saw them outside of the theater where they were largely accepted. Instead, it opened my eyes to a new community where gay people were…SHOCKER…just people. They went through the same things that I did as a straight girl and then again, they went through a lot of hell to be the person they were. Some endured too much. Others didn’t have a problem. But by and large, this book taught me that tolerance isn’t really enough. It taught me about acceptance and about welcoming everyone in my life on equal levels.
I admit, I still sometimes use the word ‘gay’ in the wrong and offensive way. I’m trying really hard to change that. I even have queer members of my own family. But I am still, years later, shaping my views in a way that I will be able to teach my son about the world and make him appreciate everyone for who they are and for their awesomeness, not predisposed notions of a person based on their sex or choices of mates.
Thanks, Beth Revis, for giving me an opportunity to speak a little about my book.
Joss Whedon (via corona-borealis)
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My handsome son, Evan. He may never know it but he saved my life and his presence on this Earth keeps me grounded. I love him so much.
For a long time I have contemplating writing a blog of some sorts but I never seemed to find the time to set it up or think that my posts would be interesting enough for people to read. I mean, my day consists of the following: wake up, change diaper, pack baby, drop baby off, work, pick up baby, change diaper, baby sleep, tv/hubby time, mommy sleep, repeat. Not very exciting.
But from time to time I am granted with epiphanies that lead me to post things that it does seem like other people want to read. For example, a few months past, my adult book club brought to my attention that reading young adult books was helpful in learning more about teenagers today and what they’re going through, and most often, to remind them that not that much as changed. Luckily, my author-friend/crush, Cheryl Rainfield, let me do a guest column about my ideas on her blog. (If you’re not familiar with Cheryl’s work, GET TO YOUR LOCAL LIBRARY OR BOOKSTORE AND PICK IT UP!!! She’s written two books: Scars and Hunted, both of them are ridiculously good. Trust me on this.) Cheryl emailed me and asked me if I had a blog that she could link me to and after I told her that ‘No, I unfortunately didn’t have one’, I thought to myself: Why not?
So, I decided on tumblr because one of my author crushes, Maureen Johnson, had just started one herself. And her page was pretty. And I wanted a pretty page. So, I set out to do the deed. Umm…finding a blog space that is. Can we just say that things have changed just a titch from the days of old and from when I used Xanga? Not to mention, Xanga is now like the outdated MySpace where it’s full of high school girls proclaiming their lifetime love and adoration for Edward Cullen and boys posting semi-nude pictures of women that they have no chance in hell of ever hooking up with. I’m not even linking it because it’s just…scary.
Anways…here I am. Why ‘fedorable’? At the ALA Annual Conference in New Orleans this summer, I purchased an undeniably pimp lime green fedora. While I was wearing said fedora, one of my awesome friends and co-worker said, ‘OMG Stephanie…you’re fedorable!’ And that is by far the coolest thing anyone has ever called me. So there. Oh…the hat? Ruined by the damn rain during a librarian flash mob in Jackson Square in New Orleans. Bet no one’s ever said that before…
Check…check…is this thing on?