Wednesday, July 27, 2016

Are you a bibliophile?

     Good writing should force a sensational burst of emotion out of our body. It's a natural high when a particular word or phrase skips through your veins and into your brain to omit reader endorphins.  I believe these are symptoms of "reader addiction".  Or you might be a bibliophile!  Which isn't a bad thing, as long as it doesn't become obsessive and turn into bibliomania.

      If you have to get to sleep or go somewhere, and you find yourself saying, "I'll just read one more chapter," but that one chapter turns into three-you might have a problem! Reader Addiction.  Do you have books in every room or in your car?  Do you carry a book or publication with you wherever you go, just in case you might sneak a time to read?  Do you seek out a library on vacation?  Whenever you see a bookstore, does it call to your soul to enter?  When you're in a bookstore, does it fill your being with joy and excitement as if you were a child in an ice-cream store with 32 flavors to choose from?

     If you fall into this category, there are groups that can feed your addiction such as book clubs and writer's groups. If you can yank yourself away from your book!

Monday, July 4, 2016

Alienation Brings New Friends

      It was an ordinary day in the predominately white Gentile tiny Michigan town. There was only one Jew to add to it's human population. That would be me!  Light haired pale faces cluttered the waiting room at the courthouse while I waited for jury duty. Then he appeared.
A Jew.  I was beginning to think they were like the West African Black Rhinoceros - extinct! His blue and white knit yarmulke shouted his presence in the room as he approached the front desk.   My legs became strong with excitement as it pushed my body out of the chair. "My people, my people." 
 Generational stories, traditions and memories of family mingled in my mind, missing the Jewishness of life.  I walked toward the man,not really sure how to greet him. But he finished his business, rushing out the door before I could say "shalom". 
     We did not find the comradery that day.  Instead I connected with a Jamaican couple. We had a lot in common living in this town; a sense of feeling different, a bit of alienation. 

They shared what they missed about their culture and now I have a hungering for some Jerk Chicken and Rice and Peas which I will have when I accept their invitation for dinner.  Still, they do not know the meaning of a kvetch.