Demon Copperhead


“First, I got myself born. A decent crowd was on hand to watch, and they’ve always given me that much: the worst of the job was up to me, my mother being let’s just say out of it.” 

Barbara Kingsolver’s opening line is a great introduction to Demon, our young hero, who will become part of the reader’s heart and soul. It’s a magnificent tale of heartache, addiction, family, and poverty set in the Appalachia Mountains. From the very beginning Demon is burdened with tough choices. His mother is young and grieving over Demon’s dead father.  He and is mother occupy a doublewide trailer near another family, the Peggot’s who are raising their grandson because his mother is in jail. He loses important parts of his family and gains others. He shows us the hardship of foster care. This is your cast of characters: people down on their luck trying to do their best but often failing in an area of our country that has been torn apart.  I loved the book so much I could start the first page again and as I finished the last paragraph I shed some tears. 

I’m glad I finished the book when I did because I was able to devote a good amount of time to it even reading a few pages before school and during lunch. I’m feeling overwhelmed with a too long to-do list and the knowledge that I’m on too many committees.  I’m on rotation this year for observation and need to complete my professional portfolio by March 1st. I have a book fair coming my way in March. I have a district-wide tech conference and planning for our school’s literacy night both in February.  Beyond that I’m on our district’s equity committee,  and our teacher’s association, as well as daily lesson planning.  I spent most of my Sunday planning for Black History Month and a connected research project for 3rd-6th graders.  Whew. I need a night off.  

On the relaxing side I have kept up almost daily with Adriene’s January yoga challenge and that keeps me together most days.  I’m headed there now to connect and wind down for the night. 

Be well.

February Peace

It’s here and it’s brought warmer weather so I’m happy. I’m not foolish enough to think that the cold snap or #PolarVortex won’t return yet for now I’m happy to see snow melting all around us. Drip Drip

(Sally’s Baking Addiction)

I made cinnamon rolls for an event yesterday. Insomnia had me up at 5am  and I thought “I should get up and make rolls” for the state speech event we volunteered our time at yesterday morning. We didn’t get to try the rolls as they were whisked off for the judges’ break room and making them was super easy so I plan to whip them up again real soon. Just maybe not at 5am.

Last week was a crazy school week; we had school on Friday only. I was pretty lazy and did a lot of reading. Some cleaning (Maria Kondo on Netflix is great motivation) but mostly reading.  I have several books to recommend to you.

Heads of the colored people by Nafissa Thompson-Spires (2018): Excellent short stories that lifted me and educated me.  Nafissa has an amazing array of characters in these 12 well-crafted tales including two mothers who sling insults at each other through notes sent back and forth in the backpacks of their daughters, Marjorie, a woman who tries therapy because of her anger issues, Riley, a young man headed to Comic -Con, a young woman obsessed with men who’ve become amputees, and a young woman struggling with social media likes and suicidal thoughts. Here’s a great article form Electric Lit highlighting these stories and an interview with Thompson-Spires. I enjoyed this book so much I’m going to order my own copy and probably give it as gifts this year. Thank you to Verda for bringing this book (and the next one) to my attention.

Black Girls must die exhausted; a novel for grown ups by Jayne Allen (2018): “The day I turned 30, I officially departed my childhood. Not the pigtail braids, devil may care, ‘don’t get your Sunday church clothes dirty’ kind of childhood. At 30, I just knew it was the end of the dress rehearsal. I was officially grown.”  So begins our journey with Tabitha as she navigates relationships with her friends and men, and the growing demands of her television reporter position and what it means to be the only one in the office with “black perspective” as she moves up into a lead position. I felt connected to Tabitha and held her pain throughout the book which most affected me when she  argued with her girlfriends and when she was pulled over by the police car.  The raw fear of what might happen juxtaposed against what actually happened was mind-boggling for me and for Tabitha. It made it very real and highlighted, even though her experience was pleasant, very easily can go the other way. good cops/bad cops situation. I loved this casual story and look forward to reading the second.

So make some cinnamon rolls and cuddle up with a good book as February brings us one month closer to Spring.