Books I’m reading…

Libraries will get you through times of no money better than money will get you through time of no libraries.
~ Anne Herbert, author of
Le Premier Jardin, Heloise, and A New Kind of Love. 

I read so many books that I have little book pyramids all over the house, and even in  my car!  I’m usually reading a novel in each room, a professional book or two, and something funny.


At first I tried keeping an updated list on this site of everything I’m reading, a mini-review, and 1-5 stars.  That didn’t leave much time for writing.


So I decided to take Mom’s advice – if I don’t have something nice to say, I don’t say anything at all. I’m just listing books that I learned from, or enjoyed.  If you have a question, a comment, or a book recommendation, send me a note!


Disclaimer ~ my taste in literature is much like my taste in music: I enjoy all genres that are written and performed by talented, creative people.


 Steig Larsson: The Millenium Series: The Girl With the Dragon Tattoo; The Girl Who Played With Fire; and The Girl Who Kicked the Hornet’s Nest.
I don’t usually read books with violence against women, and this series is extremely graphic. But Larsson’s protagonist, Lisbeth Salander, is a complex, highly intelligent character who has no plans to remain a victim. Not for those with a weak stomach or tender sensibilities. But you’d want the quirky, genius Lisbeth on your team if pitted against the bad guys in this story.


Randy Pausch – The Last Lecture. Autobiographical story from Carnegie Mellon professor, with humor, wisdom, and heart.

Mindfulness for Kids, and others!

Quote for the day: 
If you want others to be happy, practice compassion. 
If you want to be happy, practice compassion.
 ~ The Dalai Lama



When Losing Words was being published, the editor let me know that one other author was going into print with professional initials after his name.  For this piece, I’m listed as Melinda Bennington, BSW, M.Ed., instead of just Melinda Bennington.  I wouldn’t usually include post-nominals like that in a literary publication, but the subject of the poem is gerontology-related, and we thought it made sense in this instance.


I’ve taught in public school, but recently had the opportunity to combine my interests when I was invited to co-lead a Mindfulness for Children group in private practice outside Washington, D.C.  What a treat!  The person with whom I’ve been working is a wonderful Ph.D. practitioner, and simply a kind, compassionate, competent, fun person.  (You tend to run into people like that in education and in the helping professions.)


There’s research that shows that children who’ve been trained in Mindfulness strategies can see improvements in executive function, behavioral regulation, and self-concept. 😀 I’ve found secular Mindfulness meditation to be a mini-vacation for my body, mind and spirit.  And as a writer, taking time to clear the mind has helped me become more productive and creative.


It can also help with pain management. Here’s some research on meditation and pain for those, like me, who need proof:  National Institute on Health article

The bad thing about pain is it hurts.  The good thing is it’s made me more compassionate toward others who experience it, too. 


Here’s a resource for grownups who’d like to try simple meditation at home.  Guided simple meditation from Quiet Mind Cafe


Information for people interested in Mindfulness for children is:
Susan Kaiser Greenland’s Inner Kids website and
New York Times mindfulness article


Namaste! 😀


Dog leads and adaptive writing technology

Today’s dog-walking hint for the day:

Don’t wrap a dog leash around your fingers if your dog looks like the Olympic gold medalist in weight-lifting!

The good news: there was a pile of snow right next to the car at the I-95 rest area where it happened.  (FYI ~ snow makes a great first aid treatment while driving one-handed to the emergency room) Here on the east coast these rest areas are a popular spot for traveling dog breaks, both on (mine) and off leash (the other dog, not santioned).

For my writer friends, here’s what I’ll use for the next couple of months instead of typing: http://www.nuance.com/dragon/index.htmI received Dragon Naturally Speaking as a gift.  It records what I say aloud and transcribes it to text in a document.  I hear there’s now a free app for iPhone and iPad, and a Windows feature that does the same thing!

The negative is a left hand out of commission for a while, but the positive is, I wrapped the leash around my hand a few times because my rescue dog, who had absolutely no previous training when we adopted her from our ailing senior, was walking so well at heel on the new short lead that I didn’t want her to get tangled in the extra length hanging down. Good girl.
I think I’ll go back to my old favorite, the pink Flexi. (No, that’s not a supportive undergarment.)  This retractable leash is for some reason frowned upon by the tall trainer who, I presume, doesn’t have the same trouble with a “short” leash’s dragging on the ground as someone who’s just five foot six.


Here it is: The flexi-leash


My dog was a really good girl waiting in the car while I was in the emergency room. 😀 


Losing Words and writing contests

Here’s one thing I love about the journal Poets&Writers. I recently received an email from them titled…
“28 New Writing Contest Deadlines.”


Now that’s motivation!      


I just received news that my poem, Losing Words, will not fit on the page of Life In Me Like Grass On Fire: Love Poems.  I had to work on the line breaks so that the structure would still make sense – it’s an important part of the poetry.  Once the agreed-upon amount of time has passed after publication, I may resubmit or post the poem.  So, sometime after October, look for it here in its original form!  The bad news: I have to change it.  The good new: It’s being published! It was selected for publication through a writing contest. 😀


Addendum: Here is is, fit to the page!

Losing Words

I am a man, a father, and husband who loves his wife, his children, rare tortoises, boats and dogs
I am not afraid of anything, really, for I am a giant—the tallest and strongest of my peers
I am intelligent, run my own business, feel safe in my home and my life
Loved and cared for by my wife
And admired by my children;
Enjoying and enjoyed by
Friends.

I am a man, a father, and husband who loves his wife, children, rare tortoises, boat and dogs
Not afraid, for I am tallest and strongest
Run my business, safe in my home
Cared for by my wife and
Admired by my
Children.

I am a man, a husband who loves his wife, tortoises, dogs
Afraid for my business, safe in my home
Cared for by my wife and
Admire my
Children.

I am a man who loves tortoises, dog
Afraid in my home
Cared for by my
Children.

I am afraid and
Cared for by
Children.

I am afraid
Cared for.

I am.

~published in:   Life In Me Like Grass On Fire: Love Stories. Ed. Laura Shovan.  Baltimore: Maryland Writers’ Association Books, 2011.  138. Print.

Melinda Bennington, BSW, M.Ed., has worked in long term care, taught in three states, and was an award-winning teacher in Maryland.  She’s lived in eighteen towns and cities across the country, collecting images and experiences for her writing.  After raising an assortment of animals she’s down to one good dog, one great husband, and three fabulously fun kids.  She currently writes at home in Maryland and California, and on her sailboat on Chesapeake Bay.

Losing Words is a poem from Melinda’s collection, Growing Down, which explores the joys and challenges of aging.  Written from multiple points of view, the collection is inspired by personal and universal experiences, and includes not only poetry, but stories, resources, and hints for surviving the process.     

Resolutions

Happy New Year!  


After bouncing between coasts, I have landed in the middle with friends.


At eight thousand feet, in Evergreen, Colorado, the New Year was ushered in at six degrees Fahrenheit.  That’s the temperature that makes snow squeak under your boots and your nostrils constrict in self defense. The air is crisp and clean, and millions of stars light up the snow, sans moon, at this altitude. 


The sad parts of missing friends are tempered by the blissful joy of being reunited again at a New Year’s Eve party, the night after a beautiful wedding at Denver’s Brown Palace. Conversations pick up right where they last left off; friendship knows no time zones.


This morning has warmed to a sunny seventeen degrees on Evergreen’s Bears Inn front steps. There’s fresh snow, it’s beautiful, people are out walking in this crisp air, and it’s a New Year.


My resolution: keep writing!  The book I’m reading now, Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance: An Inquiry Into Values, by Robert Pirsig, was rejected 121 times before being published.


It has since sold more than five million copies. 😀