My January Reads

In the inaugural month of my 2017 resolution to read a book a week, here are the first four, including brief synopses for those of you looking for what to read next yourself.

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Baby’s First Protest

The January 21, 2017 March on Lansing marked my first experience protesting. I showed up without a sign, without a hat, and without a clue what to expect. I worried I’d feel out of place, that there’d be chanting and I wouldn’t know the words, that I’d be questioned about my motives and wouldn’t have a strong enough political education to know how to explain what I was doing there–none of that happened.

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Staying Resolute in 2017

I’m announcing it so I can be held fully accountable: my New Year’s resolution is to read a book every week.

We’re more than halfway through January, which means we’re just reaching the point where almost half of New Year’s resolutioners lose their resolve. I’ve read a lot of advice on how to keep your 2017 resolution, but there are three tips I found especially helpful, so I’m condensing them here.

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Top Blog Posts of 2016

As we begin the new year, I thought I’d take a moment to reflect on the successes of 2016 before looking ahead. I can’t reflect upon an entire year of blogging–I only started this blog in June–but I am excited to present my best blogs of the past 7 months. Here are my top 5 posts of 2016!

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In Defense of the Dog

Regardless of the reason for doing it, killing the dog in the story feels like a cheap emotional ploy. I think it’s a common trap for new writers to fall into because we learn pretty quickly that “happy” stories are boring and even a little juvenile. Killing the dog is an easy way to impose grief on a reader because virtually everyone likes dogs.

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9/27/16

As an unemployed, stay-at-home college grad, I’ve gotten all too comfortable with my life in a state of quiet inadequacy. “Comfortable” isn’t really the word. I’m restless. And I’m trying to fix it.

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Sunday Photo Fiction: The Rocklings

It was the responsibility of the women in my family to feed the Rocklings, which were contentious, antagonistic creatures, according to my grandmother. They used to bang on their drums and march down from the mountain to plunder our village.

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Munchausen

Before this, I’m lonely.

She radiates heat. She’s half asleep, but I part her cracked lips with mine.

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18 Things I Learned My Freshman Year of College

When I first started college I found the whole experience somewhat perplexing. How do I keep up with all the coursework? How do I pretend to look interested in football? What even is a Student Union??? I attempted to track my progress throughout the year by listing my newfound knowledge in a Word document.

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Tree Climbing

grandma mends my sleeve
and soon my knotty willow
is only a stump

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