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Summer Reading List: Going Places Again

5/30/2021

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Oh the joys of a summer trip to the library… my kids piling up more books than they can carry, me grabbing a few new release novels that will inevitably rack up late fees, and a few things I’ll never actually read (cause you’ve gotta have a backup)-- and then going home for an afternoon of family reading time and maybe getting ice cream drips on a few pages. Bliss. 

This was one of the things I missed most during the pandemic. Our library was entirely closed for the longest time, and then they did “curbside pickup only” which was fine but all things considered, hard to plan for and utterly unsatisfying. I missed the roaming and browsing, and the flexibility to just go when we had a few minutes and were in the neighborhood. I missed finding and picking up things I’d never heard of. I missed watching my kids go to their favorite sections and totally nerd out over things I know nothing about. 
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Add these tiny joys to the long list of things I will never take for granted again. 

Now the library is back! And it’s summer! Let the people rejoice. Also… what are we reading?? 

While I had a hard time focusing on ANYthing early in the pandemic, I got my reading mojo back about 6 months ago. I’ve also discovered the gift of audiobooks in recent times, so between the actual paper reading and the listening, I’ve covered some pretty good territory this year. The past year-plus has been a good reminder that a book can take you places, even when you can't go anywhere. As we (hopefully) start to go ACTUAL places again, here are some titles that I highly recommend for your summer roadtrip/hammock-lounging/beach-bumming/mountain climbing/porch-sitting adventures. 
  • The Vanishing Half,  by Brit Bennett. Shew. SO many layers. And so timely. I read it several months ago and am still processing. The outstanding writing alone makes it worth the read, but it is also a compelling story, with great characters and a strong sense of place. All my favorite things. 
  • The Giver of Stars, by Jojo Moyes. Everyone is on the Kentucky Packhorse library train these days, and I’m here for it. I liked this one a lot better than the ‘other’ book along the same topic lines that I read recently. Geographically speaking, it takes place in the vicinity of my hometown. While I was late to the party on this one, I could not put it down, and now I get what all the rage is about. Visit another place and time that will make you appreciate not only the ability to read, but the relatively easy access that we have to reading materials (even in quarantine). 
  • News of the World, by Paulette Giles. Y’all gotta know I’m a sucker for a good western-- especially one with a young female heroin. I mentioned this book in a recent post, and I stand by it as one of the best things I’ve read in years. This would be a great one to take along if you are planning a trip out west! Or just to the west-facing side of your patio. I loved this read, but  have STILL not gotten around to watching the movie, starring Tom Hanks-- even though that trailer is what made me pick up the book in the first place!
  • Anxious People,  by Fredrik Backman. First let me say I am not finished with this one yet- so no spoilers in the comments please! I am listening to the audio of this one, and I think it is a book that was meant to be listened to. I’m totally hooked. I was a HUGE fan of A Man Called Ove, but have been less enthusiastic about most of Backman’s other books. This one is back on top for me. I have NO IDEA what is happening half the time, but I don’t even care. It is genius storytelling, stunningly human, and the kind of book I wish I could write. It’s the kind of book that makes you WANT to write, which for me is the best kind. Take a listen. ​
  • A Bridge in Babylon, by Owen Chandler. You know I rarely include nonfiction on my summer reading list... But I've got a few great narrative memoirs to recommend this year, and this is one of them. My good friend Owen has written a very real, raw, and courageous reflection about U.S. military service and presence in the Middle East. When I say ‘courageous,’ I don’t just mean that he was courageous to leave his family and his congregation behind for a year and go into active deployment as chaplain in a tenuous place--it is also courageous storytelling, delving into parts of spirituality, war, and humanness with an authenticity that few are brave enough to examine (maybe, especially, in the U.S.) He takes off the veneer and asks some hard questions about what it is we are truly asking our military men and women to sacrifice. The official release date is not until June, but he’s already gotten a starred review in Publisher’s Weekly; you can pre-order here. (Speaking of spoiler alerts, Owen is going to be a guest on our podcast next week! Stay tuned.) 
  • Broken Horses, by Brandi Carlile. I adore her. I just do. It feels almost too good to be true when one of your favorite musicians puts out a book that is all about her life and her music-- but here it is. I am reading the actual physical book (the first hardback I’ve actually purchased in a LONG time) but I hear the audiobook comes with some music that she recorded for just this occasion, so I am probably going to listen to it as well. Did I mention I’m a fan?  
  • Ready Player Two, by Ernest Cline.  Admittedly not as good as the original Ready Player One. But if you were a fan of the first, you need to read this one (or listen to it, as my family did). Re-entering the world of the Oasis with Wade and his friends, it will occur to you how weirdly prophetic the concept was when it first came out 10 years ago. If you haven’t read the original, get on that first-- and prepare to be weirded out by the fictional, virtual world that Cline dreamed up a full decade before the pandemic. 
  • This Tender Land, by William Kent Krueger. Is there a better summer story than a sweeping, epic saga of four kids on the lam, making their way across the country during the Great Depression? I think not. This book had my whole heart, the whole way through. I adore the cast of kids-- not to mention Sister Eve, the traveling evangelist and miracle healer that the kids take up with for a spell. You will find yourself questioning many times whether she is the real deal or a total fraud--but the whole story has that fable/tall tale vibe about it, so I think that is rather the point. Another one you should really listen to, if that’s your thing. 
  • Caste, by Isabel Wilkerson. This book about the hierarchy that has shaped our cultural understandings should be required reading at every school-- and really, every workplace-- in America. Wilkerson won the Pulitzer Prize for The Warmth of Other Suns, and that same insightful excellence is clearly in play here. Sadly, this is America so nobody will require you to read it. But the good news is-- this is America, so you can read it (or listen, as I am doing) anyway. Please do. 
  • Born a Crime, by Trevor Noah.  I’m late to the party on this one too, but glad I eventually got here. Geez, this is outstanding. TN’s usual brilliance really shines through in his reflective storytelling about his own life and childhood in apartheid South Africa. By the end of it, I really wanted to meet his mama-- and you will too. 

Every one of these books, in its own way, has the ‘sense of place’ factor--which is to say, the power to take you places-- that makes a book magical. So whether you need a book to take on the road this summer, or you need a book to actually be the road that takes you--we’ve got you covered. Happy trails! 

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Late Bloomers

4/3/2021

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I've spent most of the week in the Blue Ridge mountains, on a much needed Spring Break trip with my fam and our friends/framily. (I hate that word, because it is so precious. But also, it is the right word sometimes. Especially during these quarantine days, when ‘framily’ are the only people we have had around for more than a year). 

After a few days of driving and hiking these mountains--on a day when we have some particularly squirrelly kids in the backseat, and a confused/homesick dog, and the men-folk are out doing mountain men mountain biking things-- I say to my friend, “is it just me, or do all these trees look...dead?”

I mean, everything else is blooming. There are flowers everywhere, and the evergreen brand of trees are looking all bright and aggressively spring-like, and the grass is neon green and just begging to be a deer snack, and life in general is coming up roses. But half of the trees in the forest around us seem… well, they have seen better days. “A little sus,” as the kids would say. Completely dry, barren and brown. Kindling. It’s not looking good. But maybe I have no idea what I’m talking about? 


“No,” my friend says, “I thought so too.” 

It really does look like half the Pisgah National forest has just decided to call it. Pandemic year + climate change + downfall of civilization. Who would blame a tree for just giving up the ghost?  

I was concerned. For the hawks swooping hopefully overhead. For that deer in the road that stopped and, I swear, looked us dead in the eye for a second before sighing and sauntering off into her dying habitat. For the bears that supposedly lurked in the shadows, waiting to eat our trash--but who had remained on the DL for the duration of spring break and so, must surely lurk on the brink of extinction as well. 

It is possible we’re all in a fatalistic mood these days. Can you blame us? Because, let’s be real. Look around. The earth is a dying life form. We are just accessories. 

But on the third day… 

Early in the morning, on the third day, while it was still dark--it started to rain. 
I don’t mean a cute little spring shower. I’m talking cats and dogs here. A gully-washer, a deluge, a downpour. For about 12 hours straight. 

The earth got a generous soaking while we slept. And by mid-morning, when I ventured out onto the porch with my coffee (and if there is anything better than vacation coffee on the porch, in the mountains, in the rain, then I don’t know what), the first thing I noticed was--green. Everywhere. 

All those dead-looking trees had bloomed overnight. In the cold, in the dark, in the holler, a tiny bud just waited to be called out by the rain. In its time, it came. 

Maybe Ma Nature didn’t get the memo that Easter was not for a few more days yet. But she beats the pants off the liturgical calendar, every single time. 

For my money, in this year that has felt like one long winter/Lent/Holy Week of holding our collective breath, the breathtaking suddenness of that green was about all the church I needed.  

As Roethke said: "deep in their roots, all flowers keep the light." Everything in its season. All things bloom in good time. 

Or, if you prefer the gospel of Springsteen: "everything dies, baby, that's a fact/but maybe everything that dies someday comes back." 

May it be so. Amen. 

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Go

3/19/2021

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How much time is too much time to spend reading Air BnB reviews? Asking for a friend... 
Since we all know the friend is me, I’ll just tell you that I'm in vacation planning mode, and no help for it. Once I get here, you may not see me for awhile. I can spend hours, days, weeks, just perusing locations and destinations. And I’m perfectly happy about that. In fact-- few things make me happier. 

It has always been thus. But after a year of quarantine, my vacay planning vibes are just extra at the moment. I've decided to lean into rather than away because really, it's kind of a freight train situation and I couldn't stop it if I wanted to. 

Before you holler at me that THE PANDEMIC IS NOT OVER-- I know this. I do. I am looking at reasonably remote locations. We will wear masks. We avoid crowds. We will eat outdoors or cook for ourselves whenever possible. 

But still. The very idea of being able to plan a trip is a joyful thing after this never ending lockdown winter. And when I heard that every adult in Kentucky would be vaccine-eligible by April--and since I have a 4th grader, and every 4th grader in America gets a free National Parks pass for their family through the National Parks Foundation [to which I am a regular donor, so I guess I'm technically paying for it, but still]-- it kind of feels like the whole universe is saying: go. 

So I dusted off an old favorite book that is literally falling apart from overuse, if not recent use: Frommer's Guide To National Parks of the American West.

In our younger (read: pre-kid) days, my husband and I wore this thing slick out. When we moved from Kentucky to Arizona, we took 6 weeks off between jobs and did an epic tour of the west. He still had his Marriott employee discount at that point, so we would camp for 3 or 4 nights, then find a hotel so we could shower and do laundry or whatever. Then we’d drive awhile and to it again. It was one of the best times in my life. 

We’d been married for two years at that point, but I think that is the trip when we learned to Be Married. We learned to be really on our own, away from all our other people; we learned what a 5,000 mile road trip will do to your car (even a Toyota); we learned how to fight, and how to just let shit go; we learned to navigate. 

And when I say navigate, yes, I mean both literally and figuratively. But I also mean, without smartphones or GPS devices. Can you even remember those days?

Sometimes, it is beyond my reckoning how we used to get around town, much less across the country. But as I flipped through my ancient
Frommer’s ​guide, and I see all the notes and underlines and circles that 20-years-ago-me thought were interesting or important-- I remember that we really did just have that book and an atlas. And we just went. 


We had cell phones, but they didn’t do much. They didn’t even have signal half the time, especially in the wilds of Zion or Yellowstone. No navigation. No TripAdvisor app, telling us where to find the best burger in Montana. No AirBnB finding us a place to stay when we couldn’t find our preferred (heavily discounted) chain. No roadside assistance on speed dial when we had a busted tire in East Jesus, Utah; or a completely melted car battery in Idaho. These were things we had to just… figure out. 

And I guess we did. 

Once we settled in Arizona, we still made good use of that gospel. Day trips, weekend trips, week-long vacations-- when you live in that part of the world, all these amazing places are right in your backyard. And so we went. 

Flipping through this book is a trip, in more ways than one. It has phone numbers-- actual phone numbers, you guys-- to call visitor centers in various park-adjacent towns. To ask the nice, helpful folks where you should stay, plan your hikes, see if they can help you book a campground… can you imagine calling an actual person for that?? Like you can’t just sit down at your laptop with your Saturday morning coffee and read the traveler reviews of thousands who’ve gone before you? 

It reminds me of this whole other world we used to inhabit. It’s not a bad place to visit, by any stretch. I have never felt so free in my life as I did during those nomad weeks, deciding each day where we would pitch our tent-- literally. But it does draw into sharp relief how much things have changed. Not just in the past two decades, but the past year. 

We all know that much about the travel industry has changed, at least  for the short term. Fewer people on planes, masks everywhere, more outdoor dining, lowered capacity at museums and other tourist spots… but I am noticing some things about what I’m looking now for as well. 

For instance, I’ve always avoided crowds, tourist traps, and “high season” as much as possible. But my reluctance to book in really popular locales is kind of next-level at the moment. You could not pay me enough to go to a theme park this year-- possibly ever again. 

And miss me with any rental or reservation that does not have a very generous cancellation policy. If we’ve learned anything, it’s that things can fall apart quickly. Flexible travel is the only travel left, as far as I’m concerned. 

My hunch is that, as the ice breaks and more of us begin to venture out, much will change about the way we travel; and some of that change will be permanent. Our ways of thinking and interacting with the world have undergone a radical transformation over the past year-- and we are only beginning to glimpse what this new world will be. 

We are writing the book of these days as we speak. In 20 years, we will read it again and marvel at how we used to do things. Or rather- how quickly we found a new way of doing things.

One thing that I know has not changed: travel is healing, and restorative in a way that few other things can be. The family time, the off-grid time, the ‘see where the wind blows us today’ feeling that can only be accomplished when you leave your work and your stuff and your walls behind… for many of us, this is soul movement. How we get there may look different--whether for the short term, or forever-- but as for me and my house, we will go. 

And, as with much of life-- we’ll figure it out when we get there. 

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