24 February 2012

Living with Loss

As a woman who has experienced tremendous loss in life, I read Claire Bidwell Smith's memoir, The Rules of Inheritance (Hudson Street Press, 2012), with apprehension. I feared reading about loss would trigger deeper feelings of grief within me. I feared I would feel lonelier, sadder, less accepting. What I found, instead, was the exact opposite.

Written entirely in first person present, the book moves swiftly, sometimes breathlessly, despite dealing with the death of each of her parents, her best friend and an assortment of personal crises (crazy boyfriends, alcoholic episodes, dropping out of college, a terminated pregnancy). Non-linear, The Rules is structured around Elizabeth Kubler-Ross's Five Stages of Grieving, illustrative of how those healing from loss move in and out of grief stages.

The book starts with Smith at age 18 learning her mother is in the hospital and that the doctors are saying there's nothing more that can be done for her. Smith learns the meaning of the word hospice. Over and over Smith writes "My mother is dying." I know the feelings that drove that repetition. I will never forget my mother's phone call to me telling me my younger sister had just died. "Cindi's dead," she said. It was the most unbelievable thing I'd ever heard.

Smith's memoir is brave and funny and heartbreaking and hard to read and completely absorbing. I did cry. And I'll admit, I cried for myself, for the loss of my own father. For my sister. But reading this helped me realize that while grief may look different for everyone, feelings are universal.

I highly recommend this memoir. It gives hope. It proves a beautiful life can blossom despite loss and grief and setbacks of all sorts.

Join the discussion of this wonderful book on BlogHer at: http://www.blogher.com/bookclub/now-reading-rules-inheritance.

This is a paid review for BlogHer Book Club, but the opinions expressed are my own.

16 February 2012

Compassionate Consumer

Pure Citizen describes itself as a flash sales site with heart. Featuring cruelty-free, made-in-the-U.S., vegan, sustainably cultivated products—skin care, clothes, household cleaners—at gargantuan savings, this is the one shopping site you can drop a few bucks on and never feel buyer's remorse. Your purchases help keep innovative companies and their community, service-minded founders and employees in business. Retail therapy that's good for everyone.

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09 February 2012

Shakespearean Sibling Rivalry



Eleanor Brown's The Weird Sisters, a chick-lit novel that employs the literary devices of Shakespeare, left me with mixed feelings. On one hand, I admire the author's inventiveness—the first-person plural voice and Shakespearean motif. On the other hand, the plot, I felt, was devoid of motion, if not emotion. I had to work hard to keep reading.

At the heart of The Weird Sisters is a coming-of-age novel about three sisters who return to live in their family home upon learning of their mother's cancer diagnosis. Each of the sisters is facing her own crisis as well. The reader learns early in the novel that while the sisters love each other, they don't much like each other. Welcome to every family I've ever known.

Brown is most effective when she explores the role sibling order plays in the development of personality. Rose, the eldest, is controlling and controlled. A typical middle child, Bianca (Bean), is seemingly the most troubled. And the baby, Cordy, is the free spirit, the most beloved of the children. By the novel's end, each of the sisters has embraced all of the others' personality traits and, to some extent, traded places.

Women who have sisters will find much with which to empathize in The Weird Sisters. Shakespeare admirers will delight in the many references to the Bard's greatest works. For me, the novel is not surprising enough to elevate it to a must-read. But, as a writer, I did become swept up in Brown's prose. I recommend this novel for any woman at a crossroads in life.

Have you read The Weird Sisters? Do you intend to? Join the discussion on BlogHer and let us know what you think: http://www.blogher.com/bookclub/now-reading-weird-sisters.

This is a paid review for BlogHer Book Club, but the opinions expressed are my own.


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06 February 2012

Institutionalized Extortion

Last week my Farmer's Insurance agent over-debited my checking account by $180 for my monthly car insurance premium. I called her on a Friday to report the mistake. The following Tuesday Farmer's issued a credit. The credit posted to my PNC bank account on Thursday, six days after the money was erroneously taken from me.

I was livid. I should not have to wait six days to have money mistakenly taken from me returned. But here's the real kicker: in between Farmer's return of my money and PNC's acknowledgement, the money was no where for three days. Farmer's said it didn't have it; PNC said the same thing. If Farmer's didn't have my money and PNC didn't have my money and I didn't have my money, who the hell had it?

ING Direct is another big scammer when it comes to transferring funds. It takes four banking days for ING to release funds to a local bank and then two or three more for the local bank to post the funds. Again, I ask: where is the money in between its release and its posting?

To me this is criminal. Absolute extortion. It should be illegal, as should the $25 monthly service fee Bank of America charges. Banks, bankers are thieves, expensive suit-wearing hoods. They are a mafia.

As we sprint towards the Fall elections, these are the things that matter to me. I'm sick of being ripped off. When I was living in Bali, I noticed how much like Indonesia the US is becoming (and not in a good way). When I think of these banking/financial institution scams, I'm reminded of India. In India I always accept a certain amount of being ripped off. It just goes with the territory. It's pointless to fight. India is so mired in corruption, anything other than acceptance of the way things are is futile.

Is this what the US has become? Is it too late to change?

Labels: BankofAmerica-SUCKS, INGDirect-SUCKS, FarmersInsurance-SUCKS, PNC-sucks

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29 January 2012

Monday Travel Tip: Best Time to Buy Airfare

According to a report on NPR news last week, the best time to purchase your plane tickets is exactly six weeks prior to your date of departure. Six weeks, exactly—no more, no less. Per a previous travel tip, purchasing your tickets online on Tuesday mornings, just after midnight, will also bring you the best bargains.

Happy Travels!

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24 January 2012

A Sort Of Mardi Gras

Mardi Gras hits Main Street Honesdale on February 18, 2012. With a twist: Instead of going big and chaotic, a la New Orleans, Honesdale is keeping it quaint. Parading down Main Street, on sidewalks instead of the actual street, floats will be crafted from baby carriages, hospital beds, wheelbarrows, wagons and bikes. You won't find any nudity or sloppy drunks. We keep our entertainment strictly G-rated here in Northeastern Pennsylvania.

18 January 2012

Location is Everything

Surrounded by gently rolling evergreen hills accented with crystal clear glacial lakes, Scranton, Pennsylvania enjoys a superb location. The Pocono and Endless Mountains, part of the ancient Appalachian Trail, vertically-challenged, but also verdant, quaint, loom a mere 20 minutes from downtown Scranton. Art Deco architectural gems, a nod to the town's halcyon days of the 1920s and '30s, are scattered throughout the city. The University of Scranton, Commonwealth Medical College, an abundance of yoga and dance studios, Triple A baseball and AHL hockey teams make the area culturally, intellectually and athletically rich. Historic landmark office buildings redeveloped as luxury apartment complexes, an influx of cafes and art galleries have revitalized the once depressed downtown area. Scranton even boasts a world-class airport.


Sounds great, right? So what's the problem? You already know. If you've heard of Scranton, it is an absolute given that you know it as one of the armpits of the country. Scranton cheerfully embraces its reputation as a joke.


I don't get it. I thumb through Scranton's tourist magazine and am greeted by ads touting tours of The Office, the NBC sitcom that pokes merciless fun at Scranton. The Office, of course, does not film in Scranton. When a town's greatest claim to fame is being the fictional setting of a disturbingly comedic TV show, that's not good. Even more dubiously, Scranton's other sales hooks are its now-defunct steam railroad system and coal mining history.


"Scranton was number three on Hitler's bomb list," my Aunt Sylvia repeatedly bragged. She offered this up as proof that Scranton was once legitimate. If the world's most evil and deranged perpetrator of genocide deemed Scranton worthy of decimation, well then, Scranton must have once been important.


Even so, I ask you this: Why on earth would anyone, today, go on vacation to tour a coal mine?

This is not how I would market Scranton. I grew up here, moved away in 1978, fled, leaving behind brutal winters, sweltering summers and a town that was even more depressed than me. Like everyone else, I could find no redeeming features in Scranton, Pennsylvania. I returned 34 years later with a different perspective that evolved after I began flying into Scranton from California and France and South America and India and Bali. From the air, Scranton is beautiful.


On the ground now I'm still marveling at beauty that's been here all along, but somehow remained hidden from me. And the location! A mere two hours drive from New York City and Philadelphia, with Long Island's beaches, the Jersey shore, Lake George in the Adirondacks and Washington, DC all less than four hours away. Scranton is close to everything, yet worlds away from true urban mishigas.


This past Monday was Martin Luther King Day. After six weeks of living in Scranton, I too have a dream. My dream is to launch a Northeastern Pennsylvania travel magazine, one that focuses on the natural beauty of the area and edits out all kitschy references to mediocre TV shows and dirty, nasty coal. One that advocates for a new rail system connecting Scranton to New York and Philadelphia and other Northeast Corridor hot spots. One that stresses the meaning of Pennsylvania: Penn's woods. One that underscores the most important feature any town could have: Scranton is voraciously dog-friendly.


Scranton is fabulous. Remember, you heard that here.


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