Reviews of On Becoming a Poet and Church Ladies’ Quilts

On Becoming a Poet is a collection of essays written by (and interviews with) 25 poets, edited by Susan Terris.

I looked forward to reading the book, but it didn’t live up to my expectations. I found my attention wavering. However, flipping through and looking at what I underlined, and rereading segments, I acknowledge there’s a lot of good stuff here.

What caught my attention on the first read-through were the poetry anthologies that poets mentioned were influential to their early desires to write poems. Denise Duhamel’s essay was particularly delightful, and caused me to order one of her books. I also ordered one of Jane Hirshfield’s, because her name was the only one of the 25 poets that was familiar to me, and I realized I’m not familiar with her work. I’m sorry to admit I have not read either of those books yet, but they are in my TBR closet.

One of the reasons why I review books is because it helps me decide which to keep and which to give away. (My home is stuffed with books. I can’t keep them all. Especially because I keep ordering more.) I expect I will be rereading On Becoming a Poet at some future date. It is a worthwhile read; maybe not an essential one, but a keeper at least for now.

Church Ladies’ Quilts is not what I’d hoped it would be. The author, Ann Hazelwood, is a former quilt shop owner, a quilt appraiser, and the former president of the National Quilt Museum’s board of directors. With her expertise, I was expecting that quilts and quilting would be the stars of the story. The American Quilter’s Society thinks very highly of her, having published 23 of her quilt fiction books.

Instead, Church Ladies’ Quilts is more of a cozy mystery/chaste romance. The fifth and final installment in the East Perry County series, its plot centers on Kate Meyr, who has moved into a second home in the town of Borna. She’s divorced from Clay, has been seeing Clark, and is getting a lot of attention from a man named Cole. (Apparently, she’ll date anyone who has a C and an L in his name.) She has a son named Jack, and a neighbor named John who likes to flirt with her. She has a friend named Ellen and another friend named Ellie. For some reason, I had trouble remembering who was who and had to keep going back to earlier chapters to figure it out.

I was tempted to read this book because I used to quilt with a group of ladies at a local church. Our quilt ministry made baptism quilts for babies and children, as well as crib quilts for an area crisis pregnancy center and comfort quilts for church members with health issues or life transitions; also quilts that were raffled or auctioned to raise money for the church. These quilters were dynamic women as well as skilled quilters, and we had lots of fun together, as well as learning from each other.

In contrast, the quilters at Concordia Lutheran Church in Borna took in quilts to be hand-quilted, quilting bee style, to raise money for their church. They seemed a bit subdued compared to my group. Some were critical of other members’ skills. And some of them were short tempered and made others uncomfortable (including me, and I was just reading about it).

But Ruby, the leader of the group, has a secret. One quilt that should have been quilted by now is missing.

The book has 118 chapters, most just 3 pages long. Many begin in the morning and end in the evening and tell what Kate did that day.

It may just be that Hazelwood had a deadline for the book, but I feel like it lacks craft. It’s the first book of hers that I’ve read, and I probably won’t buy another. But she is a popular author. As a series junkie myself, I know part of the pleasure of reading series is you get attached to the characters and you want to know what they’ve been up to since the last volume. It may be that she’s a wonderful writer, and this book is just not up to her usual standards. I don’t know. But I don’t recommend Church Ladies’ Quilts as an introduction to a new-to-you author.

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Reviews of Imago, Dei by Elizabeth Johnston Ambrose and Keep It Moving by Twyla Tharp

Imago, Dei is a chapbook of poems. I don’t know if these poems are autobiographical, but I hope not. Because if they are, then the poet’s life was scarred by being brought up in a strict evangelical church; that, and having a father with anger issues, whose primary goal in fathering was making sure his daughters didn’t behave like whores. Apparently, he did not succeed.

Throughout the eighteen poems, Elizabeth Johnston Ambrose compares the “imago Dei,” the image of God that Judeo-Christian scripture teaches humanity is created in, with the “imago” (an insect, such as a moth or a butterfly, in its adult stage after metamorphosis) and another meaning of “imago” (the idealized image of a parent formed in childhood and persisting unconsciously into adulthood). These terms are defined before the first poem.

Baptism comes up in several of the poems, as well as body image and self-harm. Guilt underlies some of the poems. Many of the poems express fear of the father, and longing for approval of the father. One poem clings to memories of moments of tenderness.

Imago, Dei is not easy to read, but it is well-written and touched my emotions, even though my own experiences are very different. That’s what poems do, don’t they? Though sometimes they connect with the reader because of universalities, good poems can also make you feel someone else’s pain, a pain that you’ve never experienced. Elizabeth Johnston Ambrose succeeded in that.

Keep It Moving was not the book I anticipated. Subtitled Lessons for the Rest of Your Life and written by famous dancer and choreographer Twyla Tharp, I was expecting it to be about how vital physical movement is to aging well–whether dancing, walking, sports, or exercise. Yes, she does give lots of suggestions and advice about moving your body, but the bulk of the book is about continuing to move forward, avoiding stagnancy.

As you go through your life, you will experience change, and that’s good, because no progress is ever made by staying the same. However, change brings challenge. You can move forward by learning how to use change to its best advantage, or you can resist and be left behind.

The book is divided into twelve chapters with catchy titles like “Kick into High Gear,” “Hope Less, Plan More,” “Build a Second Act,” and “Shut Up and Dance.” The tone of the book is upbeat. Tharp illustrates her thoughts with wonderful stories. My favorite is about Martin Luther King, Jr. at the 1963 March on Washington. His good friend Mahalia Jackson, the gospel singer, was in the crowd of 250,000. As Dr. King was delivering his speech, Jackson wanted him to kick it into high gear. 50 feet away from the stage, she called, “Tell them about the dream, Martin!”

King’s planned speech that day did not include the “I have a dream” segment, but she had heard it two months earlier in a sermon he had delivered in Detroit. After she called out a second time, he pivoted and told the story of his dream from memory, ending with words from a spiritual, “free at last, free at last, thank God Almighty, free at last.” One of the most famous speeches in history, one that still stirs people today.

Keep It Moving is a strategy for living your best life. If I were president of the United States, every person would be issued a copy of this book on their 25th birthday, and instructed to reread it every five years. I know I will be rereading it regularly.

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Handing Down Names

My parents named me Andrea Gabriela. My father’s name was Andreas, so my first name is after him. My middle name is for his aunt, who was a Benedictine nun, Sister Gabriela. Those names were significant for my parents. My brother got his name, William Francis, from his grandfathers. Mom’s father’s name was Wilhelm, and Dad’s father was Xaver Franz.

People usually name their children with names that they like very much, or that have a particular meaning for them. My husband Greg and his brother Peter both have middle names from their father, Wilfred Ernest. (Peter is Peter Wilfred, Greg is Gregory Ernest.)

We continued the tradition with naming our children. Our oldest daughter is Carly Anne, partly because we liked the music of Carly Simon, but we also liked the name. Anne just seemed to go well with it.

I wanted to name our son Matthew after a song by John Denver which I particularly loved. We gave him the middle name Gregory after his father.

We named our middle daughter Erin because the name caught our fancy. There were three Erins on television at the time: in the series MASH, Erin was the baby daughter back home of the Army field surgeon character B.J. Honeycutt, and he talked so longingly about wanting to go home to meet her; in The Waltons, one of the girls in the Walton family was named Erin; and the actress Erin Moran played Joanie Cunningham in Happy Days. We gave our Erin the middle name Gabriela after Sister Gabriela and me.

Our son Andrew Wilfred was named after both his grandfathers.

And our youngest daughter was named Katherine because we love the name Katie. We also gave her Greg’s mom’s middle name, Cecelia, which has special meaning for me, because Saint Cecilia is the patron saint of musicians.

Our daughters have continued the tradition with their own children. Erin and her husband, Dave, named the first of their twin daughters Robin Magdalena, after Dave’s mother and my mother. The second girl is named Henrietta Lyn, after Dave’s beloved “uncle” and grandmother.

Katie’s daughter is named Lily Gabriela, because she and her husband, Michael, really liked the name Lily, and Gabriela after me and Erin.

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Quote of the Day

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Wordless Wednesday: Prickly Pear

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Scripture Break #77

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Three Book Reviews

God’s Little Devotional Journal for Women from Honor Books.

Greg gave me this devotional book about twenty years ago, but I never got around to reading it until 2022, and that year I read it on a daily basis as part of my quiet time. For each day’s entry, there’s a scripture verse, a short passage that illustrates the verse, an inspirational quote, a personal question related to applying the scripture, and an area devoted to writing your answer. I never journaled in it, because I expected not to like the book. I thought I would read it once and then give it away. I assumed it would be similar to other devotional books, and it was. Also, I was miffed that the publisher did not credit the writers of the devotions.

To my delight, the daily readings were occasionally very profound and impactful. Some days it was very hard for me not to write down my thoughts in the journal sections. At the end of the year, I found I couldn’t part with the book. It was a good enough experience that I plan to reread it another year. I may actually use it as a spiritual journal, and it might never be given away.

Bright Evening Star: Mystery of the Incarnation by Madeleine L’Engle.

My Bible study group read this book during Advent 2022, finishing it in early 2023. In her foreword to the book, Addie Zierman recalls a caveat her college writing instructor, Judy Hougen, gave her class about L’Engle’s book Walking on Water:

“Sometimes Madeleine writes things that are a little . . . out there. Just say to yourself, Ha, ha. Oh, that Madeleine, and keep reading.” She said Oh, that Madeleine endearingly, as though talking about a wacky but lovable aunt who has visions of glory and also, occasionally, food on her chin.

Hougen’s advice works well while reading Bright Evening Star, also. You might not understand what she’s saying sometimes, but keep reading. The insights will be worth it.

My two takeaways from the book:

  • The Christian faith is full of mystery. It’s okay if you don’t understand parts of it. That’s the point—embracing the unknowable. L’Engle says she had to “let go all my prejudices and demands for proof and open myself to the wonder of love.”
  • God, the all-powerful, gives away His power. He allows humans free will when He could easily just control them. L’Engle calls it a magnificent paradox: “God’s loving plan for Creation will ultimately be fulfilled, God’s will and ours working together.”

At the end of the book is a reader’s guide with discussion questions.

Ferocity Summer by Alissa Grosso.

I can’t remember when or how I stumbled across artist and author Alissa Grosso on the internet, but I enjoyed her work so much that I bought her book Up the Creek and liked it. I eventually signed up for her newsletter and recently entered a drawing for four of her Young Adult books—and won! Ferocity Summer is the first book of the bundle that I’ve read.

At first, I didn’t like the characters at all and had no sympathy for them. I don’t like it when teenaged characters engage in self-destructive behaviors like drinking, using drugs, and having casual sex. I think it gives kids ideas that everybody’s doing it. I know teenagers try things out, but not every kid does it, or does as much of it as these kids do.

The main characters are high school juniors Scilla and her best friend, Willow. Willow has a brother, Randy. These three hang out together and get themselves into trouble. In the opening chapters, they mention August, and you get the impression that something distasteful is going to happen in August. The story is told from Scilla’s point of view.

I’ve never been acquainted with the drug scene, so I’m not sure if ferocity was ever a real drug or if Grosso dreamed it up for this story, but it plays a major role.

Scilla is failing history, and her guidance counselor recommends she talk to her teacher for suggestions on how she could raise her grade. He challenges her to tell him the most fascinating thing they studied in history that year, and she comes up with Sherman’s March to the Sea. So the teacher assigns her the task of researching Sherman and figuring out “How could a man who had once issued orders against any looting by soldiers suddenly turn around and completely ransack the South?. . . find out what makes him tick and hand me a report in September.” Scilla takes the assignment to heart, and Grosso skillfully weaves Sherman’s story with Scilla’s.

It wasn’t until it’s revealed that the event in August is a trial to determine if the friends are guilty of killing someone that I began to care about the characters. How could such a thing happen?

There are more complications as well. An FBI agent approaches Scilla and pressures her to help him incriminate a drug dealer. That’s as much as I am giving away.

This is not a pretty story, but I found myself rooting for Scilla and compelled to read to the end.

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Video of the Day: Marimba!

Wonderful contrasts in dynamics.

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Video of the Day: How the Beautiful People Live

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Wordless Wednesday: Cacti

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