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• Blog Pause

  Posted at 11:11 am by Mrs. Ram Jam, on March 30, 2019

  Mrs. Ram’s Jams needs a blog pause because I’m slightly overwhelmed right now.

  1. Our house is on the market.

  2. I’m starting physical therapy AGAIN next week.

  3. Being a good teacher is consuming more of my at home time than it ever has before.

  4. Little Thing is playing soccer and doing musical theater.

  So because of the above, I’m taking a temporary hiatus. I’ll be back soon, hopefully when school lets out for the summer. 😘

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• A Poem: Collecting Dust in the Dungeon

  Posted at 5:34 pm by Mrs. Ram Jam, on March 23, 2019

  

  I am a day late using this word prompt! My bad! Please forgive me daily word prompt aficionados! Also, it’s a bit of a mess. Like me.

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  a dungeon of

  Birds Killed and Mocked and Thorns

  Letters Scarlett O’Hara-ed in the Wind

  Gatsby’s Expectations unGrateful

  Naked Juliets and suicidal Romeos

  Mice, Lennie, and George Orwell

  451 flames flickering like 5 Slaughterhouses ignited

  Purple Arms will never Color Farewell in a Dark Tower

  because they’re collecting dust in the dungeon

   

   

   

   

   

   

   

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• Mini Book Reviews for February 2019

  Posted at 12:39 pm by Mrs. Ram Jam, on March 2, 2019

  
  

  

  

  

  Well. It’s happened. I screwed up my I-must-write-my-mini-book-reviews-as-soon-as-I-finish-books New Year’s resolution. I didn’t pen a single one in February. I blame the flu-like virus that made me miserable last week, Little Thing’s flu bout, two out-of-town friends coming to visit, and sheer laziness.

  Oh well. At least I read 13 books? And February is a short month. Huzzah!

  Here’s my February reading list:

  • All We Ever Wanted by Emily Giffin:  Easy peasy breezy read. I’ve always enjoyed Giffin.
  • Bird Box by Josh Malerman:  Do I even need to review the book since everyone’s seen it on Netflix? I refuse to watch it, but I sure as hell loved reading it.
  • The Seven Deaths of Evelyn Hardcastle by Stuart Turton: This. Book. Killed. Mrs. Ram’s. Jams. Seven. Times. I hated it. It was 200 pages pages too long and hard to follow.
  • The Astonishing Color of After by Emily X.R. Pan:  The best thing about this book is its gorgeous cover. I love magical realism, but I haven’t encountered a spectacular YA one yet. After Leigh’s mother commits suicide, Leigh’s convinced her mom has turned into a bird. Leigh also talks and thinks in colors. Her best friend constantly asks her, “What color”? By the end, I was color blind and gagged at every pretentious color mention.
  • The Common Good by Robert B. Reich:  Reich argues that America has lost sight of its founding ideals. I wholeheartedly agree with him.
  • Always and Forever, Lara Jean (To All the Boys I’ve Loved Before #3) by Jenny Han: Lara Jean for life! Book 3 was better than book 2 but super predictable.
  • Without Merit by Colleen Hoover:  I’ve not had much luck with Hoover. I picked this up because I thought it was her rather well-reviewed suspense novel, but it wasn’t. Sigh.
  • Inside Out & Back Again by Thanhha Lai:  This middle grade poetry read stunned me. Ha and her family evacuate Saigon during the Vietnam War and find safe harbor in Alabama.
  • The Trouble With Poetry–And Other Poems by Billy Collins
  • The Hating Game by Sally Thorne:  Romance is my least favorite genre, but I loved this book. Lucy and Joshua’s repartee was hysterical.
  • Scythe (Arc of a Scythe #1) by Neal Shusterman:  YAL gold. For realz. In the dystopian future, people live forever, but for population control, scythes select people to be killed.I haven’t had this much fun reading a dystopian novel since Red Rising.
  • My Favorite Half-Night Stand by Christina Lauren:  After finishing The Hating Game, I thought to myself:  Hey maybe I do like romance novels. I’m going to try another one out. Bad choice Mrs. Ram’s Jams. Bad choice.
  • The Boy in the Striped Pajamas by John Boyne:  It’s no secret that I eschew reading World War II and Holocaust literature, but I teach this novel in 8th grade ELA. And it breaks my heart every damn time.

  What are you reading?  And as always, conversations are welcome!

  (All book art is taken from Goodreads.com.)

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• Chronic Illness: My Bad Experience with Plaquenil

  Posted at 1:43 am by Mrs. Ram Jam, on February 23, 2019

  

  At my biannual rheumatologist appointment in December, my doctor suggested I try the drug Plaquenil. Not only does it treat malaria, it also helps rheumatoid arthritis and Lupus. I have none of the aforementioned diseases but have positive ANA and other autoimmune red flags (sans a diagnosis). He warned it’s a well-tolerated drug but slow acting, taking about three months to kick in.

  At our visit’s end, he handed me informational printouts about it for homework and told me to call him when I made a decision.

  When I got home, I skimmed and scanned the side effects and the standard fare was presented: upset stomach, headache, rash, etc. One of its terrifying side effects is it can cause serious eye damage if taken for long periods of time. I conducted further research via Google, but concluded it didn’t seem overwhelmingly scary besides that whole hey-you-might-lose-your-vision thing.

  I talked to a friend who has Lupus and another who has RA who both take it. They said it mildly agitated their stomachs but overall had positive results.

  I deliberated over my decision. In general, I don’t tolerate medicines well, which is a lesser known fibromyalgia symptom. I don’t even take fibromyalgia medicine because it makes my muscle pain worse, causes extreme gastrointestinal distress, or gives me the spins.  

  But I trust my rheumatologist, and I gave him the go ahead to send in the prescription. I started popping my 200 mg pill daily.

  A mean a girl can dream that there’s a miracle drug for her, right?

  Five weeks into treatment, the backs of my arms started itching. Normally this isn’t too concerning. I have a tendency to get an I-inadvertently-consumed-something-with-wheat-in-it-rash in that exact spot. By Saturday though, my knees were bright red with clustered, itchy bumps. It kept me up Saturday night, and Sunday morning it spread to the back of my legs.

  When I pulled out my pill bottle that morning, it clicked. The Plaquenil had to be causing the rash.

  I sent a message to my doctor. Apparently because it’s a slow acting drug, it can take weeks for side effects to kick in–ughhhhhhh.

  Goober that I am, I thought as soon as I stopped taking the medicine the rash would go away.  Hahahahahahahahahahaha. It continued to get worse all week. Benadryl didn’t help.

  Friday morning, the rash had transmogrified into full blown hives up the back of my right leg. Lucky me! An allergic reaction!

  I hauled myself to a step-in clinic at the local hospital where the nurse practitioner explained that since I took the drug for six weeks it would take six weeks for it to get out. She gave me steroids for the hives and told me they could come back, which they did. Two days ago. So much ugh.

  Look, I realize I’m lucky; I had a mild allergic reaction. But now, I’m even warier of starting new medications–particularly if labeled as slow acting. Who wants side effects, let alone delayed ones, or even delayed allergic reactions? Who wants to be dealing with hives for six weeks (especially when there’s no honey and nary a queen bee)?

  I’m aware that was a bad joke. Deal with it. It made me forget I have hives for a split second. At this point, I’ll take what I can get.

  

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• A Poem: Little Thing Gets the Flu Haiku

  Posted at 1:02 am by Mrs. Ram Jam, on February 16, 2019

  

  On top of a poo-on-a-stick week, we won the flu lottery!  And by we, I mean Little Thing. Poor sweet Little Thing is puny. I hate it. Here’s a synopsis (in haiku fashion nonetheless)  of today’s events.

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  The thermometer
  beeps at one hundred and two.
  No wonder she’s chilled.

  Climbing into bed
  with me, she proclaims, “I’m fine!”
  “Yeah right, tiny one.”

  A petite furnace
  ignites her forehead and limbs,
  aflame with fever.

  Tissues and TV
  flushed cheeks and pillow snuggles
  beneath her blanket.

  Her granny arrives
  to take care of her and bring
  her to the doctor.

  A text says: it’s flu.
  Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit.
  Poor sick Little Thing.

  To Tamiflu or
  not to Tamiflu–that
  is the question now.

  Considering she
  gags on liquid Tylenol
  we will pass. No thanks.

  Time to stock up on
  Sprite, pain reliever tablets,
  and so much Lysol.

  ---

  Off topic:  I did have a bright spot today. A student gifted me a temporary tattoo of a llama blowing a bubble. He might have pilfered it from his little sister’s Valentine’s Day gift box, but whatevs. It’s adorable, and it’s lifted my spirits every time I’ve looked at it today.

  

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• A Poem: A Student Departs

  Posted at 2:23 am by Mrs. Ram Jam, on February 9, 2019

  

  Because a version of this has happened to me twice in the past two weeks.

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  a stranger approaches
  maturity’s quietude
  candor blurs his angles
  lankiness perpendicular to his broad shoulders
  smooth aplomb, vintage messenger, scoffed loafers

  Miss, do you remember me?

  his smile unleashes
  youth’s echo
  vulnerability shrouded in tomfoolery
  pudginess crowned with a pimply forehead
  asymmetrical slouch, dragon sketches, untied Chucks

  Yes, sweet boy. How could I forget?

  a student departs

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• Mini Book Reviews for January 2019

  Posted at 11:25 am by Mrs. Ram Jam, on February 2, 2019

  

  

  

  

  

  Y’all. At January’s end, I’m still on target with New Year’s resolution number one. I finally wrote my mini book reviews upon a book’s completion. Aren’t you proud of me? Your virtual back pats are appreciated. Thanks!

  However, I’m not exactly on target for reaching my “Mrs. Ram Jam shall read 150 books in 2019”  decree. I read 11 books, but two were stupid long, and I didn’t finish one I was 100 pages into. But here’s the bright side:  I’ve already read 4,427 pages this year. How do you like them apples?

  Just a heads up, my January reads were backlist books since my library hasn’t amassed many 2019 releases yet.

  1. Lethal White (Cormoran Strike, #4) by Robert Galbraith aka J.K. Rowling–I’m a fan of this series, but this underwhelmed me. I’m invested in Strike and Robin as characters and was eager to see their relationship’s direction. However, I found the narration silly. There was a whole bunch of Strike and Robin going back and forth questioning their feelings for one another like a bad romance novel. The book is super long too, which I’m not against, but tedious detail makes me feel Rowling was trying too hard.
  2. Homegoing by Yaa Gyasi–This novel tells the story of two half sisters, who have never met, and their offspring over several generations, starting in Ghana during the late 1700s. I appreciate the epic’s scope, the heart-rending stories, and the crisp prose. However, I had a difficult time orienting myself. Once you’re introduced to a narrator, he/she is never reintroduced. The novel’s biggest strength is the author’s ability to craft different voices through third person narration. The stories sucked me in but left me yearning for more than the minuscule snapshots of the narrators’ lives.    
  3. To All the Boys I’ve Loved Before (To All the Boys I’ve Loved Before, #1) by Jenny Han– In a cathartic act, Lara Jean, a high schooler, pens letters to her past crushes and stores them in a hatbox. Mysteriously her letters get shipped out, including one to her older sister’s ex-boyfriend, Josh (who’s also the boy next door), triggering a love life mayhem avalanche. To avoid an uncomfortable situation with him, she and Peter Kavinsky, another love letter recipient, fake a relationship and hilarity ensues. Bottom line:  Lara Jean is damn likable, and the stark writing describing Lara Jean’s dead mother made me sob. I need more Lara Jean in my life.
  4. The Name of the Wind (The Kingkiller Chronicle, #1) by Patrick Rothfuss– Kote, an infamous arcanist who’s hiding out as an innkeeper, tells the epic tale of his parents’ deaths, time at university, and search for the Chaudrain to a traveling chronicler. While easy to read and compelling, this novel could be shorter. I could have done without the world’s myths/stories, and the part where Kote is a homeless orphan drags.
  5. P.S. I Still Love You (To All the Boys I’ve Loved Before, #2) by Jenny Han–Book two spoiler alert!!!! Book two continues book one’s story line, and it’s slow at first. Lara Jean and Peter get back together, but someone posts a video of their steamy hot tub make out session to Instagram. LJ is convinced it’s Genevieve, but Peter doesn’t believe her. This is a great YAL read, but I was mad while reading it. For starters LJ gets bullied online and faces serious double standards. Also, I can’t stand Peter in this sequel; he’s conceited and a lousy boyfriend. However, Kitty, Lara Jean’s little sister, continues her precociousness, TV watching, and wisecracks, making book two worthwhile.
  6. A Wizard of Earthsea (Earthsea Cycle, #1) by Ursula K. Le Guin– A young boy named Ged calls on the fog to prevent his village from being pillaged. Once his wizarding powers are discovered, he’s sent to Roke for training where he butts heads with Jasper, another young wizard. To prove he’s more powerful than Jasper, he performs a magical act,  unleashing an unnamed demon into the world which he must vanquish before it takes over his body and mind. Originally published in the sixties, this book’s an oldie but a goodie.    
  7. Becoming by Michelle Obama– Obama gives enough of her personal story to make me feel like I know her a little better while maintaining a certain level of privacy surrounding herself. She doesn’t sugarcoat her history or her feelings, and she made me cry while discussing her and then President Obama’s reactions to Sandy Hook. It’s one of the best autobiographies I’ve read recently.
  8. A Place for Us by Fatima Farheen Mirza–In this narrative told primarily through the third person omniscient perspective, the reader is introduced to Rafiq, Layla, Hadia, Huda, and Amar, a Muslim Indian family living in San Francisco. It starts at Hadia’s wedding, where Amar makes his first familial appearance in years. From there, the story weaves back and forth from Layla, Hadia, and Amar’s point of views in non-linear, entwined perspective flashbacks. At the end, it switches to Rafiq’s, the patriarch’s, first person point of view. Third person omniscient is my least favorite perspective to read, but it’s done effortlessly and gorgeously. I ranked this five stars for multiple reasons, but take a look at these plain spoken sentences. They’re perfect–

  • Exhibit A:  “He wondered, on the drive, how they would address what had happened. And now he sees it is as easy as saying ‘knew’ instead of ‘know'” (86).
  • Exhibit B:  “He is so happy he could dance, uncharacteristic of him, but maybe with her he is someone who dances” (106).
  • Exhibit C:  “Just before Abbas turned the corner, he looked back and said, “Congratulations again.” Or maybe it was, “I was right back then.” And he held his hand up in a wave, and maybe she nodded, and maybe she stood still” (151).
  • Exhibit D:  “Who are you now? He wanted to ask her, but maybe she was who she always had been, and he was who he had always been, and it was foolish to think that the years had changed anything” (237).

  9. Dumplin’ by Julie Murphy–In this YAL novel, Willowdean Dickson, comfortable in her overweight frame, loves Dolly Parton and hanging with her bestie Ellen. However, her former beauty queen mother struggles with her daughter’s weight. When Willowdean starts dating her super hot coworker Bo, her confidence plummets and she decides to compete in the local beauty queen pageant as an “ef” you to her mama and the community. This book is a gazillion times better than the Jennifer Anniston produced Netflix film.
  10. Where the Crawdads Sing by Delia Owens–Abandoned by her entire family, Kya Clark raises herself in North Carolina’s marsh  in the 1950s and 60s. Her story alternates with a prominent man’s murder and its investigation in 1969. Once involved with the man, Kya gets arrested and put on trial for her life. Let’s be honest, the main character in this book is its setting. Owens painstakingly fleshes out the birds, grasses, and channels of the marsh. On the whole, it’s a compelling read, and I knocked it out in two days, but I was put off by the dialogue. It was stilted, and while I know it was written in a dialect, it was cheesier than a Wisconsin dairy cow.
  11. The New Jim Crow:  Mass Incarceration in an Age of Colorblindness by Michelle Alexander–Alexander’s premise, laid out in the title, argues the War on Drugs unfairly targets poor Black Americans creating a new “undercaste” in society. Once convicted and labeled felons (for mostly non-violent drug offenses), they are stripped of their voting rights, can be denied housing upon release, and can face job discrimination while assimilating back into the workforce–essentially a new, legal Jim Crow. While the statistical data and other odds and ends are a bit dated, the book was published in 2010, the embedding of legal precedent into her rhetoric and her comparison between Jim Crow and mass incarceration astounded me. Read this book.

  As always, discussion is welcome! Happy reading y’all!

  (All images are taken from Goodreads.)

   

   

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• A Poem: The Lie, Barry

  Posted at 12:58 am by Mrs. Ram Jam, on January 26, 2019

  

  You don’t want to go
  to the library.
  It’s full
  of lies, Barry.

  All silence, syntax, and story–

  You know the truth, Barry, lies

  in the noise, gibberish, and vainglory–
  of society’s gobbledygook and pocketbook.

  You can’t find truth
  in a book
  because books spread nothing
  but lies, Barry.

  To tell the truth, Barry, nobody goes
  to the library nor reads books anymore.

  Who needs to when they’ve turned all the good ones
  into shows
  on all the streaming services galore?

  Here’s the truth, Barry.
  The library is scary.

  Full
  of syntactic stories warning
  of silence

  Full
  of parables to teach children how to overcome violence

  Here’s the truth, Barry.

  The library is scary
  because it calls out vainglorious gibberish as noisome–
  you’re no longer able to hide
  behind fear and hate–anti-intellectual poison.

  Here’s the lie, Barry:
  the truth is buried at the library.

  But go ahead and continue to lie, Barry,
  while I unbury my truth, Barry, at the library.

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• A Poem: Books Are Babies

  Posted at 10:04 pm by Mrs. Ram Jam, on January 17, 2019

  

  I tell a version of this to my students the first time I hand out school-owned novels to them to read for class. Because. Middle. Schoolers. Destroy. All. Of. The. Things.

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  Books are babies.
  If you wouldn’t do it to a baby, then you shouldn’t do it to a book.

  Would you
  throw a baby to another person?
  bend a baby backwards?
  leave a baby in the classroom or on the bus by itself for the night?
  step on a baby?
  smack your friend with a baby?
  shove a baby spine side up in the bottom of a backpack and then put books on top of him?
  balance a baby on your head?
  drop a baby?

  Books are babies.
  If you wouldn’t do it to a baby, then you shouldn’t do it to a book.

  You should
  read to your baby.
  talk to your friends about your baby.
  laugh at your baby when it says something funny.
  cry when your baby breaks your heart.
  cheer your baby on.
  learn from your baby.
  love your baby.

  Because books are babies.

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• New Year’s Resolutions 2019

  Posted at 1:17 am by Mrs. Ram Jam, on January 12, 2019

  

  I sucked to the ninth power at sticking to my 2018 new year’s resolutions.   

  Did I reacquaint myself with the Russian language? Nyet. Did I perform 365 days of yoga? Namaste no. Did I read less and write more? Bahahahahahahah! That’s rich, considering I read 136 books last year compared to 119 the previous year.

  At least I semi-mastered the art of not spacing twice after a period. I’ll take that as a minor success in the face of failing my previous year’s resolutions.

  Here are my 2019 New Year’s resolutions. (P.S. I always wait to start my new year’s resolutions until after my birthday, which is January 7th, hence the delay.)

  • Lose my foot injury weight. Remember all my foot issues from last February? I JUST got released from physical therapy last month, and at this point, I’m unsure if my foot will ever be 100 percent again. And listen, I’m used to being chronically ill, but foot injuries are a whole other pain animal. And because I spent 2017 hobbled, I packed on 15 pounds due to decreased mobility. Let me throw it at you like this: in 2017, I had about 4.2 million steps. Last year, I only had around 3 million. That’s the equivalent of not moving at all for three months last year as compared to the previous year. I walked . . . wait for it . . . 500 miles less last year than I did the previous year. Seriously. 500 miles less. Since my pain is now managed, I need to suck it up buttercup and lose the extra pounds. If anyone has any exercise suggestions for me, I’ll take them. Yoga’s off the table. My feet simply can’t handle it. I can’t run, plank, or lunge. No jumping jacks. The elliptical machine is a no go either. I might just have to briskly walk in my orthopedic, old lady footwear for cardio and then do modified pilates. Or suck it up and fork out the money for a personal trainer.
  • Read more diverse authors. I thought I was doing a decent job, but when I look at what I read last year, it’s not nearly as representative as it should be. Another book loving friend of mine shared a kick-ass premade reading log spreadsheet (find it here on Bookriot.com) with me that tracks all kinds of reading stats, including an option to help me keep tabs on author diversity. This spreadsheet is my new best friend.
  • Write the damn mini book reviews immediately upon finishing a book. This. Will. Happen. I’m four for four already this year. Go me! I’ve promised myself I can’t start a new book until I’ve written a review for the recently finished one. I’ve added a tab on my reading spreadsheet to keep them all in one place for easy fluffing up prior to publishing.  
  • Get “Baby Shark” off repeat in my head. Send help!   
  • Stop being a chicken and try to get a literary agent. I finished writing a children’s book last year. Have I done anything to try to get in published? Uhhhhhhhhhhhh, does half-heartedly researching literary agents and sending it off to some friends for feedback count? I could have been using my foot injury downtime to make serious headway, but I’m terrified it’s not good enough and hid behind reading books instead. Putting it in writing here leaves me panic-stricken but holds me accountable. I’ll need all the happy thoughts I can get because I know rejection lurks around the corner. Rejection sucks, but it’s part of the process and will make me a better writer in the long run even if I never get published.

  Happy New Year to you and yours, and I apologize profusely for getting “Baby Shark” stuck in your head again. (You know you sang it to yourself at least once since I mentioned it.) I thought it would be a diversionary tactic to get it to ooze out of my head permanently.

  Sorry shark? Doo doo doo doo doo doo . . .

  

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