Thursday, December 30, 2021

Best books of 2021

I read sixty-five books in 2021.  It has become somewhat of a tradition to post my Top-10 book list at the end of each calendar year.  If you follow my Facebook "Quarantine Reads album," you may be familiar already with my mini book reviews re-pasted here as my hobby of choice to escape COVID (both getting it and thinking about it) has been devouring books. If you only have time for a few books next year and want to narrow down your choices, here are my absolute favorites!


I was gifted Untamed from my sister-in-law and absolutely LOVED and devoured this book and Glennon Doyle's writing. This is a memoir (her third) that all women (and men, too!) need to read-- it reminds us that, while we are all broken and fighting our own difficult battles, we do not deserve to be caged or suffer through society's "expectations," and need to become free to pursue our own paths and passions, true love, authenticity, and self-acceptance. Her mantra is "We can do hard things." I also follow her podcast (named for her mantra) and get a lot out of it every week.



I love Kristin Hannah's writing, and adored this book of historical fiction about Elsa Martinelli, a woman who grew up without a loving family but who single-handedly leads her own during the devastation of the Great Depression. She carries them in strength and spirit from the dust bowl and fallow great plains of Texas in the 1930s to the migrant camps of California trying to make their way as farmworkers and Americans trying to get by (and fight for their rights) during this incredibly challenging time in our nation's history. 


Isabel Wilkerson's The Warmth of Other Suns, which chronicled the Great Migration of African Americans through the stories of three individuals and their families, was one of the best books I'd read in 2020 and the preceding decade. Caste is her latest book, which is a marvel of research, history, psychology, and philosophy that describes the American (racial) caste system in the context of two other notable caste systems (that of India and Nazi Germany which actually shockingly modeled their practices of terror after the American South). It describes the day-to-day injustices (and consequences for health, prosperity, and happiness) that so many of the "subordinate caste" black and brown people face in this country, and explains fully the white-lash to the election of the nation's first black president due to its "dominant group status threat," explaining the power of white tribalism. It wonders how the people of this country will be behaving (and voting) around 2042 when the US is no longer expected to be majority white (I wonder a lot, too). "Caste is more than rank, it is a state of mind that holds everyone captive, the dominant imprisoned in an illusion of their own entitlement, the subordinate trapped in the purgatory of someone else's definition of who they are and who they should be." Everyone (particularly white male Christians at the top of the caste hierarchy) should read this important book!  


Notes on a Silencing is a remarkable book, a memoir from Lacy Crawford about her time and sexual assault at the hands of two boys at St. Paul's, an elite Episcopalian boarding school in New Hampshire. It reminded me a lot of Chanel Miller's Know My Name, one of the best books I read in 2020. It is the shocking (yet, sadly, unsurprising) tale of victim-shaming and an elaborate cover-up which serves to silence the voices of vulnerable girls and women, while protecting the patriarchy and those in power. Like watching in horror Brett Kavanaugh's confirmation to the Supreme Court despite similar offenses against Christine Blasey Ford, it reminds us sadly that men's voices and power still rule supreme, although women continue, bravely, to do their absolute best not to be silenced, despite the great personal costs.


Rodham was the extremely hard-to-put-down imagined history of the life that Hillary Rodham would have led had she not said "Yes" to marrying Bill Clinton. Based on true events in her story from Wellesley days to Yale Law (and her romance with Bill) and beyond, admirers of this woman and all that she has accomplished in her *real life* will have have even more respect for her as a truly remarkable human after reading this novel. (This book is also like therapy for the soul for those of us traumatized by the 2016 election and aftermath and who know she would make a fabulous president).


Shuggie Bain is the haunting and heartbreaking yet beautifully written novel (full of Scottish colloquialisms) about little Hugh ("Shuggie") Bain, an effeminate young boy growing up in Glasgow public housing, whose life is constrained and defined by extreme poverty, the alcoholism of his mother, and the abandonment by all father figures in his life. It is the (based in truth) story of a young man, who has recognized that he is "different," and who is forced to make his own way in the cruel, gray world amidst the most impossible of circumstances. Its characters in all their broken humanity will stay with you long after you turn this book's last raw, honest page. 


The Last Letter From Your Lover was another heartwarming love story by one of the best in the business, British writer Jojo Moyes (who also wrote the classic Me Before You which I highly recommend). It weaves the story of Jennifer Stirling, a 1960s housewife who had a love affair shocking for the times and whose conclusion will surprise you, with the discovery of her love letters by Ellie, a modern woman and journalist struggling with her own relationship drama. This book became a Netflix movie starring Shailene Woodley, which is also worth a watch! 


There's a reason that Anxious People was on a six-month holds list when I tried (unsuccessfully) to borrow it in e-book form. I LOVED this book, and it, with deep empathy as well as tongue-in-cheek dry humor, was so much what I needed to read a a moment in my career (during the Delta surge of COVID) when I was truly beat down.  Swedish author Fredrik Backman (who also wrote the wonderful books A Man Called Ove and Beartown) hits another one out of the park with this sweet story about a group of (anxious, all struggling with life) strangers embroiled in a (bungled) hostage-taking endeavor in an apartment for sale, and who realize that we're all doing our best despite our flaws, and that we're all in this together. "We can't change the world, and a lot of the time we can't even change people. No more than one bit at a time. So we do what we can to help whenever we get the chance. We save those we can. We do our best. Then we try to find a way to convince ourselves that that will just have to be enough. So we can live with our failures without drowning."



If you are struggling with decisions, relationships of any kind, and just "hard things" in general, read this book by Cheryl Strayed, the author of Wild (in which she wrote about her family and experience on the Pacific Coast Trail)! Weaving her own experiences as a child, daughter, and mother into her wise words doled out by herself as "Sugar," an advice columnist for The Rumpus, she reminds us how to be broken and human, yet still move forward with our best lives.  It reminded me a lot of Untamed. 

I absolutely loved, loved, loved Between Two Kingdoms, a memoir written by a young woman, Suelika, whose life is derailed by a diagnosis of acute leukemia, and who has to find her way years later as a cancer survivor who doesn't quite know how to live in the "kingdom of the well" once achieving remission. Her stories about her upbringing, culture, family, friends, illness, and finding her way in the world will break your heart, and her writing will leave you breathless in its beauty. I think this was my favorite book I read this entire year, and it sweetly came near the end of the year! 

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Happy reading! Can't wait to see what great books 2022 holds! Send your best recommendations my way!

NorCal Snowmageddon 2021

Northern California has had its share of disasters this year! It was another bad year for wildfires. There was the earthquake last week. We've had some pretty frustrating road closures (rockslide north of us) for months on end. 

And then came the snow (which is rare near the coast). 

This past week, a huge winter storm hit the west and northwest, with rain pelting down on California. There was a massive hail storm right before our plane landed on Christmas night and many weather-related flight cancellations (ours thankfully wasn't one of them). There have been feet and feet of snow in Lake Tahoe, breaking all sorts of historical records. And the HWY 299 east of us closed down, shutting off the town of Willow Creek from the coast and Redding, closing the Open Door clinic and more, due to snow and other downed trees. Many areas in Southern Humboldt were without power.

I didn't catch actual snow in our parts on the coast (some friends posted on FB about snow in Arcata) but many friends we know took their kids up to Berry Summit/Titlow Hill about 35 min east of us (and which we checked out last year) to do some serious snow playing and sledding.

Here are some local news screenshots I captured of our snowmageddon 2021. 





It's definitely felt cold and frosty around these parts but I'm not that into snow, and actually enjoyed the sun coming out today.  

I'm sure the kids (when they return) are going to be a bit bummed they didn't get to play in fresh powder, but they're probably enjoying the milder weather of SoCal. Another time! 

Wednesday, December 29, 2021

Lessons of a childless workweek

Kelvin and I were able to take the week before Christmas (12/24 was a company holiday) off work, which coincided with the first week of Iver's two-week Christmas break from school (Kingston had three weeks off! Niall's school was also closed for 9 days). However, I had to return this week to take Monday/Tuesday OB weekly call plus holiday (NYE+) weekend call (and one week in SoCal is more than enough for me), so this time, we made plans for Kelvin and me to fly home and left the kids with my in-laws for the additional week. We'd figured that the boys would probably enjoy cousin and aunt time more than time at home with random babysitters while we worked locally; while initially a bit resistant, Iver came around and the boys have been having a blast with family (including a trip to Disneyland for Niall!).  Thankfully, K and my flight left LAX on Christmas night and didn't get disrupted by any of the COVID-related flight cancellations or weather events in California, and we were back at home by 11 p.m. or so on the 25th. Kelvin flies back down on Friday to retrieve the boys and will return the next day when I'm still on call (weather permitting).

It is extremely weird to be home here, without them (while we've traveled and left the kids with their paternal grandparents, we haven't been at home without them!). The house is quiet (eerily so).  Kelvin remarked on Sunday how "productive" he was able to be during the weekend day.  I am also finding that working without the mental load of parenting or trying to rush to do daycare pick-up or get everyone out the door on time has alleviated a lot of workday stress. Kids certainly add a hard "time" boundary (without them, we can stay a little late finishing charts or emails, or do work in the mornings or early evenings, which can lead to a bit of work-a-holicism), but it's sure way easier to be focused and productive at work without the "backpack" or background burden of day-to-day parenting duties (it's been seven years since I've experienced being a working adult without kids at home!). I didn't feel as guilty about sleeping at the hospital overnight and being there after 6 a.m. this morning due to a hypertensive labor patient because I wasn't worried about "showing up" and "being present" for the the kids, who usually wake up around that time.  Juggling after-hours and weekend on-call responsibilities (where I sometimes never feel mentally present because I'm always listening for my phone to ring) with parenting is extremely hard for me, so the burden is just a bit lighter this week.



I also have been cooking things that we like, without commentary like "Yuck! I don't like that!"  I realize that I mind cooking a lot less when I know that the food will get eaten and that my efforts will have not been in vain. This week, we've had crockpot tortilla soup, shrimp and cauliflower, ribs and brussel sprouts (the kids will eat ribs but not brussel sprouts), take-out sushi (Kelvin has an interesting Door Dash story about this), and will have Mongolian beef tomorrow.

There are hardly any dishes to wash when the kids don't come back from school with millions of tupperware containers! The house stays so clean!

We can have adult dinner conversations and tackle real issues, topics, and planning without being interrupted 5,000 times!

Kelvin tells me I don't nag him as much without parenting duties and attention to attempt to split equitably, and is enjoying that I let him do his own thing.

We can even wake up after 6 a.m. and still make it out the door on time!

Kelvin has been enjoying quiet time in the evenings watching basketball and TV (we even watched "National Lampoon's Christmas Vacation" together, the first movie I think we've watched together in maybe a year). If I weren't on call all the time, I'd enjoy some free time in the evenings, too. It’s nice to have couple time.  

We will have to figure out a sustainable plan for childcare for future years' breaks (including the summertimes) but this was a pretty good option this time as the kids seem to be doing extremely well (Facetiming only once and behaving well).  My MIL and SILs have been sharing lots of good photos and short videos to keep us in the loop.

Homemade pizza and gingerbread men at Kat's 







Time for art with Angel 



Stocking up on supplies

Card playing






Reading

Disney Trip with Theresa!









The amazing Spiderman!









Horsing around with Kat

You know you've taken on parenting when....

Movie time with cousins!


Special dessert gift from Santa 



Thanks to my in-laws for helping us so much this week by caring for our kiddos. While I do think I prefer vacation with kids to work without kids and I definitely miss them, it's been nice to have some adults-only breathing time this week. 

Sunday, December 26, 2021

Threading a fine worry needle-- too much, or not enough?


We are almost two years into a pandemic, with the background stress of COVID ebbing and flowing (more flowing recently, due to the surge of Omicron).  I am also seven years into parenting, which has presented numerous challenges to me personally and emotionally and is, by far, the hardest job I've ever done, especially in this day and age. I constantly feel like I'm threading a needle between "This will mess them up forever" and "Kids are resilient; they will be ok.")

I am not sure that all parents do it to the same degree, but a lot of parents I know (mostly moms; not to be sexist, but I think men don't have as much worry, guilt, or shame) are constantly wondering if what they're doing (or not doing) is screwing up their kids in some day, or ruining their chances of a happy, healthy, productive future. I tend (in life) to probably worry more than most, particularly about the future, and the type-A perfectionist in me wants to "get it right" (and December is a hard month for me with so much going on). There is a book called "Rule Makers, Rule Breakers; how Tight and Loose Cultures Wire Our World" (the psychology of which I heard about on NPR but which I haven't read yet) which describes "tight" and "loose" cultures (and people) in their approaches to problems. I bet you can guess which type I am (and sometimes that we feel like we don't "fit in" to the culture of which we're a part!).

Iver exhibits quite a lot of anxiety (gee, I wonder where he gets it from?) and tends to be "explosive" in his emotions (sometimes making me cry in frustration and fear of his future self even though I know I shouldn't take too personally his actions and words from an underdeveloped frontal lobe). Kelvin doesn't worry in the same way that our children might be serial killers or psychopaths if we don't parent just right (however, I'm sure Donald Trump's mother didn't want him to turn out the way he did, right?!).

I think pandemic parenting has magnified everything because we're constantly trying to walk a perfect line between worrying too much ("what if my kid goes, but then gets to exposed to COVID at that birthday party, and then gets quarantined, and we don't have childcare, and he misses school, or, worse, he spreads it to someone vulnerable and now I have to tell them about the exposure...") and worrying too little ("So if he gets COVID, then so what? Kids are very low risk for severe disease, and a ten-day isolation period is really not the end of the world. Other kids are out there enjoying life, which must go on! Masks for kids aren't even a thing in the UK. Let them play.").

Being down south with K's in-laws brings up a lot of challenges for me as a parent. We (mostly driven by me) are very tight with screen time in our house for the kids (set times on weekends only) and try our best to promote healthy eating and a healthy lifestyle (vegetables at lunch and dinner meals, please try what the adults eat, eat whole foods whenever possible, walks and exercise are good), despite how horrified I am by the pickiness of both kids (in different ways, but the common thread is that Hormel pepperoni is their favorite source of protein [cringe] and boxed mac and cheese is another staple, especially when I'm on call as Kelvin doesn't really cook).  K's parents and brother are very relaxed with the above with their kids, and I always feel like a neurotic parent carrying around and adding fresh veggies to their plates when my kids eat with theirs and refusing constant sweet treats and junk food even though their cousins are allowed these seemingly without limits ("It's not our house or our rules. Lighten up," Kelvin says. "All kids are picky, but will probably be normally eating adults," he also reminds me).

There is screen time (too much and the wrong kind definitely harms kids in terms of attention spans, behavior, obesity and more). We adults obviously didn't grow up with ubiquitous iPads and phones and excepting summer times in Minnesota, I recall watching very little TV as a child or young adult and I'm constantly trying to shield my kids from getting sucked into the addiction to devices in favor of creative play, games, art, and reading ("I watched a lot of TV as a kid, still enjoy it, and I seem to be okay," counters Kelvin).

My rational brain knows (especially from all the parenting podcasts I listen to and books that I read) that having two loving but imperfect parents who engage and play with, read to, empathize with, and show up for our kids is what matters to long-term emotional health and academic success. However, in practice, it's just hard to know when and what to let go, and when to push your kids, set firm limits and boundaries, and hold the tight line lest the slope become too slippery.

Let me know if you have it figured out!  I have a lot of years to wait to see if we parented "mostly okay." 

- A "tight" mom struggling in a "loose" world with many modern challenges (and COVID)

Saturday, December 25, 2021

Christmas 2021


 



After returning from the desert, we had family Christmas dinner at Kenn &  Lisa's house on Christmas Eve. Despite the concerns about the infectiousness of the newest COVID variant of concern, Omicron, spending the time with vaccinated/boosted (for those eligible) family felt about as safe as it could be, all things considering, and far different from our quiet at-home "quarantine Christmas" of 2020 (we are  hoping that no one contracted COVID during our travels this year although the Christmas week celebrations were likely still worth it given our low-largely low-risk group and I personally feel that it's time to do away with isolating/quarantining minimally or asymptomatic people, especially vaccinated ones, going forward in this country).


We joked about the "virtual" background roast and yule log


Katherine and August (and photobomber)




The hosts



These guys are buds!


Foot and photos first, then presents.






We joked this might be one of Pep's last Christmases (but who knows!).

The OG three




Siblings

Beloved aunties






The kids were sooo excited to tear into the gifts.













 More matching Pikachu gear, along with Paw Patrol items and trucks! 





Iver expressed some skepticism about the existence of Santa but he delivered on Christmas morning to K's parents' house.












The kids hadn't really been to church since before the pandemic but we braved Mass on Christmas morning in Garden Grove and they didn't have the best attention spans but I'm glad we went. 















Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!