Tuesday, January 31, 2012
SUGARLAND is free on Kindle today!
Enjoy! About the book:As children, Kit and Kiki Smithers performed and the Sugar Babes, but those glory days are long gone. All that remains are the blues the sisters sing as they cope with withering marriages, cheating spouses, lost opportunities, and the demands of motherhood. Sugar Land is a verdant novel about the healing power of forgiveness, the seemingly impossible task of loving, the resilience of family ties, and what happens when a tornado meets a double-wide trailer house. PMA Benjamin Franklin Award finalist (1999) “Every character in this novel resonates with life. This talented author knows how to bring pen-and-ink people to flesh and blood fulfillment…poignantly authentic.” Southern Living “Alternately wrenching and humorous…Rodgers’ strength is her knack for realistic characters…and a womanly wise, laugh-through-tears appreciation of life.” Publisher’s Weekly “Richly appealing…” Library Journal “Bittersweet…priceless…” Chicago Tribune “Pure charm…compelling…full of humor and compassion. Sugarland is a delight to read, and Rodgers is a terrific discovery.” Tampa Tribune-Times
Sunday, January 29, 2012
If you want to give a writer a gift...
Today for my birthday, he gave me this WWI officer's compass and said, "The purpose is not so you can find your way. It's so you know your way."
Friday, January 27, 2012
More Awesome Freeness: Crazy for Trying on Kindle
In honor of the 50th Anniversary of Patsy Cline's "Crazy," our own New York Times bestseller Joni Rodgers has made her novel CRAZY FOR TRYING absolutely free for Kindle! Check it out!
Download Free Today: Touched by Fire
First published in 1999 and written under my Gwyneth Atlee pseudonym, Touched by Fire is as much a historical fiction as it is a historical romance, focusing on the 1871 Great Peshtigo Fire, which blazed through Wisconsin territory on the very same day as the Great Chicago Fire. And for the new few days, it's an absolutely free download for the Kindle.
I'd love it if you would download today and help me share the news using the Facebook or Twitter feed buttons!
Crazy For Trying FREE on Kindle this weekend!
Pardon me while I feel a little bit awesome about that...
Thursday, January 26, 2012
Patsy Cline "Crazy"
Looking up some facts about the song that offered up the perfect title for my first novel, Crazy For Trying (which happens to be FREE on Kindle Select this weekend), I was ridiculously thrilled to discover that it was released the day I was born.
Patsy Cline "Crazy"
Looking up some facts about the song that offered up the perfect title for my first novel, Crazy For Trying (which happens to be FREE on Kindle Select this weekend), I was ridiculously thrilled to discover that it was released the day I was born.
What I have in common with "Crazy"
"Crazy" has been in my head my whole life, and offered up the perfect title for my first novel, Crazy for Trying.
To celebrate my big Five-Oh, Crazy for Trying will be FREE this weekend on Kindle Select.
Tuesday, January 24, 2012
"Jan Pehchan Ho" Warning: Mohammed Rafi music inspires uncontrollable paroxysms of coolness
I can't help it. It makes me want to dance. And go to the chiropractor. Basically, this is how I'm entering my 50s this week: not terribly graceful, but with a LOT of enthusiasm!
Monday, January 23, 2012
The Queen of the Night aria (Bam! Take that, Monday!)
Yeah, a bunch of really smart people thought this was a terrible idea too.
Sunday, January 22, 2012
Breathe
Ted spoke today. Ted Benfey doesn't often speak up, but when he does, I listen. Ted is eighty-seven years old, a former chemistry professor--he and I have taught in the same classrooms--and an emigre who as a young boy was lucky enough to escape Hitler's killing machine. One of the things he taught at our college was the philosophy of chemistry: a field of study which asks us to think not just about how the world is bonded together, but about the very idea of bonding itself. Ted has been retired now from teaching for many years; his shoulders are stooped, and when he stands in a meeting to speak, he grips the back of the chair in front of him, if one is there. If not, he stands and folds his hands in front of him, balancing himself from the inside. His voice is soft, and it shakes slightly. I should be clear: this is a bit like saying a tree shakes softly. You don't confuse the delicacy at the edge with the welded rings of the core.
Today Ted stood and gripped the back of the chair in front of him, and this is the story he told, as nearly as I can capture his words, and his lilting voice:
"Today, I am thinking about meditation. I have practiced meditation for a long time. When I do so, I do it by focusing on a single sound, or a word; or else I will concentrate only on my breathing, my breath going in and out. It is very important to me, this meditation, and I am very interested in meditation as a subject.
"But one day, not long ago, something began to happen to me. I did not only meditate, but I began to think about meditation. I began to buy books on meditation, and I began reading about meditation. Then, in the way of things, other people began to recommend books to me, and before I knew it I had quite a pile of books, books about meditation and about other subjects that are also very important. At about this same time, I became aware of a feeling--a feeling that I had not only so many things to read, but so many, many things to do, so many things that I must do. I became overwhelmed by this feeling, and began to be quite unwell. I went to my doctor, and my blood pressure was elevated--it had gone through the roof, in fact--and he put me on medication, and told me that we must do some ultrasound tests to check my internal organs. At this point, I contacted my sons, who do not live near me--one of them lives in Tokyo, and has done so for a generation now--and I told them what was happening, thinking that I should let them know just in case something was going to take me off to the hospital. My son in Tokyo wrote back to me right away, and this is what he said:
'I want you to go back to breathing. I want you to think only about your breath. Your body needs oxygen, and so you must take it in. You must breathe in what you need, then you must breathe out what you no longer need. You must breathe in the oxygen. You must breathe out the carbon dioxide, which you no longer need but that something else--the plants--can use. I want you to do this, and think in this way. Breathe in what you need. Breathe out what you no longer need. And I want you to do this for twenty minutes.'
"It was amazing, the difference this made. I realized, as I breathed this way, that the books that I had did not have to be read right now. And that the things that I had to do, they did not have to be done, not right now. When I went in later on for the ultrasound tests, nothing showed up on them at all. My blood pressure was normal again, and the doctor congratulated himself that it was the medication that had done it.
"As I breathed in and out again, I remembered things that other people had taught me about breathing. That, for instance, when we breathe in we have the chance to take in the suffering of the world, of a group or an individual, or maybe of the suffering we are immediately aware of . . . and then we have the chance to breathe out our compassion and love. This memory came back to me as I breathed, as I concentrated on taking in what I needed.
"When I told my son about this memory that had come to me, he reminded me that the idea that we breathe in the suffering of others and breathe out our compassion for the world is a practice known as Tonglen, and that it has been practiced in India and in Tibet. And I wasn't at all surprised to hear this. And then I thought of something else."
For a moment I had trouble, as Ted's voice shook, understanding. He was saying that he had been watching a television program earlier this week, and the program had been about . . . I breathed, and then I decided that the word he had said was "god." But that didn't sound right. Then I breathed again, and I realized he had said the word "garden." He was saying that he had been watching a program about gardens here in North Carolina, and that one, the Charlotte Botanic Garden, had a section devoted to a meditative garden, a space in which to sit and breathe.
". . . out what you no longer need," Ted ended, and sat carefully down, feeling the chair beneath him, while in the room around him the words god, garden and breath danced, forming an unstable compound.
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