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Reviewer Spotlight: Kat Kiddles

What’s the oddest thing you own? A ceramic figure of a winged angel kneeling in prayer, chipped and scuffed from over a hundred battered earthly years. She came to me from a tiny chapel atop a hill on the side of a volcano in the Mediterranean. She’s currently guarding my basil from evil; somehow, the weeds are getting by her, though.

Bringing Up Bebe

We made quite an entrance: the only ones with a stroller walking into a fashionable dining lounge spotted with floor-to-ceiling torches and foot-long miniskirts. To top that image off for you, imagine me knocking a glass to the floor with my diaper bag on my way to our table. The glass shattered so loudly that it overshadowed the music throbbing out of the invisible wall speakers. But we did it! We managed—quite comfortably—to have a lovely dinner on the quieter outdoor patio…

Perpetual Patterns

If there’s one thing that doesn’t resonate with me, it’s safe writing. It’s often sterile, boring, and shallow. When writers distance themselves from their words, they end up filling pages with an excuse to write, often without saying anything of much substance. I’ve only just started…

How to Dress for Success

If you dress at least somewhat in line with the circles in which you travel, it is easier to earn the trust of those around you. Of course, that’s not always true. When I was in high school, I always wore black dresses and tights with nauseating colors and designs (Enormous pocket watches! Bright, Kermit green! Paisleys!). I did get teased…

The Code

Now I hear what people are feeling, and I see the thoughts that cycle through their minds. It’s no longer about brushing off the stuff that shouldn’t bother others because it doesn’t bother me. My perspective has shifted. It’s now much more about understanding where those pains come…

Under Sonoran Skies

It’s not easy for me to begin reading a book of poetry. Poetry wastes no time drilling into the depths of the cavities I desperately pretend are just stains. It has a way of crippling my defenses and ripping open my heart to the meanings between the letters.

Politically Correct Bedtime Stories

The stories we read to our children are meant to speak to our children; they’re meant to open their eyes to the world they just entered, provide them with hints about how to make choices, and most importantly, they’re meant to inspire them to feel comfortable enough in their own skin to be who they came here to be. I don’t think that using the masculine pronoun throughout an entire story will create sexists, but I do believe that stories…

Woe is I

Considering the state of the informal dialogue you hear on the street and the bloody psychotic emphasis on cutting sentiments down to fewer and fewer characters, it’s difficult to believe that anyone other than editors and devout wordsmiths would bother spending time with O’Conner. And that makes me sad because she’s funny and witty and makes a book about rules a really fun read. O’Conner has managed to write a book about grammar…

2012: Midnight at Spanish Gardens

One thing this books reminds me of is that we’re constantly being asked to make choices—some grand and some seemingly inconsequential—that dictate how our lives unravel, all the while…

Shereen Travels Cheap

Shereen is an incredibly organized traveler. From her uber-functional carry-on (I wonder when the last time was that she checked a bag), to packing spare zip locks for oddball items and a #10 envelope to store all her receipts, brochures, and flyers, she’s on top of her game. I’m…

How to Dress for Success

This book feels like a black and white movie produced by the creators of Sex and the City. It provides almost clinical instruction on how to dress to get what you want, whether it be a job or a man, with an endearing sense of righteous indignation. It’s difficult to take its advice seriously, yet I can’t help but agree with it most of the time. There really is a book of rules that the best players in life follow. Even though you may want to…

Treading Water

I’m sitting here, in my mildly jet-lagged and highly caffeinated state, reading the disclaimer of Braman’s book where she talks about how she’s not responsible for the water that comes into your life while reading her book. Meanwhile, I can actually feel my hair growing into…

The Magus of Strovolos

I don’t often read books more than once. Sometimes I keep a book for years after I’ve read it if it made a strong impression, but it’s very few to which I return. I’m revisiting Daskalos during these last few weeks of…

Eating Crow

I love it when a book’s story aligns in real-time with parallels in my own life. I’m reading this book over Thanksgiving; a turning point in the book takes place over some spilled gravy during Thanksgiving dinner. Then in New York, pale Czech…