Sara's Night Out: A Short Story

I don't see horror/suspense movies in the theater like I used to, quietly trading snarky comments with a friend at the ridiculousness of the situation or the characters' choices.  The problem is that, since my journey into motherhood, I take the children's fake peril way too seriously.  I don't mean getting a bit creeped out afterward.  I'm talking about full on adrenaline dump, ready-for-a-fight against imaginary characters creating make-believe havoc.  Like I'm the mom version of the Incredible Hulk, ready to rain down my wrath on those who would harm such a precious little darling.

That's where the idea for the following short story arrived.

Sara's Night Out

I settle into the second chair in the middle row, leaving my husband to take the aisle seat.

"Aren't you proud? I haven't mentioned Sammy once tonight," I say, referring to our son who is back home with the babysitter.

I wince, but Emmet only smiles.  The house lights dim, and we turn our attention to the screen.   Having forgotten my jacket, I squirm closer to my husband.  The movie has already started, and he stares at the action onscreen.

Monsters have surrounded a secluded mountain resort, and stranded vacationers barricade themselves inside the main lodge.

"What are those things?" a young woman asks.

"I took the blood from the one we killed up to the microscope in the nature center.  It's riddled with parasitic viruses!" a guy with thick glasses says.

I giggle.  "Parasitic viruses," I say into my husband's ear.

He doesn't turn, but, even in the dark, I detect him rolling his eyes.  I bite back my other comments and turn back to the story.

The camera sweeps through the forest to a tiny, dark cabin with its own monster fan club.  The scene  moves to the cabin's interior, and my stomach drops.

"Who left that kid all alone in the woods?" I ask.

Emmet pats my hand.

The little girl on screen cowers beneath a table as the creatures crash through the window.  The biggest pushes past the others and licks his lips as he stalks toward the girl.  My heart races until I can feel its pulsing even through my toes.

They'll cut away soon...Or someone will come to help her.  Who wants to watch a little girl get ripped apart, right?

The monster has reached her now and drags her out from under the table by her leg.  She shrieks and slaps him across the face.  She kicks at him with her free leg, but he wrenches the other.  He lifts her over his head and throws her at his waiting companions.

The blood within my veins has been replaced with fire.  I grip the armrests of my seat until my knuckles turn white.

The monsters drag the screaming child outside and throw her down upon the ground.  She scrambles to her feet.  She sprints in the opposite direction, tears streaming down her face.  She screams for help, but her fear renders her little voice into unintelligible warbles.  The monsters descend, mouths open and ready for the easy meal.  The girl howls, and something bursts within my chest.

The arm of my chair dislodges itself with a crack.

"Mama's coming, sweetie!" I say as I leap over the row of seats in front of me.

People scatter out of my way as I stalk down the aisles, chair arm raised above my head.  I reach the edge of the floor lights and plunge into the blackness beyond.  My foot catches something.  I stumble and hit the ground hard.  Pain pierces my right knee, but it may as well come from someone else's body.  I rush back to my feet and whirl the chair arm at the nearest monster.  My arm vibrates with the force of the connecting blow, but the monster continues its assault.  I swing again and again, repeatedly bashing the monster over the back, but it only ripples and continues the assault.

The little girl's screams reach inside my body, a thousand needles piercing my brain and shredding my heart.  I grit my teeth and turn away as my eyes begin to burn.  A hundred eyes stare at me, but no one moves a muscle.

"Help me!" My voice cracks as warm liquid spreads down my cheeks.

The light from a room beyond ours catches my eye.

I'm attacking a reflection.

I race up the ramp toward where the real monsters wait.  Someone reaches out and grabs my arm.

"Let's go home, Sara," a voice says in my ear.

The girl's cries weaken.

"Mama's coming, baby!"

I yank free and continue my upward climb.  I burst through a door and stumble into a room filled with equipment.  The source of the light and sounds sits to my right, encased inside a strange box.  I raise the weapon one last time.

"Mama's here, baby...Mama's here."

Book Review: The Banished of Muirwood by Jeff Wheeler

Eighteen year old Maia was banished from her kingdom by her own father--with quite a bit of persuasion by his new lover.  Now, her only hope to save herself and her people lies in a quest to rid the world of the Myriad Ones, a nasty group of spirits drawn to all forms of human suffering.  Her dabbling in reading and magic (which are forbidden for women), however, has left her with several powerful enemies.  As she fights to stay one step ahead of those who hunt her, it becomes clear that something has already gone horribly wrong.  Something is wrong with Maia, and that something threatens to bring doom down upon not only herself, but anyone around her.

'The Banished of Muirwood' is the first book in a series entitled 'Covenant of Muirwood'.  It is a followup series to the original Muirwood trilogy called 'Legends of Muirwood.  Although Maia's story occurs one hundred years later than that of the first trilogy, 'Banished' does seem to expect the reader to have a basic understanding of its world and magic system, so, if you haven't read the first series, I would recommend you do so before trying this one.  I feel that the 'Legends' series was better than the first book of this latest series, but I did still enjoy 'The Banished of Muirwood'.  The character development and elements of magic were not as strong, but still managed to paint an interesting picture.  There is an element of Cinderella and her Evil Stepmother that I found difficult to get through, but Maia's story is, thankfully, more than that. Maia is part ruler, part young girl, and the combination of the two both saves and hinders her progress.  By the time she begins to realize that her quest has begun to unravel before it has really begun, multiple layers of the plot have converged, and the action of the story really takes off.  If you are a fan of epic fantasy, you'll want to add the Muirwood series to your list.

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Book Review: 'The Martian' by Andy Weir

Mark Watney wakes on the Martian surface, injured, alone, and wearing a suit bleeding air. He has survived the dust storm that separated him from his team during their evacuation, but he knows they have been forced to leave him behind. The good news is that the habitat has also survived and is stocked with enough food and supplies to last a few months.  He also knows that another team is scheduled to arrive on Mars and could potentially give him a ride home. There are only two problems. First, communication is down and NASA thinks him dead, so his only hope of connecting with the other team would be to appear on their doorstep at just the right time. Second, the next team will not arrive for over a year, when his supplies will have long been exhausted. Can Mark figure out a way to contact NASA, stretch his supplies, and get himself to the right location on a foreign planet that seems bent on his destruction?

This book is extremely well written.  Following along with Mark as he works out the solutions to his problems under such extreme pressure kept me up well into the night. I simply could not put the book down. The character himself is fascinating, and I loved how he kept managing to find his sense of humor, even after set backs that pushed him to his breaking point. This book reads like an adrenaline-packed 'How to Survive on Mars' handbook that perfectly balances the science detail with the action and drama of Mark's story.

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Book Review: Dragonfly Part I by Charles A. Cornell

In World War II era England, Ronnie is pilot for the Royal Air Force whose gender has meant restriction to mail runs and supply deliveries for the “real” pilots.  When she is reassigned to a new base under the navy’s jurisdiction, she stumbles into a new program and chance for a far more exciting assignment.  A navy scientist has discovered a new energy source which he has adapted for a new type of plane called the Dragonfly.  Dragonfly’s unique abilities could give the British an important advantage in the war, but it’s still in development, and test pilots are, understandably, in short supply.  Fearing the enemy will destroy the base before the work is complete, Ronnie’s commander agrees to allow her to begin the testing until a replacement arrives.  While on a test run, however, the base is attacked.  Ronnie is forced to join the battle, setting off a chain of events that leads to her assignment on a top secret mission that just might be the difference between winning and losing the war.

Dragonfly is a dieselpunk novel set in an alternate reality version of World War II.  Although this area of history has certainly been the subject of more than its fair share of works of fiction, I was pleasantly surprised by how well the author took real world events and merged them into something that feels real but is something altogether different.  Following along with Ronnie as she learns the ins and outs of Dragonfly’s capabilities is interesting, and her subsequent crash course in the enemy’s technologies serves as a chilling counterpoint to all of the team’s advances.

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Summer Road Trip: our tour of the nation's great rest stops

As our 10th wedding anniversary approached, my husband and I decided to try something a little different to celebrate: a family road trip.

You might be thinking us insane.  "A road trip with a preschooler! But what about bathrooms, strange beds, all the packing, and the picky eating habits? Are we there yet?!"

Technology, honestly, is a lifesaver.  It's easy to find the nearest rest areas or, in absolute emergencies, restaurants and gas stations.   (Don't pass a rest stop, no matter how many times he swears he doesn't need it.  It's a trap!)  That also means it's easier to find familiar foods for the more 'discerning' child (Google Maps was our go to), and we brought along a few non-perishable snacks and a cooler for easy picnics from the grocery store when the pickings were scarce.  We also tried the trick of saving a couple cheap puzzles as surprises for our son along the way.  These worked great for awhile, but he soon lost interest.  He asked about a million times what time we would get to the hotel, where was it, what would we have to eat, where would we sleep, would there be elevators, and why weren't we just headed straight to Grandma's.  Then I surrendered and let him watch movies on my computer. (Yes, I know, his brain is now ruined forever.  Thanks.)

As for the packing? Yeah, completely insane.  There was so much, I decided to pack it into bags according to the stage of our trip that we would need it, so that we wouldn't have to drag everything out at each hotel.  This worked pretty well, but it did require a lot of pre-planning.


I knew Savannah would be tricky with a child since it's not exactly the first place anyone thinks of for family travel, but there are few good things to be found.  My son loved the playground at Forsyth Park, which was so enormous, he could only stare at it for several moments with his mouth hanging open. (There are two, one for the younger set and one for older children)  The downtown bus and tram are a great way to get around, along with free entertainment for the preschool set.  For dinner, if you're in the mood to splurge, I'd definitely recommend the Pirate House.  They really put in the extra effort to welcome families, including kids menus that have non-alcoholic versions of the adult drinks, and, when the ordering is done, they turn into pirate hats, eye patches, and treasure.  The food is great, and, if your kids are a little older, they also have guided tours of the historic building in which the restaurant is located.  We did, however, casually guide our son back to the quiet of the hotel pool after dinner, as the booze tours began to hit full swing.  Bar hopping from a bike-powered cart is apparently a thing, and the scene became less appealing for those of us with tiny human parrots.  (How do you stay on those things, anyway, and not spill your drinks all over your neighbors? Is that how you know when you've hit your limit?)

The Playground for young children at Forsyth Park

Pisgah National Forest in North Carolina was breathtakingly beautiful.  I'd recommend hitting the more popular sites first (those closest to the roadside), since it's also pretty busy during the summer.  We did the opposite, choosing a few hiking trails first.  By the time we visited Looking Glass Falls the stairs were overcrowded, making it difficult for our little one to climb down to the observation platform. There are several quiet, well maintained picnic areas when your family is ready for a break.  (There are also plenty of those very important restrooms.) When you and your family have had enough hiking, you can pick up the Blue Ridge Parkway from inside the park for some incredible views from the comfort of your vehicle.

Looking Glass Falls

This guy was a lot more determined to get a tourist-free photo of the falls.  I'd totally have gone there for you, but, you know, I didn't want my son to follow me up there and all

We had a great time, but the sheer distance of our trip (a side effect of our son's desire to be left at Grandma's house in Indiana for his first sleepover) was too exhausting.  If you're considering a road trip with your family, I'd recommend a shorter distance, or more time, if you're ambitious, so that you can spend a couple days at each stop and give everyone a break from the road.  Reservation-free is also a good way to go, so that the trip can be changed when needed.  The day you want to move on to a different location, you can check travel sites to find hotels with available rooms.  Booking a few hours before hand won't give you a wealth of choices, but you can sometimes get good deals.  If you book much more in advance, a little hiccup in your schedule can lead to big problems down the line.

In short, a road trip with small children can be done, but you'll have to be flexible.  Everyone can have a great time, but the word 'relaxing' won't necessarily be one that comes to mind.  If that's more your speed, walk away from the road map and head straight for a vacation rental!

Short Story: Fly on a Web

I attended a writing workshop last fall in which Vic DiGenti suggested several methods for developing an outline for works of fiction.  The following is a short story I wrote using his ‘Fairy Tale System’.  The first sentence is a writing prompt from that workshop.

Trouble was lurking in the shadows of O’Malley’s bar, waiting for me to enter.  I knew he would be waiting in that same spot, at that same table, a silent reminder of an inescapable future.  Whilst in his favor, the rewards were plentiful, but only the dense or desperate failed to see that his wrath was inevitable.  Trapped in this town full of his worshipers, I had dutifully played along, pretending not to care about those who had fallen from his esteem.  But the last of my binds had painfully burst earlier that morning.  My poor father finally succumbed to the illness that had first put us into the monster’s debt.  As I laid him to rest, I knew I had nothing left to lose.

I took one last glance at the bar where the band’s music thumped a lively beat.  As I had expected, the entire town was already inside.  Readjusting my pack on my shoulders, I followed the silent road out of town.  The old forest quickly surrounded me in its own shadows.  I shuffled along the edge of the road, hardly daring to breath in the strange silence.

“Do you even know where you’re headed?”

I stumbled over a rock and landed hard in the brush at the side of the road.  A light pierced the darkness, revealing Jones’s imposing figure as he glared at me from a few yards up the road.

“I…”

He chuckled.  “Of course you don’t.  You’re stupid and poor and incapable of thinking any farther ahead than where your next meal’s coming from.”

I dragged myself off the ground and matched his gaze.  “I won’t listen to any more of your lies! Everything you say—”

“Is utter truth.  You’re just the daughter of some incompetent farmer from an inconsequential nowhere town.  No one out there,” he gestures vaguely in the direction of the nearest city, “cares about any of you.”

“That’s as may be, but you’re just a thug in that same nowhere town.  Your cronies don’t hold any power out there either.”

I had so much more I wanted to say, but he quickly closed the gap between us.  His hands shot out and wrapped around my throat before I finished drawing the breath to continue my rant.

“You have no idea who you’re dealing with.  I’m no thug…not even a man,” he said in my ear, his voice frighteningly low.  “I am immortal.  I have been worshipped by thousands and will continue to be long after you and your nowhere town have turned to dust.  Those who are loyal servants reap the rewards; those who are not become my sustenance…Any ideas which category you fall into?”

My head swam.  I flailed, pounding my fists into any part of him I could reach.  One of my blows caught his stomach, and his fingers released my throat.  I shoved him as hard as I could and ran in the opposite direction, leaving my pack where it lay.  I stole through the woods, no longer worrying about staying on course.  My feet slipped in mud and brambles tore at my clothes and flesh, but I barely noticed.  I could no longer hear him behind me, but I dared not look back.  I rushed over a rise, scuttling over loose rocks like the world’s clumsiest mountain goat.

He was waiting for me on the other side.

“How…”

He only laughed and reached out to me with one hand.  Dumbstruck, I stared as he flipped his wrist and clenched the outstretched fist.  Something within me snapped, and pain shot through my chest.  As my world grew dark, I watched the monster consume the last of its light.

Vic DiGenti is the author of the award winning Windrusher series and, under the name Parker Francis, the Quint Mitchell Mystery series.  He is also regional director of the Florida Writer’s Association and travels the state giving talks to help aspiring and growing writers.  To learn more about Vic DiGenti’s writing approaches and his works, please visit his website.

Book Review: Fade to Black (Awake in the Dark Volume 1) by Tim Mcbain and LT Vargus

Jeff Grobnagger suffers from a mysterious and sudden onset of seizures.  Every time, he blacks out and dreams the same thing:  an unknown figure in a dark robe murders him in an abandoned alley.  No matter what Jeff tries, his plans always backfire, and he is overpowered by the strange figure.  The blackness consumes him, until he finally wakes from his seizure.  Then, members of a strange cult barge into his life, seemingly knowing way more about Jeff than they should.  A brutal attack in his home makes it clear someone in the real world wants Jeff dead as well.  Somehow, he knows the only answer lies in surviving his twisted, seizure-induced dream.

Jeff’s journey to understand his dreams and the strange cult that has taken deep interest in him is intriguing.  The strange fights between him and the cloaked figure are exciting as the various twists and turns keep blowing up in Jeff’s face no matter how complex (or simple) his plans.  The cult members range from funny to extremely sinister, and serve to muddy the story enough to keep the reader guessing as to exactly is happening to Jeff.  Jeff, himself, is a complex character, a loner to the extreme with a nasty case of pessimism.  Most of the time, this takes the form of amusing sarcasm or curious social bumbles that up the conflict with the cult members and his few remaining friends.  Occasionally, however, it detracts from the story, slowing the plot as Jeff rehashes his depressing life philosophies.  Despite this, Fade to Black is an amusing and unique urban fantasy for those who also like mysteries and quirky characters.

Fade to Black is now free on Kindle

Book Review: The Only City Left by Andy Goldman

When Allin’s parents died, he made a promise to them to stay alive, but in a city like his, that is far easier said than done.  The enormous city is dying, suffering rolling blackouts as it succumbs to the countless ages it has served as the sole refuge for its inhabitants.  Flesh eating robots, angry ghosts, werewolves, and other strange monsters regularly roam the halls and have long since beaten the human population into triviality.  The only hope Allin has left to cling to is his goal to the reach the roof of the city and see the sun for the first time.  The city seems to have other plans, ever leading him in circles, and always downward.  Before long, he finds himself caught up in a longstanding war between the werewolves and a race of humanoid cats.  On one side, the ghostly leader of the werewolves wants Allin for some secret, horrible scheme, while the cats want him as bait to put an end to the werewolves reign of terror.  Allin must decide whether to continue his life of solitude, or to confront his past and join with the cats to save what’s left of humanity.

The Only City Left is a unique dystopian tale with a rich setting and interesting characters.  The action at times is so frenetic that it left me breathless.  I loved following along with Allin as he explored the city and couldn’t wait to find out what horror awaited him around the next corner.  The city’s desolation serves as a brilliant contrast against the one ray of hope, the tiny sliver of civilization represented by the cats, that begins to change Allin’s point of view.  Thus, even though the subject matter is quite dark, the story doesn’t feel overly heavy or depressing.  Overall, the book is a great combination of adventure, science fiction, and fantasy.

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Book Review: The Altar Girl by Orest Stelmach

When Nadia’s godfather dies, she is convinced the police have got it all wrong.  There is no way the old man could have accidentally fallen down those stairs.  Unlike the police, Nadia knows her godfather was terrified of those stairs.  So much so that he would often wait until his next visitor arrived to send them down to the cellar in his stead.  Never one to shy away from confrontation, Nadia says as much to anyone who will listen.  Her questions attract the attention of the decidedly wrong sort of people, and she is soon caught up in a race to solve the mystery surrounding his death or risk becoming a victim herself.  Her investigations take her deep into her beloved godfather’s not so innocent past, and up against her own brother and mother.  Before long, Nadia doesn’t know if she really wants to understand what happened to her godfather, but she fears what will happen to her if she fails.

The Altar Girl is a fast paced mystery/thriller that kept me reading well past bedtime.  Nadia’s upbringing and her godfather’s past are heartbreaking and yet somehow also triumphant.  Nadia’s pursuers are ever at her heels, creating an urgency to the story that makes it almost impossible to put down.  The mystery of the godfather’s death has enough twists and turns to keep the reader guessing almost right up to the end of the book.  Are the criminals chasing her responsible for the ‘accident’? Could Nadia’s brother really have been the culprit? Is Nadia only creating a fantasy to protect the image she has of a saintly godfather? And yet, at the end, it is apparent the answers were there all along, hidden amongst the complicated layers that made up her godfather’s complicated life.

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Vacations Family Style

As summer vacation draws closer, I’ve been thinking a lot about how different my vacation mentality has become since having a child.  I used to pride myself on traveling light and not over scheduling so that there would be plenty of room for spontaneity.  Trying new activities and foods always topped my list.  Unfortunately, this level of uncertainty does NOT agree with small children.  In this case familiar sights and foods may be the only thing between you and a hunger and fear fueled meltdown.  (I feel extremely annoyed that none of those parenting books warned me that about 75% of my happiness would forever be tied to my child’s) And no matter how great your packing skills, somehow this small person will double your previous luggage needs.

So, is it possible to find common ground? A way for the adults to visit new places and try new things without overwhelming the kids? A place for the kids to have that all important free play time without leaving the adults with nothing to do but sit on the sidelines? A place for all their stuff?

For us, part of the answer has been cruising.  Yes, I know, but please hear me out before rolling your eyes and hitting the back button.  Cruising today is not what it was back in the day.  Many cruise lines have realized how easy it would be to adjust their business to accommodate families and have done so with gusto.  The sports decks now include activities other than shuffle board: basketball, rock climbing, golf simulators, surf simulators, and splash pads.  There are age specific kids’ clubs where kids can play with other kids, do science experiments, make crafts, and attend special themed parties.  These clubs are kept separate from the rest of the ship for the kids’ safety, but parents are, of course, welcome to stop by to check on their children.  With the exception of the nursery (the age of what is considered kids club vs nursery varies by cruise line), these activities, like most cruise activities, are included in the price of your cruise.  Some of the lines that have their own private island also provide activities in a special area designed just for kids while the ship is in port.  While the kids are playing, there are plenty of things for the adults to try: the spa, the gym, shows, parties, and most lines have adult only sections, which, unlike what you may be imagining, are basically where they keep the nice furniture and the fancy pool and bar.  As I’m a nerd, I love these spots because I can catch up on my reading while sipping a fancy cocktail in the sun.

There are also many family activities, including games, arcades, crafts, family shows, and even movies under the stars.  Our last cruise took place during Halloween, and, in addition to a costume party, the crew threw a special candy scavenger hunt for the children.  Meal times are stress free as many cruises now include buffets, allowing children to pick and choose for themselves (the chicken nuggets) while the adults can sample cuisines from around the world.

Cruising also lets you visit several different places without having to schlep all your stuff from plane to hotel to hotel and back again.  You can leave your luggage at the drop off in port, and someone brings it aboard for you where you can unpack until the cruise is over (when someone will transport it off the ship for you as well).  If you don’t know anything about the ports of call, you can choose from the cruise line’s recommended excursions and know that, at the very least, any necessary equipment will be in good working order, and they’ll get you back to your ship in time for departure.

Perhaps best of all, you’re never too far from your room.  So, when the inevitable tantrum happens, you can ever so gracefully carry your anima…ahem…precious gumdrop down the stairs for some quiet time in your cabin.  At this point, I’ll point out that, if you can, the upgrade to an ocean view or even balcony cabin is worth it when traveling with younger children since you’ll definitely be spending more time there.

It takes a little bit of research to find the lines catering to families, but the results are totally worth the effort.  A good general rule is to book a cruise on the line’s newer ships as these were designed for the family demographic from the very beginning.  So far, our favorite line has been Royal Caribbean.  Our son loved the kid’s program, the ship was lively without feeling overcrowded, the food was great, and the price was extremely reasonable.  If you’re willing and able to splurge, however—and the sight of a certain mouse doesn’t send you into a seizure—Disney Cruise Line matches the parks’ reputation for high quality service and nonstop entertainment.

The Food 4 Kids Backpack Program

A few of you may have noticed my blog inactivity these past months.  I have, in fact, become immersed in a local project that has taken a little piece of my heart, and which I would like to share with you in this post.  It is a local, but not so little charity called the Food 4 Kids Backpack Program of North Florida, which, as you may have guessed by the name, is all about getting food directly to needy school children in our area.

The Food 4 Kids Backpack Program of North Florida started several years ago with, of all things,  a school pizza party.  An industrious woman named Jennifer Moore decided, with the school’s permission, to give her child a birthday treat by bringing pizza for the whole class.  As the pizza slices were handed out, she noticed a few children that seemed a little too excited about the process.  As she watched, they devoured the first pieces.  And their second.  And then the teacher quickly and quietly supplied them with another.  And another.

Something was obviously off.

During the cleanup, Jennifer discreetly remarked, “Gee, they sure are hungry today.”

“It’s Monday,” the teacher said by way of explanation.

Jennifer was horrified by the rest of the teacher’s news.  These children were completely dependent upon the school breakfast and lunch program for food.  Thus, on weekends, when there was no school, they had very little or, in some cases, nothing to eat.  By the time they returned to school on Monday they were, quite literally, starving.  They would spend that entire day obsessed with eating or saving food for either for themselves or their siblings.  The situation was so extreme that a few teachers kept emergency snacks to sneak to the children to help with concentration during class work.

The problem, however, is far more wide spread than just a few children in one classroom, or even that one school.  In 2013, the US census bureau estimated that 20 percent of US children live at or below the poverty line.  That’s about one in five children whose families struggle to keep food on the table.  In Alachua and Levy county, the area now served by the Food 4 Kids Backpack Program of North Florida, about 52 percent (more than half) of families with school age children qualify for the school assisted meal program.  In fact, the situation is so dire in 19 of  Alachua county’s schools that officials were swamped with incoming applications for the program.  The US Department of Agriculture subsequently awarded a grant that pays for all breakfasts and lunches at these schools to alleviate the problem.

Even with this assistance, some families still struggle to feed their children on weekends and during school holidays.  Thus, Jennifer decided to start up her own independent branch of a relatively new, nationally expanding program called the Food 4 Kids Backpack Program.  At first, she ran the program out of her house and hand delivered the children’s food to their houses so they had something to eat when not at school.  As more people became aware of the problem, the program quickly grew.  It now serves 22 schools and the incoming donations are sorted and distributed to school pantries from a Gainesville warehouse.  The number of students fluctuates, but, at the time I am writing this article, that amounts to around 450 meals provided every week.  On Fridays, the children pick up their food filled backpacks before they leave school and return them the following Monday.  Volunteers then restock the backpacks from the school pantry and have them ready to go for the next Friday.

Rather than requiring families to research the program and apply, school staff have been provided with a list of behaviors associated with extreme hunger.  When they see these behaviors, they refer the family to the program.  As the backpacks are kept within the school, the children can retrieve the food themselves, rather than relying on someone to take them to a pantry or store.  Though this does restrict the supply to nonperishable foods, it also ensures that the children receive items from all the major food groups (the volunteers fill the backpacks from a specific list that was developed with the assistance of a nutritional consultant).

Though most of the volunteers never have contact with the children, the program’s impact is apparent.  At the end of the school year, as volunteers clean out the backpacks for reuse, several hand drawn thank you notes and cards are found within the recesses.  Some are the creations of children so young they can barely scribble out the words (in crayon).

Proper nutrition is especially important for children’s growing bodies, and chronic hunger at these stages has been associated with lifelong health issues and increased hospitalization rates.  Therefore, intervention at this stage can have a huge impact for the duration of the children’s lives.  The hope, also, is to end the cycle of poverty by giving these children the ability to focus on their school work instead of where their next meals might come from.  If they can place more effort on their educations, they will be more likely to find better jobs as adults. 

If you would like to learn more about the program and how you can help, please check out the website or the Facebook page.

For more information on childhood hunger in the US, visit feedingamerica.org or nokidhungry.org. 

Book Review: Miramont’s Ghost by Elizabeth Hall

Miramont’s Ghost is loosely based upon the true events surrounding Miramont Castle, a palatial estate built in the late 1800’s by a french priest in Manitou Springs, Colorado.  The story begins several years earlier in France as young Adrienne begins having visions of the townsfolk’s secret lives.  The narrative follows Adrienne as she ages and her ability matures. The villagers begin to fear her knowledge and her witch-like power, causing a scandal for her well to do family.  Adrienne’s Aunt Marie insists time away is the necessary cure and whisks Adrienne off to America to Miramont Castle, Marie’s son’s new home.  Unbeknownst to Adrienne, Marie has more reason to fear her visions than anyone else and uses the trip to fake Adrienne’s death.  Kidnapped and forced into servitude, Adrienne’s only hope of survival is to find a way out before her shrewd aunt catches on to her plans.

 I adored the opening chapters of Miramont’s Ghost.  The language immediately pulled me into the story, and Adrienne’s visions were expertly told.  I felt that the novel dragged a bit toward the middle, however, as too much time was devoted to visions that were relevant to the psyche of the supporting characters but did not seem to move the plot forward.  The plot picks up again as Adrienne travels west with her aunt, but this is also where the novel gets dark. And then darker…and darker (I don’t want to reveal too much, but I’ll warn you there are a few detailed accounts of pedophilia and rape.)  In the end, I felt conflicted about this book.  It was beautifully crafted, and most of the time I found I couldn’t put it down.  It is a ghost story, and, therefore, one would not expect it to be cheerful, but I found the downward spiral of the end chapters to be a bit too dark for my taste.  So, whether I would recommend this book or not would be dependent upon your feelings toward extremely dark tales.

Book Review: Neil Gaiman's "The Ocean at the End of the Lane"

When a little boy visits his neighbors, he realizes there is much more to them than meets the eye.  They speak as if far older than their appearances would suggest they are, and the youngest, Lettie, insists that the pond in their back yard is really an ocean.  The young narrator finds himself tagging along with Lettie on a mission through another realm to banish a meddling spirit.  Unbeknownst to the children, the young boy brings something back with him that soon disrupts his world.  Now a prisoner in his own home, the boy must find a way to escape and seek help from his magical neighbors.  The price to set things right, however, is much higher than he would ever have guessed.

The Ocean at the End of the Lane is a beautifully written fairy tale that I had difficulty putting down.  The story is rather dark in places, but the innocence of the young narrator keeps it from being too heavy for long.  Gaiman does a fantastic job portraying the wonder and vulnerability of a child whilst still providing the depth necessary to keep the novel interesting for adults.  I enjoyed following along as the narrator was drawn deeper and deeper into the magical world of the Hempstocks.

The Ocean at the End of the Lane from Amazon