I may have been short-sighted when I named my blog Wagging Tales. It’s a little too cutesy, and there’s an, ummm, animal communication business that has the same name. I meant to think of something better, but then a few people started actually reading it and I got lazy. Now, some sort of wires have been crossed and editors are asking me to review dog books. Not even kid lit dog books- a dog memoir, dog advice, and dog training. Three different houses. I somehow got tagged as the go-to dog lady. But, I am not.
I’m going to reexamine the blog renaming. Feel free to make recommendations.
We usually spend Christmas in Colorado with most of my immediate family. It’s a fabulous 5 days of playing in the snow, drinking, laughing, playing board games, drinking, bickering, eating junk food, name calling (hippie/yuppie/liberal cityslicker/etc.), and laying around. My dad even dresses up like Santa on Christmas morning when the little guys are there. Yes, it’s that festive.
So, we’re staying home in Seattle this year and I’m having a hard time getting into the Christmas spirit. This month has been a little chaotic with colds and non-holiday tasks, and I’ve been distracted. I have most of the elements. Small children- check. Games- check. Name calling- (Thanks, random man on Pine!)- check. I didn’t have a lot of junk food or liquor, so I stocked up- check. Things were looking up, but I still wasn’t in the yuletide spirit. Add a bunch of snow and some nog, and I’m almost there.
Ohhh, I got my package today from the Book Bloggers Christmas Swap. I think I’m only a book blogger in a broad sense, since I don’t review books (and especially not dog books). Anyway, the package is lovely and I’m going to try and wait until Christmas to open it. I’ll take some pictures, too.
If I was an illustrator, I would have a PDF for downloadable stickers on my site like this.
I was reading an excellent article on transracial adoption (We adopted our daughter from Guatemala in 2007). A lot of the issues that come up around transracial adoption are also valid when you talk about mixed heritage, blended families, regentrification, urban settings… you name it. I have a mixed Hispanic/Anglo heritage. I don’t look Hispanic. At all. But, I was raised predominately around the Hispanic side of my family in Hispanic communities. I felt caught in the middle a lot.
The article quoted a local performer named Chad Goller-Sojourner, a black adoptee with a white family. He gave a pretty good analogy on having a different race than those around you.
“Let’s say I was a gazelle adopted by lions,” he says. “I pranced around happy until I got to first grade and all these lions tried to attack me; it’s like they didn’t get the memo. The other gazelles, they smelled the lion on me and didn’t trust me, so I stood open.”
That’s pretty heavy, right? I think that’s how a lot of kids feel who are not of the dominant race, or who are outsiders in another way. I bring it up here, because I think it needs to be said. There has been a (much needed) push towards more ethnic characters in kid lit. I think sometimes these books don’t connect with the reader because the author fails to tap into that feeling of being an outsider, and how being in the middle somehow taints you a little for either side and takes away the automatic belonging. We don’t just need characters with different ethnicities, we need characters with the complex emotions and settings that go along with being different.
Nathan Bransford has recapped the year in publishing.
I’m making a resolution to post pictures or a video of the shed in the next ten days. There, I said it. It’s been a little hyped up, so bear in mind that it’s a shed. It’s my shed, though, and I adore it. I also adore my new video camera, and that is a great motivator.
I hope however and wherever you’re celebrating the season that you have a lot of peace and joy.