Friday, May 4, 2018

Trailblazers


Though I mostly taught psychology during my teaching career, I was trained as a “broadfield” social studies teacher. What that means is that theoretically, I could and am qualified to teach anything and everything in social studies. Um . . . no way!

You wouldn’t want me teaching economics or any of the world histories. I could do a pretty good job in US History and any of the behavioral sciences like sociology, anthropology, geography and of course, psychology. I don’t think they even use the term “broadfield” any longer in teacher licensing or certification. In fact when I wrote that term, spell check caught it and wondered, ‘Did I lose my mind or something?’

In history, my strengths were the civil war, the old west, and westward expansion. Teaching it was fun, but learning about it even more fun. I think that’s why I chose Wyoming for my first teaching and coaching position. Moving there without knowing anyone or having lived there previously. It was kind of like the early explorers, but with a car and U-Haul.

Think for a moment about Lewis (no relation that I know of) and Clark exploring west of the known. Mountains, rivers big and small, braving the elements. Or think of Marquette and Joliet exploring the upper Midwest, which is where I came from originally. Using canoes as they paddled down rivers and when they ran out of river, they carried or ‘portaged’ from river to river. They, too, had to battle the elements: cold, ice, heat and humidity, bugs.

It was because of brave men and women like them we expanded from ocean to ocean, or “. . . from sea to shining sea” as the song goes. It was because of them that folks saddled up a horse, sailed on steamers and climbed aboard wagons and caravanned west to strike out (sometimes literally as well as figuratively) on their own to create a new life. Brave souls, they were. Intrepid spirits one and all.

But their path was made better because of those who went before them, those who showed them the way. Those who created the first path, the first trail. The explorers who cleared the way for all those who ventured after them.

And while there were many who moved west, there were those who declined any kind of move and instead, stayed in Boston or New York or wherever. They were happy, content and satisfied. They felt no need to move, no desire to uproot their comfortable (or not) lives and begin again.

Got me thinking . . .

Parents, adults, teachers and coaches and those in the helping and service professions do their own share, their own kind of Trailblazing, don’t they . . . don’t we?

We do our best to make the road a little safer for those who follow us: our own children, someone else’s children.

We caution. We teach. We counsel. We guide. Sometimes, like Marquette and Joliet when they didn’t have water, we pick up and carry- not canoes, but those, especially the kids, who can’t quite cut it on their own. Those who may be fearful, afraid, or nervous. Those who have doubts.

We do it because it is our job, what we ought to do. And many times, we do this without recognition, without extra pay, without the pat on the back or the thank you- sometimes not even from the one we helped.

More often than not, most of the time, we do it out of love. We do it because we care and are concerned. We do it out of compassion. We do it whether one notices it or not. We see a need and dig in. We put our arm around that kiddo, tell him or her it will be okay, that we’ll walk with them, be alongside of them, that we’ll catch them if and when- and we know they will- fall. Because that’s what Trailblazers do. Over and over again. Time and again. It’s what we do. Should do or have to do, or not. We do. Something to think about . . .

To My Readers:

I have been really blessed with some wonderful reviews on my new novel, Caught in a Web. Best Thrillers wrote: “The Bottom Line: This important, nail-biting crime thriller about MS-13 sets the bar very high. One of the year’s best thrillers.” You can read the entire review (rather short, but impactful) at https://bestthrillers.com/caught-in-a-web-one-of-the-years-best-conspiracy-thrillers/  

Another review, from Diane Donovan, Senior Reviewer at The Midwest Book Review wrote: “As the investigators review relationships, affairs, and threats, they find themselves unraveling an ever-increasing web of deception as readers are carried into a thrilling underworld of gang violence and teen involvements which gradually lead to a resolution where characters may fudge on honesty, but tie up loose ends.

Characters are many, but are well-drawn; the action offers just the right blend of tension and intrigue; and detective story enthusiasts will especially relish the level of emotional inquiry which makes the characters both human and believable.

The result is an involving detective piece that probes the worlds of teens and gang members with an equal attention to precise, staccato details that flow smoothly into a story that creates a satisfying conclusion to all conundrums.” You can read the entire review, again fairly short, at http://www.midwestbookreview.com/mbw/may_18.htm#donovan


For those of you in the Fredericksburg, Virginia area, I am doing two Caught in a Web book sale and signing events. You can find me at:
May 5 England Run Library in Stafford/Fredericksburg from 1:00 – 3:00 p.m.
May 12 Salem Church Library in Spotsylvania/Fredericksburg from 1:00 – 3:00 p.m.

Connect with me on Social Media:

Twitter at @jrlewisauthor


Friday, April 27, 2018

Tale of Two Songs


I know there is science that suggests smell is the most powerful of the senses. Others suggest touch, noting that humans need to touch and be touched. Virginia Satir writes, “We need 4 hugs a day for survival. We need 8 hugs a day for maintenance. We need 12 hugs a day for growth.” I don’t know if any human gets his or her daily quota. Ever. Maybe that’s why I’m shrinking. And I thought it was just because I’m getting older.

I remember teaching psychology many moons ago and my classes were fascinated by an experiment with baby monkeys. I found it to be unusually cruel and so did my classes. The experiment was to separate two groups of monkeys: one group of baby monkeys was allowed to remain in the care of momma monkey. The other group was put in a cage by itself with only a terry cloth monkey for comfort. Scientists discovered that the monkeys “raised” by the terry cloth monkey didn’t develop or bond. Duh!

I think Helen Keller might argue that sight is powerful. To witness the beauty, the color, the expression on faces associated with the words they speak. Yet she lived and functioned in a darkened world and became a noted spokesperson and advocate for the blind population. Others might argue that the sense of hearing is the most important. While my hearing is slowing going, with the benefit of hearing aids, I’m able to function pretty well.  

Speaking of the sense of hearing . . .

Isn’t it funny how, sometimes, you hear a melody or a lyric and are transported back in time to a specific place surrounded by specific people? To this day, I hear I Want To Hold Your Hand (the Beatles, in case you were wondering) and I’m back in sixth grade on the playground at Holy Angels Grade School arguing who was the best in the group. Or I hear Gimme Some Lovin (Spencer Davis Group featuring Steve Winwood on vocals and keyboards) and I’m in middle school front of the stage singing in our rock back.

I have music on while I’m driving and this morning on my way to school, it happened again. Two songs in a row.

The first song was I Loved Her First (Heartland, I think it might have been their only hit). I hear this song and it brings tears to my eyes. This is Hannah’s and my song. This is the song Hannah has chosen for the father-daughter dance at her wedding. The chorus is:

            But I loved her first and I held her first
And a place in my heart will always be hers
From the first breath she breathed
When she first smiled at me
I knew the love of a father runs deep
And I prayed that she'd find you someday
But it's still hard to give her away
I loved her first

I mean, dang! That’s me when I look at Hannah. That will be me at her wedding. And before the wedding, that’s going to be me when I help pack her up and move her to Pittsburgh. Can’t help it. She’s my Peanut. Always has been and always will be.

The second song is My Wish (Rascal Flatts). I sang this song for the 2012 commencement- Hannah’s grad class. I knew those kids so well. The problem was that Hannah introduced me to the kids and parents and I ended up with a lump in my throat the size of Mt. Rushmore. I don’t think I hit the right note until . . . well, maybe I never did.

The lyrics express, I think, what every dad or parent wants for their kids at any age, at any time.

            But more than anything, more than anything
My wish, for you, is that this life becomes all that you want it to
Your dreams stay big, your worries stay small
You never need to carry more than you can hold
And while you're out there getting where you're getting to
I hope you know somebody loves you, and wants the same things too
Yeah, this, is my wish.

See what I mean? It’s any parent’s wish for their children.

I would also argue that it’s any teacher’s . . . any good teacher’s . . . wish for students entrusted to them by parents. Perhaps, it’s any adult coach, doctor, nurse, custodian, bus driver, any adult worth their salt and breath for children of all ages, any age. Any kid. Every kid. Yes. We can only hope, right? Something to think about . . .

Live Your Life, and Make A Difference!

To My Readers:

My new book, Caught in a Web launched yesterday, on Thursday, April 26. It is now available online on Amazon at https://amzn.to/2I9ipGx  but you can also order it from Black Rose Writing at http://bit.ly/2GtdsXL

If you want to know what others have thought of the book so far, you can watch this one minute video at: https://spark.adobe.com/video/12jP26B9bxtLB  You will notice some very nice reviews.

For those of you in the Fredericksburg, Virginia area, I am doing three Caught in a Web book sale and signing events. You can find me at:
April 28 Porter Library in Stafford from 1:00 – 3:00 p.m.
May 5 England Run Library in Stafford/Fredericksburg from 1:00 – 3:00 p.m.
May 12 Salem Church Library in Spotsylvania/Fredericksburg from 1:00 – 3:00 p.m.

Feel free to connect with me on Social Media:

Twitter at @jrlewisauthor


Amazon at: http://www.amazon.com/Joseph-Lewis/e/B01FWB9AOI /

Friday, April 20, 2018

Relax and Let Go


My family and I love the Harry Potter books and movies. I remember fighting with Kim over who would read The Sorcerer’s Stone and The Chamber of Secrets when they first came out. She had started them because she saw her students’ noses in them constantly, so she had to check them out.

There was a scene near the end of The Sorcerer’s Stone movie where Harry, Ron and Hermione snuck past the three-headed dog. The professors set up a series of roadblocks to prevent anyone from trying to get the stone. One of the roadblocks was a tightening vine of sorts that squeezed them and threatened to strangle them until they were unconscious or dead. (Hardly any good guys died in the early movies, but we didn’t know that, right?)

Of course it was Hermione who discovered the remedy to the strangling vine. Leave it to her. Most of the time, she was the one who, behind the scenes either directly or indirectly, guided and coached her two friends to safety. First Hermione and then Harry relaxed and fell to the floor below and in doing so, fell to safety.  

The trick was to Relax and Let Go.

Let’s think about that for a moment.

Three kids, innocent like most kids should be, fairly inexperienced in the ways of life and in the ways of the world. Three kids who are in the death grip of some sort of vine who won’t let them go and threatens to squish them to death or at the least, prevent them from breathing.

And the brainy kid suggests that they should Relax and Let Go. Sure! Right! Okay!

Seems counter-intuitive, doesn’t it? To be in the firm grasp of  . . . panic . . . pain . . . sorrow only to  . . . Relax and Let Go? Really?

This morning as I did my morning meditation, the passage I read dealt with being still (Relax). In the midst of noise and panic, in the midst of chaos and confusion, the reader was urged to be still (Relax) and to trust that we are in good hands (Let Go). Again, somewhat counter-intuitive.

And a dear friend sent me a text with the same thought from a different angle. It dealt with trust (Let Go) and to have faith (Relax and Let Go).

So, I get two messages on the same topic. As Gibbs says on NCIS and as Alex Cross says in James Patterson novels, “No such thing as coincidence.” I really don’t believe in coincidence. Maybe once upon a time back when I was a kid, but too much has happened in my life to continue believing it.

But it is counter-productive, isn’t it? When hurt, we want to hurt back- sometimes doubly so. When things don’t go well and fall apart in front of our eyes, we panic. We frantically rush to correct, to make amends, to . . . And I’m not saying necessarily that we can’t or shouldn’t correct or make amends, but before we do, maybe we should close our eyes and breathe. Maybe we should fight the tendency to tighten up, to wall off (last week’s post), to panic and tense up.

Instead, maybe we should shut our eyes and breathe, take a moment, pause. Maybe we should Relax and Let Go. Just maybe. Something to think about . . .

Live Your Life, and Make A Difference!

To My Readers:

I have to admit, I am excited for the release of my new book, Caught in a Web. It officially launches on Thursday, April 26, but you can preorder it today and save 10% if you use the Promo code PREORDER2018 at http://bit.ly/2GtdsXL

If you’d like to know a little bit about the book, watch this 30 Second Book Trailer at:

If you want to know what others have thought of the book so far, you can watch this one minute video at:  https://spark.adobe.com/video/12jP26B9bxtLB You will notice some very nice reviews.

For those of you in the Fredericksburg, Virginia area, I am doing three Caught in a Web book sale and signing events. You can find me at:
April 28 Porter Library in Stafford from 1:00 – 3:00 p.m.
May 5 England Run Library in Stafford/Fredericksburg from 1:00 – 3:00 p.m.
May 12 Salem Church Library in Spotsylvania/Fredericksburg from 1:00 – 3:00 p.m.

Feel free to connect with me on Social Media:

Twitter at @jrlewisauthor


Amazon at: http://www.amazon.com/Joseph-Lewis/e/B01FWB9AOI /