http://jadekeller.com Eclectic ruminations on life, love, the universe and everything. Thu, 11 Mar 2010 04:38:15 +0000 http://backend.userland.com/rss092 en If you like what you see, please add me to your reader! http://jadekeller.com/2010/03/you-capture-quiet/ Oh no, they di-int, I thought when I came across this scrap of news. Mommy milk cheese. Yes, it's what you think it is. Cheese made from human breast milk. New York chef Daniel Angerer and his wife, who is nursing, happened to have an abundance of breast milk - ... http://jadekeller.com/2010/03/mommy-milk-cheese/ ...cynicism is often a mask for fear. It does not necessarily make us any wiser. It only means we have become afraid. I've learned that instead it takes much more courage to hope. To take a leap, even when you are standing on the edge of a cliff, knowing there is ... http://jadekeller.com/2010/03/titmt-ive-learned/ “But his kind will always lose in the end. I know this, and now I know why. Whether it’s wife or nation they occupy, their mistake is the same: they stand still, and their stake moves underneath them….Even a language won’t stand still. A territory is only possessed for a ... http://jadekeller.com/2010/03/the-road-we-take/ 'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe; All mimsy were the borogoves, And the mome raths outgrabe. "Beware the Jabberwock, my son! The jaws that bite, the claws that catch! Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun The frumious Bandersnatch!" He took his vorpal sword in hand: Long time the manxome foe he sought— So ... http://jadekeller.com/2010/03/jabberwocky/ Their Eyes Were Watching God is a seminal piece in African American literature. In this novel, Zora Neale Hurston chronicles the story of Janie, an African American women who is pushed by her family into a marriage she doesn't want, escapes it, only to land in another marriage with a ... http://jadekeller.com/2010/03/women-unbound-their-eyes-were-watching-god/ Hope and fear are two sides of the same coin. Hope is a prayer that fear runs underneath, like the rumble of jagged stones beneath chaffs of wheat reaching towards the sky above. Hope is a dream, an endpoint, a goal...the sunny scent of candles filling your nose. [caption id="attachment_976" align="aligncenter" width="500" ... http://jadekeller.com/2010/03/you-capture-hopeful/ I've decided to start sharing some of my works of fiction with my readers here on Tasting Grace. In the post below, you can see an excerpt and a link to the first one I've posted, My Brother, Soweto. If you look at the links above my header, you'll see ... http://jadekeller.com/2010/03/announcement/ Soweto. June 15, 1976. “Don’t do it, Bhekithemba.” I stared into the face of my brother. His bright eyes shone back at me through the darkness as we lay opposite each other on our mattresses of cardboard and tattered sheets. “I must,” he said, his voice thick with determination. “Don’t you see? ... http://jadekeller.com/2010/03/my-brother-soweto/ ...I used to daydream. I used to dream, and dream, and dream. From the time I woke up in the morning until the time I went to bed at night. I immersed myself in books because reading is like dreaming. When I sat in class at school and learned cursive ... http://jadekeller.com/2010/03/titmt-when-i-was-a-child/