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What do writers and mental illness have in common?

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When a writer needs help, what do fellow writers do? We write! (Let’s be honest, it’s all we know how to do. We literally have zero other skills.) Due to his debilitating mental illnesses, fellow writer Robison Wells (Variant) and his family have crippling debt. In support of Robison Wells, his…

Shannon explains this Indiegogo campaign in support of Robison Wells very well. (Also, I was so excited when I saw that Shannon’s contribution was “Ravenous.” I can’t wait for people to read it! It’s…delicious. Mwa ha ha ha ha.)

My own contribution to the anthology is the only thing I have ever written for adults (though the content is safe for any age reader). It’s also my only straight-up sci-fi. I wrote “Womb” during the depths of my struggles with infertility and repeated miscarriages. Even though it’s not autobiographical (I am, as it turns out, neither a man nor living in a future where Earth is a blighted wasteland), it’s been interesting to go back and read it. To remember where I was when I wrote it. And to see that—even though it was during one of the bleakest and most difficult times of my adult life—the story still ends on a note of hope.

Along with that—the glimmer of hope in the midst of darkness—I hope you’ll check out the campaign. I hope you’ll support Rob and his family. Buy the anthology. Check out the other donation offers. Spare a few dollars to lend a hand to someone who could use it. We’ve all been through times when we needed that hand to pull us through, and doubtless we’ll go through them again.

Much love and admiration,

Kiersten

I’m contributing to this as well. Perhaps a deleted scene (original ending of How to Save a Life had Mandy and Christopher re-uniting, for example), or do something I’ve always wanted to do: bring a couple characters from different books of mine together and see what happens…

In any case, happy to have the chance to support Rob and work with my awesome Utah writing community.

You can read more and contribute here.

After learning my flight was detained 4 hours,
I heard the announcement:
If anyone in the vicinity of gate 4-A understands any Arabic,
Please come to the gate immediately.

Well—one pauses these days. Gate 4-A was my own gate. I went there.
An older woman in full traditional Palestinian dress,
Just like my grandma wore, was crumpled to the floor, wailing loudly.
Help, said the flight service person. Talk to her. What is her
Problem? we told her the flight was going to be four hours late and she
Did this.

I put my arm around her and spoke to her haltingly.
Shu dow-a, shu- biduck habibti, stani stani schway, min fadlick,
Sho bit se-wee?

The minute she heard any words she knew—however poorly used—
She stopped crying.

She thought our flight had been canceled entirely.
She needed to be in El Paso for some major medical treatment the
Following day. I said no, no, we’re fine, you’ll get there, just late,

Who is picking you up? Let’s call him and tell him.
We called her son and I spoke with him in English.
I told him I would stay with his mother till we got on the plane and
Would ride next to her—Southwest.

She talked to him. Then we called her other sons just for the fun of it.

Then we called my dad and he and she spoke for a while in Arabic and
Found out of course they had ten shared friends.

Then I thought just for the heck of it why not call some Palestinian
Poets I know and let them chat with her. This all took up about 2 hours.

She was laughing a lot by then. Telling about her life. Answering
Questions.

She had pulled a sack of homemade mamool cookies—little powdered
Sugar crumbly mounds stuffed with dates and nuts—out of her bag—
And was offering them to all the women at the gate.

To my amazement, not a single woman declined one. It was like a
Sacrament. The traveler from Argentina, the traveler from California,
The lovely woman from Laredo—we were all covered with the same
Powdered sugar. And smiling. There are no better cookies.

And then the airline broke out the free beverages from huge coolers—
Non-alcoholic—and the two little girls for our flight, one African
American, one Mexican American—ran around serving us all apple juice
And lemonade and they were covered with powdered sugar too.

And I noticed my new best friend—by now we were holding hands—
Had a potted plant poking out of her bag, some medicinal thing,

With green furry leaves. Such an old country traveling tradition. Always
Carry a plant. Always stay rooted to somewhere.

And I looked around that gate of late and weary ones and thought,
This is the world I want to live in. The shared world.

Not a single person in this gate—once the crying of confusion stopped
—has seemed apprehensive about any other person.

They took the cookies. I wanted to hug all those other women too.
This can still happen anywhere.

Not everything is lost.

Naomi Shihab Nye (b. 1952), “Wandering Around an Albuquerque Airport Terminal.” I think this poem may be making the rounds, this week, but that’s as it should be.  (via oliviacirce)

When I lose hope in the world, I remember this poem.

(via bookoisseur)

Tears.

(via hillarygayle)

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Fun fact: Cheetahs only attack prey that runs

jesus that is good to know.

Yup, that’s the point you just stay still and let it do whatever the fuck it wants that doesn’t involved you getting eaten. 

REALLY FUN FACT for big cats cheetahs are fucking docile as shit

my grandfather ran a cheetah sanctuary in south africa and he’d just lie with them and sleep among them and they’d rub against him and chirp at him they’re big fucking babies

Another Fun Fact: Cheetahs are incredibly nervous animals. One of the (many) reason’s they’re going extinct is that cheetahs are so sensitive and nervous, some of them are literally too nervous to breed. Others will breed, but stress themselves out so much, they’ll lose their cubs.

So zoos with breeding programs had to figure out how to make cheetahs comfortable enough to first of all, get laid and secondly - not spazz themselves into miscarrying.

So what’d they do?
They gave the cheetah’s their very own Service Dogs!


The dogs make them feel safe, protected and secure!

AJHHHHFDDGHH SO PRECIOUS

this post just got so much better

THIS IS OFFICIALLY MY FAVOURITE POST

^^^Learn something new everyday…

My BFF Coming out to her 89 Year old Grandmother

  • BFF:

    Grandmother I need to talk to you

  • Grandma:

    [concerned voice] What? What is it? Are you sick?

  • BFF:

    No, no. Grandma. I'm gay.

  • Grandma:

    What?

  • BFF:

    I'm gay Grandma. I have a girlfriend now.

  • Grandma:

    [relieved voice] Oh honey, is that all? I thought you had cancer. Anytime someone needs to tell me something they are sick. Who's your girlfriend, when is her birthday? I'll bake her a pie.

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