2020 End of Year Book Survey

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Thanks as always to host Jamie at The Perpetual Page Turner for this awesome end-of-year book survey! This is my sixth time participating, and it’s always a delight looking back on the books I read and sharing some of my favorites with you. Like in years’ past, I won’t be using rereads for any categories.

Number of Books You Read: 66
Number of Rereads: 12
Genre You Read the Most From: fantasy and science fiction

Best Book You Read In 2020?

Adult: The Great Offshore Grounds by Vanessa Veselka

I wrote about Veselka’s astonishing debut, Zazen, back in 2013. The wait for her second book has been long but well worth it. The Great Offshore Grounds is an ambitious and sweeping novel chronicling one very dysfunctional family’s journey through poverty, self-discovery, love, death, and everything in between. Sometimes that journey takes place on road trips, sometimes on fishing boats in Alaska, and sometimes in a homemade castle on the side of a road somewhere in Texas. It can be meandering and messy, like families, like life. It’s screamingly funny in places and heart wrenching in others, never sentimental, always sympathetic, and unapologetically gritty in its depiction of the working class and poor. I don’t have the words to do justice to Veselka’s writing, I can only highly recommend it and continue to hope she gets the recognition she deserves as one of our most talented writers.

YA: With the Fire on High by Elizabeth Acevedo

Like last year, Elizabeth Acevedo gets my vote for best YA. Unlike last year’s pick though, which was a book written in verse, this one is a straightforward story told in prose (although also very poetic). One thing I love about With the Fire on High that really sets it apart is the emphasis on strong and healthy family relationships. Teenage mother Emoni is unequivocally devoted to her child and to her grandmother; for her it’s family first, always, but she is willful and determined and finds ways to make room for her dreams of becoming a chef.

MG: Hatchet by Gary Paulsen

A lot of my best middle grade book recommendations come via my youngest. Gabe read this one in fourth or fifth grade and was notably impressed. Hatchet, a classic in the survival fiction genre, tells the story of a thirteen-year-old boy who crashes into the Canadian wilderness with only one small tool for survival. Can you guess what it is? I talked my son (now thirteen) into reading Hatchet to me this year, and I’m totally taking credit for it. Hey, audiobooks count, so why not?

Book You Were Excited About & Thought You Were Going To Love More But Didn’t?

Persuasion by Jane Austen

Maybe it was the wrong time, I don’t know. I adore Pride and Prejudice and Sense and Sensibility but failed to connect with Anne Elliot, who is considered Austen’s most mature heroine. I agree—she is very mature, and intelligent, and steady, and dependable, and quiet, and patient, and … what’s her flaw again?

Most surprising (in a good way or bad way) book you read?

Dawn by Octavia E. Butler

In a good way. I’m always pleasantly surprised when I connect with a work of science fiction as it’s never been my favorite genre. Still, I shouldn’t have been surprised that Butler’s book about tentacally aliens taking over the human race in a post-apocalyptic world would be completely accessible and easy to love—her writing tends to carry you along effortlessly. Dawn is the first entry in the Xenogenesis trilogy; the final two I read immediately after this one, and my only complaint about this series is that it ended.

Book You “Pushed” The Most People To Read (And They Did)?

Mexican Gothic by Silvia Moreno-Garcia

Surely you’ve heard by now of this slowly unfolding, chillingly atmospheric Gothic suspense/horror novel featuring a glamorous, headstrong socialite and set in 1950s Mexico? I’m assuming you have because the hype for Mexican Gothic was unreal. Also, completely deserved.

Best series you started in 2020? Best Sequel of 2020? Best Series Ender of 2020?

The Xenogenesis series by Octavia E. Butler

Dawn

Sequel: Adulthood Rites

Ender: Imago

Favorite new author you discovered in 2020?

Silvia Moreno-Garcia

Best book from a genre you don’t typically read/was out of your comfort zone?

The Rise of Skywalker by Rae Carson

I don’t read a lot of movie novelizations, but I loved The Rise of Skywalker so much and you can only watch a movie so many times and, well, here we are. Rae Carson did an impressive job staying true to the characters’ voices, capturing the excitement of the action sequences, and adding depth to some secondary characters. I especially loved her inclusion of Zorri Bliss’s point-of-view, including her history as a Spice Runner and the harrowing escape from Kijimi.

Most action-packed/thrilling/unputdownable book of the year?

Kindred by Octavia E. Butler

Octavia E. Butler’s fantasy/science-fiction-y/time-traveling/slave narrative is as good as you’ve always heard it to be. From page one, I could not put it down.

Book You Read In 2020 That You Would Be MOST Likely To Re-Read Next Year?

Mexican Gothic by Silvia Moreno-Garcia is a must-read-again. It falls into so many categories that I love. Gothic. Horror. The Slow Burn. Moreno-Garcia writes with total confidence, taking her sweet time letting the story unfold. It’s one of my favorite things about this menacing and mysterious story, and I can’t wait to get lost in it once more.

Favorite cover of a book you read in 2020?

Mexican Gothic

No contest. This cover is an absolute beauty.

Most memorable character of 2020?

I hate to admit it, but probably Rufus Weylin. There’s just no denying the antagonist of Octavia E. Butler’s Kindred is a deeply compelling character. Part of this is Butler’s skill as a writer, part of it is the fact that we first meet Weylin when he’s a young and innocent child, the son of a slave owner in the Antebellum South. Watching as he grows and struggles with his tendencies toward ownership and control and his genuine regard, maybe even love, for the women he makes his victims, is grotesquely fascinating. Is he a product of his time? Is he evil? Is he redeemable? Rufus kept me guessing throughout the book as to which of his dueling natures would win out. In case you haven’t read the book, I won’t say.

Most beautifully written book read in 2020?

How to Fly (In Ten Thousand Easy Lessons) by Barbara Kingsolver

I was once such a fan of Barbara Kingsolver, from earlier novels like The Bean Trees and Animal Dreams to her thoughtful and thought-provoking essay collections. But somewhere along the way, the perfect balance of story and politics she struck in The Poisonwood Bible toppled and her novels became more like lectures, preachy and sanctimonious. Eventually I stopped reading them. It was therefore refreshing to see Kingsolver come out with a book of poetry, something slimmed down and vulnerable, touching on subjects like nature and friendship and motherhood like she did so poignantly in High Tide in Tucson and Small Wonder. I missed this voice.

Most Thought-Provoking/Life-Changing Book of 2020?

The Vanishing Half by Brit Bennett

Aside from being exceptionally written, Brit Bennett’s tale of two sisters grappling with racial identity and family secrets makes you think long and hard about what you’d be willing to give up in an effort to belong. It’s disconcerting, uncomfortable, and genuinely thought-provoking.

Book you can’t believe you waited UNTIL 2020 to finally read?

The Lightning Thief by Rick Riordan

My kids have loved Percy Jackson forever and ever, and Rick Riordan is such a beloved and celebrated author, known for championing diversity and inclusion in his middle grade and young adult novels. The Lightning Thief is an action-packed, super fun first entry into the Olympians series, and I thoroughly enjoyed it. Better late than never!

Favorite Passage/Quote From A Book You Read In 2020?

My favorite passage is from an unlikely source—a textbook. (I spent 2019 in a teacher certification program.) The book is called Phonics from A to Z and includes this delightful quote from Alberto Manguel:

“At one magical instant in your early childhood, the page of a book—that string of confused, alien ciphers—shivered into meaning. Words spoke to you, gave up their secrets; at that moment, whole universes opened. You became, irrevocably, a reader.”

Shortest & Longest Book You Read In 2020?

Shortest: A Study in Scarlet (Sherlock Holmes #1)

Longest: A Promised Land by Barack Obama

Book That Shocked You The Most

Mexican Gothic

There’s a point where this story takes a turn from creepy atmospheric Gothic to something entirely different, and it is a disorienting thrill.

OTP OF THE YEAR (you will go down with this ship!)

In Vanessa Veselka’s masterful The Great Offshore Grounds there is a potential relationship that may or may not come to fruition but, darn it, I just can’t tell you who it is! Because you have to read the book. Go on, read it.

Favorite Non-Romantic Relationship Of The Year

The multigenerational bond between Emoni, her daughter, and her grandmother in Elizabeth Acevedo’s With the Fire on High was a thing of beauty.

Favorite Book You Read in 2020 From An Author You’ve Read Previously

The Sun Down Motel by Simone St. James

And again! Simone St. James was my pick for this category last year as well; she is, to me, simply flawless. Although her Gothic ghost stories/Romances usually take place in the early 20th century, this one switched it up a bit and offered dual timelines—one present day, one in the 1980s. You can never go wrong with the ‘80s.

Best Book You Read In 2020 That You Read Based SOLELY On A Recommendation From Somebody Else/Peer Pressure/Bookstagram, Etc.:

The Whisper Man by Alex North

This was the book everyone was talking about in the latter half of 2019, and when I finally got around to reading it this year, I was not disappointed.

Newest fictional crush from a book you read in 2020? 

Hun-Kame, the Mayan God of Death in Silvia Moreno-Garcia’s outstanding Mexican fairy tale, Gods of Jade and Shadow.

Best 2020 debut you read?

Elatsoe by Darcie Little Badger

Elatsoe is a magical, mythical murder mystery featuring an asexual Lipan Apache teenager with a ghost dog. So it’s got a lot going for it! Little Badger weaves Native American mythology with her own uniquely imagined world and gifts us a delightful main character who, although seventeen, has the charm, innocence, and optimism of someone much younger. This book is being marketed as young adult but reads very much like middle grade; luckily, I happen to love both, so for me it was a perfect fit.

Best Worldbuilding/Most Vivid Setting You Read This Year?

The Fifth Season by N.K. Jemisin

WOW. In the first book of The Broken Earth trilogy, N.K. Jemisin introduces us to her imagined alternate Earth, The Stillness, and the beings who inhabit it (humans, orogenes, stone-eaters, obelisks, guardians). This is a very dense, very dark novel—it is not an easy read—and the series only gets darker. I will admit, I discovered toward the end of The Fifth Season (and in subsequent books in the series) that the genre, grimdark—one characterized by utter bleakness, endless war, and very little hope—is not for me. That’s not to take away the absolute brilliant worldbuilding and storytelling here though. Jemisin’s Broken Earth trilogy won the Hugo Award three years running, and if you can handle the grimness of it all, you’ll see why she is one of the most celebrated fantasy/science fiction novelists today.

Book That Put A Smile On Your Face/Was The Most FUN To Read?

Let’s see, which of Jenn McKinlay’s Cupcake Bakery Mystery books should I choose? Cozy mysteries have become my guilty pleasure, and this year I happily indulged in half a dozen. I just can’t get enough of the comfortingly formulaic plots, the scrumptious descriptions of desserts, and the groan-worthy and absolutely hilarious punny titles like Vanilla Beaned and Dying for Devil’s Food. Since I must choose one, I’ll go with Sugar and Iced, which features a deadly beauty pageant and a dish of sweet revenge.

Book That Made You Cry Or Nearly Cry in 2020?

 A Promised Land by Barack Obama

For so many reasons. Barack Obama’s presidency spanned nearly a decade of my life that’s entwined with memories of my children growing, of me growing as a mother, and the moments both wonderful and terrible that marked our lives in that period of time. The Great Recession, the historic election, the Deepwater Horizon catastrophe, the Arab Spring, the Birther Movement and birth of the Tea Party, the repeal of Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell, the promise of hope and change. Many times while reading I had to stop and close my eyes as those memories burned. Mostly though, I laughed. Obama is a skillful storyteller and writes with such warmth and humor that the little moments in particular shine. Yes, his moments as leader of the free world, but also his moments as a friend, a husband, a father.

Hidden Gem Of The Year?

Goodbye From Nowhere by Sara Zarr

I feel like Sara Zarr in general is a hidden gem, even after earning a National Book Award nomination, even after having a novel adapted into a movie directed by Kyra Sedgwick and starring Kevin Bacon. Zarr is a quietly dependable author, blessing us with one solid YA read after another. And yet her April release, Goodbye From Nowhere, has thirteen ratings on Amazon. Obviously Amazon ratings are not an indicator of quality, but they certainly reflect a novel’s popularity. Why so few, then? I have no idea. I keep telling you guys about her, I mean, come on. Go read this one—a story about a boy whose life is upended when he discovers his mother is having an affair.

Book That Crushed Your Soul?

The Fifth Season

Most Unique Book You Read In 2020?

Not a book but a story. “The Life of Chuck” in Stephen King’s new collection, If It Bleeds, is a lovely little piece—sweet, succinct, and strange.

Book That Made You The Most Mad (doesn’t necessarily mean you didn’t like it)?

The Fifth Season, for Essun’s fateful decision you saw coming a mile away that, as noted above, resulted in the crushing of my soul.

1. One Book You Didn’t Get To In 2020 But Will Be Your Number 1 Priority in 2021?

The List of Things That Will Not Change by Rebecca Stead

I didn’t read enough middle grade in 2020, and this one sounds pretty special.

2. Book You Are Most Anticipating For 2021 (non-debut)?

Velvet Was the Night by Silvia Moreno-Garcia

As you can tell by now, Moreno-Garcia is a total auto-buy author for me at this point.

3. 2021 Debut You Are Most Anticipating?

Waiting for the Night Song by Julie Carrick Dalton

Childhood secrets! Woodsy small town summers! And that cover!

4. Series Ending/A Sequel You Are Most Anticipating in 2021?

For Batter or Worse (Cupcake Bakery Mystery, #13) by Jenn McKinlay

Although it batter not be a series ender.

5. One Thing You Hope To Accomplish Or Do In Your Reading/Blogging Life In 2021?

As always, my goal is to read at least 52 books, preferably in addition to any rereads.

6. A 2021 Release You’ve Already Read & Recommend To Everyone (if applicable):

N/A

Here’s to 2021! Things can only get better, and there will always be books.

One Hour a Day

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A year ago this week I started coursework for my post-baccalaureate teaching certification. Today I submitted my final assignments, and now I have the month of December to prepare for student teaching. I have no idea what that will look like—probably no one does—but whether virtually or in-person I’m looking forward to meeting the group of second graders I’ve been assigned to.

I’m nervous. I’m excited. I still can’t wrap my head around the fact that next fall I’ll have my own classroom. I spend a lot of time thinking about it.

I also spend a lot of time thinking about my writing and how I’ll continue prioritizing something that’s very important to me. It shouldn’t be hard because, in all honesty, it doesn’t take much time to write—not when you do it every day. And since August of 2019 I’ve committed to being an everyday writer.

I don’t want to lose that. Once I made writing a simple, non negotiable, daily habit, I drafted three books in a year. Again, it doesn’t take much time. One hour a day is plenty. (The hour matters, however; the earlier the better.)

The struggle with teaching will be keeping my headspace clear for that hour. Over and over I hear about how all-consuming the profession is, especially in the first few years. On one hand I want to embrace the challenge, but I also want to avoid burning out like so many new teachers do. The key is insisting on balance, and I’m hoping age will work in my favor.

At forty-five, I have no problems anymore asking for what I need from my family. I’ve gotten better at setting boundaries at work and not feeling guilty about it. I’m wise enough to understand that for anyone to get the best version of me, I need that hour of creative release in the morning. Can I manage to shut everything out and keep claiming that time for me, for my stories?

I’m pretty sure I can. I may just have to get up an hour earlier.

Zombie Slime, Hocus Pocus, and Other Scary Stuff

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Happy Halloween, everyone! The day started with an astonishing sunrise and is ending on a blue moon. I’m taking a break from fiction during my morning writing block to scribble an October blog post that I’ve meant to write for weeks. Every time I sat down to do it, my efforts were thwarted by the Freeform channel’s eerily addictive programming. Apparently there’s no limit to the number of times you can watch Beetlejuice, The Nightmare Before Christmas, and the Goosebumps movie.

Anyway, I hope you and your family enjoy the holiday. I did my dressing up yesterday, donning a floppy brown hat and denim overalls to play scarecrow for the day. Our elementary school students returned this week (well, about half of them), and it was delightful to see their sweet faces and adorable costumes. Tonight it’s my children’s turn—Abbey is a 1920s flapper girl and sure to dazzle in her black and gold fringe dress, and Gabe is once again Anonymous, so he’ll be wearing two masks this year.

There are still pumpkins to carve, cupcakes to frost, and some edible zombie slime thing to prepare—it looks a bit like blood Jell-O swimming with gummy fingers and actually glows in the dark. It might just be the scariest thing I see tonight, unless I try to sit through yet another viewing of Hocus Pocus.

Stay safe, have fun, and see you in November!

Autumn Days Are Here Again

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The summer felt like it would never end, but finally it’s candle weather again. In August I penned a Halloween-themed middle grade book featuring a haunted house, a creepy corn maze, and a graveyard where the skeletons come to life. It was crazy fun to write and teleported me straight into the spooky season like a time machine. Books, whether you’re reading them or writing them, are magic like that.

While the draft of Halloween Eternal sits in a dark corner waiting for my return (I can feel, right now, the weight of its sinister glare), I am working on a final edit for a cozy mystery I wrote last fall. That book features a wintry mountain town, a delightful ice cream parlour, and, of course, a dead body. In the tradition of cozies, there are more giggles than gore, and the only explicit descriptions are of desserts.

As for The House on Linden Way, my adult novel about a woman who visits her childhood home and becomes trapped in living memories, I am still out on submission. I told myself I would query agents for a year and then switch to small publishers. My year runs out in December, but so far I’ve received three requests for fulls and one partial that I sent out last week. So maybe there is hope; after all, what better time for an agent to fall in love with a melancholy ghost story than the shadowy days of autumn?

The Magic of Seven

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“Memories, Dreams, and Writerly Pursuits: Seven Years of Blogging.” That’s the title of my new book, although it’s not a book in the traditional sense. Instead, it’s a collection of the nearly one hundred posts I’ve shared since starting this blog seven years ago. Now seemed like a pretty good time to get them bound in print.

The book is being published by a company called Blog2Print, but only one copy will ever exist—a copy just for me and, later, for my children. I’m a big believer in preserving the past by pinning it to the page, and I like the idea of keeping those seven years safe whether or not I remember to pay my website hosting fees.

Seven years of memories, seven years of dreams. Seven years of chronicling the highs and lows of writing—including my journey through seven (actual) books. I wonder if seven will be my magic number?

Will my seventh book, written this spring, be the one to land me an agent? I’m still submitting my fourth, The House on Linden Way, but I’ll admit I’ve lost a little hope on that one. It’s not as discouraging as it sounds—what I love about being a writer is the actual writing, and I’ll happily keep penning novels because it’s fun and fulfilling and costs nothing but time.

Still, I want to share my stories. I guess that’s why I keep blogging. Maybe in another seven years, there will be another book of blog posts—more memories, more dreams, more writerly pursuits—forever bound in print. And maybe that’s magic enough.

Am I Doing Enough?

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Something I’ve learned in the last year as I work toward my teaching certification is how imperative on-going self-assessment is. Teachers are expected to constantly evaluate themselves—every morning before class, after each encounter with every child, during each lesson, at the end of every day. This is not only to ensure the effectiveness of lessons but to compel teachers to examine unflinchingly their own personal biases and cultural sensitivity.

Am I doing enough to make sure every single child in my classroom feels valued, supported, cared for, seen?

Am I doing enough to make sure every single child sees him or herself reflected, represented, respected, in their classroom?

Am I doing enough?

In 2015, while pursuing my English degree, I enrolled in an African-American literature course that introduced me to the voices of Langston Hughes, Zora Neale Hurston, Ralph Ellison, and James Baldwin, among others. Why, in all my years of schooling (I grew up in the 80s/early 90s) had I never been assigned classic works of literature by these authors? That’s the first question, the easy question. On further self-reflection, however, the question becomes this: Why had I never before sought these voices out?

Am I doing enough?

Last year I read 62 books; three were by Black authors. The year before that I read 72 books; four were by Black authors. This shameful disparity was one I hadn’t even noticed before. The easy question is, why aren’t there more books by Black authors being published and championed? On further self-reflection, the question becomes this: Why haven’t I been seeking out more books by Black authors?

Am I doing enough?

Making excuses is easy. Accepting personal responsibility is harder. I’m not doing enough. And as an aspiring teacher whose job it will be to develop and implement an anti-bias curriculum, create an inclusive, multicultural classroom, and model behaviors like empathy, respect, and tolerance, I need to do more—and keep asking the question.

The Fourth Wall is Free on Amazon!

The Kindle version of The Fourth Wall is currently up for grabs on Amazon, so click here for your free copy! I’m not sure how long the promotion lasts, but it looks like it’s been running for at least two days, so get it while you can.

I hope you’re staying healthy and safe, reading good books, and spending quality time with loved ones. I’ll send out a longer post later this week.

Welcome, New Subscribers! I’m Glad You’re Here

Congratulations to the winners of Women on Writing’s Ultimate #StayHomeandRead Book Giveaway! I’ll be mailing out signed copies of The Fourth Wall this week.

Also, a huge and heartfelt welcome to my new subscribers. I’m so glad you’re here. I blog once or twice a month, usually about writerly things, although sometimes I post book reviews too.

If you’re interested in learning more about The Fourth Wall, I have a bunch of fun posts from my blog tour back when it was first published, including the meaning behind the title, why I’m glad it was a first novel, and the ways to become a lucid dreamer.

If you’re super bummed you didn’t win a copy, stick around and I’ll let you know when my publisher runs the next Amazon giveaway so you can grab a free Kindle version.

In addition to writing books, I also love to write short fiction and creative nonfiction. Here is my latest nonfiction piece, published last month in Mothers Always Write. In this piece, I tried to capture some of the courage, resiliency, and grace of my twelve-year-old son, who is on the brink of navigating the tumultuous years of adolescence.

Are you a writer too? A fellow book lover? Let me know in the comments, and once again, welcome. 🙂

Giveaway! Enter for a Chance to Win $200 and FREE BOOKS

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In an effort to encourage people to stay home and read, one of my favorite ezines has launched an awesome giveaway!

WOW! Women on Writing’s Ultimate #StayHomeandRead Book Giveaway begins today and runs through May 3. Three lucky winners will receive 21 books, including a signed copy of The Fourth Wall—enough reading material to last you the whole summer.

In addition, one grand prize winner will also receive a query or first five pages critique from yours truly, free entry with critique into a Women on Writing quarterly writing contest, and a $200 gift card you can use to buy MORE BOOKS anything you want.

I’m so happy to contribute to something positive that benefits readers and writers and spreads a little joy. The WOW community excels at that, and we need all we can get right now.

Read more about the giveaway here, or enter below (it’s FREE!), and good luck!

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Small Acts of Kindness

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Yesterday I braved a trip to the grocery store for some basic provisions—hamburger meat, hand soap, pasta, peanut butter, bananas. Of these, only the hamburger meat was available.

“Can you believe this?” a woman asked me in the dairy aisle. She was holding a paper grocery list and looking a bit shell-shocked.

“They bought out all the peanut butter,” I said resentfully. “That’s a staple for me.”

“Oh no! I’m sorry to hear it,” she said.

I smiled. “At least there’s milk.” Earlier in the week, there hadn’t been. Not milk, not eggs, not bread.

It had taken three trips over a two-day period to find toilet paper, ending with me in line at Target with about seventy people, several who’d been there an hour before opening. One of them, a young mother, needed baby wipes.

I thought of her as I passed by the baby aisle in the grocery store, where the shelves were bare.

At the checkout I grabbed candy bars for my kids, who have been spending their extended vacation working on creative projects. My son’s built an impressive version of the Queen Mary in Minecraft, my daughter’s printed her novel-in-progress and begun editing it, along with crocheting miniature shirts for her make-believe characters.

So far, I’ve ignored the steady stream of emails from well-meaning teachers offering enrichment activities for at-home learning. Maybe next week. Not this week.

We’re lucky. I know that. My husband and I both work in the medical industry; we won’t be hurting for hours. I have a second job with the school district, and my time off so far has been paid. The largest source of stress for us has been panic buyers causing shortages at the grocery stores, and as I thought again of the young mother in need of baby wipes, I felt discouraged at the selfishness of others.

After inching my cart forward, I looked around and noticed someone approaching fast, her eyes locked on mine, her face animated. At first I didn’t recognize her, and was a little alarmed at the way she was barreling toward me, waving her arm.

“I don’t know if this is the kind you like,” she said breathlessly. “But I found it on a clearance shelf.”

It was the woman from the dairy aisle. She was handing me a jar of peanut butter. I took the jar and stared at it, momentarily speechless.

“Thank you,” I managed to say. “That was so thoughtful of you.” How long had she been searching the store for me, I wondered, clutching this jar of peanut butter?

The woman beamed.

“It’s exactly the kind I like,” I assured her.

It wasn’t. It was the crunchy kind and had added sugar, but of course I didn’t care, of course I bought it, feeling overwhelmed, feeling grateful, feeling like it’s these small acts of kindness that are going to help us get through this, together.