Book Review: Fearless

Rebecca Minkoff is one of those people who heard of the self-made person we hear about from time to time, believed in the concept, and set out to make it her reality. I know little or nothing about clothing/fashion/accessory design, but I do know a great up-by-your-bootstraps tale when I read one, and Minkoff’s is one that’s been stitched together out of whole cloth.

Formatted in 21 different ‘rules’, otherwise known as chapters, the book follows Minkoff’s struggles from her early days in New York starving and struggling to get by, to the creation of her breakout product, the Morning After Bag, which grew legs and secured her place as a name designer.

These self-made tales always seem to be based on a journey to New York City, it seems, and Fearless follows that pattern as well. If Ms Minkoff has a theme to her life’s pursuit, it seems to be that found in rule #2: ‘…design your purpose, not your paycheck.’


Some of her advice and insight is reasonably trite and predictable: ‘The truth is that cutting corners has never paid off for me. Not once’ But it’s never a good idea to dismiss sound advice. The author refers to the way our minds create our reality, and this, too, though a common enough theme, never seems to gain the traction it deserves, so it’s good that she mentions it. The final rule ‘It’s Endless’ can be read either way, as caution, or encouragement.

The author describes various trials and triumphs, the challenges she faced to establish her brand, the events of 9/11, and more recently the COVID crisis and its impact on everything, including walk in establishments. All in all, Fearless is a good rendition of one woman’s journey toward self-branding, and the current fabric of American entrepreneurship.

Book Review: Gay Like Me

Like Imani Perry’s Breathe: A Letter to My Sons, this fine book describes the perilous passage that the different-ed, marginalized citizens of this country must navigate, while teaching their children to cross to safety as well.

Mr. Jackson addresses his beloved boy, who has embraced his own gay existence, with riveting, graphic candor, and with an urgency driven by his own recollections, chief among them the author’s coming of age in New York during the AIDS crisis.

Instead of the dire and dreadful scenario we might expect from the father of a gay son, instead of all the warnings and cautions, Jackson insists that his gay son celebrate his sexual orientation, as he has done. While reminding the boy of the ‘straight-lash’ that’s inevitable, he enumerates the amazing opportunities ahead, and the pride that’s more than just a parade to them both.

We could all wish that our own passage into adulthood had come with the advice and counsel offered to this fortunate young man by a father who loves him fiercely enough to tell him the unvarnished, uninhibited truth.Gay Like Me: A Father Writes to His Son

Book Review: Real American

Real American: A Memoir by Julie Lythcott-Haims

My rating: 5 of 5 stars


Here we have a very small glimpse into the race issue from a woman who has lived, possibly lives it still, from both sides. The author writes with courage and insight into what her own struggle for identity, her own desire to fit into an America where her appearance—half white child, half black child—elicited stares and discomforting questions such as ‘where are you from, from?’

As the author states, ‘American at first sight’ means color, hair, appearance, not nationality. It meant, she writes, that ‘My existence was a ripple in an otherwise smooth sheet.’ That those who asked ‘where are you from, from?’ needed to remove that wrinkle in their expectation. They needed to ‘iron it down.’

Written with courage, blunt openness, and the right questions for our racially querulous times, Real American is a book that perhaps white readers should go over time and again. It demands the answer to the question as old as our odd republic, what does American mean? Reading books such as these, and there are more of them all the time which is a very good thing, makes any who consider themselves dedicated to the idea of America take note. It makes the fearless reader ask yet more questions, not ‘where are you from?’, but where are we going?

Five stars for lucid and beautiful prose, and for the lessons inside. Real American: A Memoir



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Poetry Review: Wild Seeds

Wild SeedsWild Seeds by James Thomas Fletcher
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

This is a wondrous example of ekphrastic poetry from Jim Fletcher, a poet who revels in that poetic tradition. Living as he does in Oklahoma with his nature-artist wife, and surrounded by the natural ‘undulations’ he refers to several times, he has ample opportunity for these efforts. For example, in Aegean Sea, a wonderful poem modeled on his spouse’s painting by that name, we find a perfect example of poetry following nature, as nature abhors not only vacuums, but punctuation as well.
This reader is a sucker for alliteration, so Fletcher had me at page 8, Looking Out at The Garden, with his ‘Bluebonnets blaze bold by the bachelor buttons in baby blue beside pinks poking perky in the breeze.’ Granted, a poet may get away with just so much of this, but that is, to my ear at least, simply marvelous. It gets better at the last stanza: ‘Spring peeks in my office window beckoning me to leave my poetry for hers.’
Like that of most poets, Fletcher’s observations differ from those of us prosaic commoners’. Henry James once said that if you must write down what strikes you, perhaps it didn’t strike you. In Fossil II, Fletcher writes of ‘…a slab of rock mostly not buried.’ And of a time when ‘…the flower had not yet invented itself.’ These are striking visions.
A common theme in Wild Seeds seems to be the poet’s wrestling with entropic universal drift, from the macro to the micro. He writes in The Lyrids of a time 2700 years ago, and then to when ‘…Caesar invaded Briton a mere five orbits ago,’ and on to when ‘…the Lyric rocks pummel Terra in April.’ And in History of The Great Herds he hints at an entity in ‘…vast herds…no one sees them alone and settled.’ The poet doesn’t name whatever it is that constitutes these vast herds, forcing the reader’s imagination wide. From there, the subject dwindles, until we’re left with nothing more than ‘diaspores…weighing nothing.’
Favorite poem? Tough call, but probably American Night, Fletcher’s ‘filmic vision’ of a routine, lights-out Oklahoma stormy night, where ‘lightning takes a negative of the scene,’ and the poet revels ‘…alone to direct the night.’ Or perhaps Walking to School, a sweet little poem that will resonate with anyone of a certain age. Fletcher reifies real people, ‘…Mr. Mayes, and Mr. Spencer, and Miss Dryden,’ people who the poet allows to Wallenda across the pipeline of his life. And who knew that ‘Wallenda’ was a verb? Good stuff. Fletcher’s best yet. Five stars.

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Wild Seeds: James Thomas Fletcher

Book Review: Live Inspired

Live Inspired by Laura Staley

My rating: 4 of 5 stars


Here we have a book of inspiring and courageous anecdotes of the author’s sometimes turbulent, sometimes heartbreaking, often resilient life.

It’s not often a reader comes across a book that truly portrays what is meant when writers are told to ‘open a vein.’ This short but insightful book of prose mixed with the author’s poetry shows that. After reading Live Inspired I feel as if I know her, not just her story.

If a reader has suffered under an abusive parent (not what you imagine), been dismissed and emotionally challenged by men, and discouraged and frightened for their children, that reader will identify with Staley’s journey, and will, hopefully, take sustenance and heart from her successful navigation of her life.

Staley also manages to find the positive and uplifting in every challenge, a life skill we could all use more of. The only comment might be that there isn’t more about Staley’s life as a mother, an aspect of the book that could have enriched it. Live Inspired



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