Literary Mama contributor Cindy Dyson announces the launch of Book Club Works, a grassroots, adoption-style program that matches the thousands of book clubs across the country with the thousands of literacy teachers, activists and volunteers in order to bring the transforming power of books to the people who need it most.
For literacy workers Book Club Works means a steady supply of free, great books. It means knowing a group of readers cares about his or her work. Just a few of the lit- workers who will benefit: tribal teachers; disaster relief workers; homeless shelters; battered women’s shelters; detention centers; prisons; inner city programs.
For book clubs, BCW means having a way to share their love for and knowledge of books beyond their current circle of influence.
For more information, please visit bookclubworks.com.
Andy Garcia is the perfect man for me. He is charming, handsome, intelligent, sexy as all hell, and completely unavailable. Though I once saw him walk past as I sat drinking coffee in Café Trieste in San Francisco, I know that is the closest he will ever get to me. And I have to admit, that is part of his appeal. No power struggles over housework. No conflicts over money. No betrayals, no wounds, no scars. Just pure, unadulterated fantasy. The beauty without the cost.
As a single mom getting back into the dating world, I can say that real men don't hold all that much appeal. The thought of dating might become more interesting to me if I thought I could somehow replace the family I lost in the divorce. You know, give my daughter the father she needs and me the husband I deserve. The single mom fantasy.
But I know that's probably not going to happen. For this single mom, the question has changed from "is he good enough for me" to "is he good enough for my child?" I doubt my ability to choose well. I was not known for selecting my men wisely when it was only me. Why do I think I could select an appropriate man to be a father? I screwed that up the first time around. Do I really think I could choose any better now? So, I don't.
Fortunately, that isn't a such a terrible problem for me. Of course, I am lonely. Of course, I would prefer to have romantic love in my life. But am I willing to give up the energy, time, and attention to my daughter that a relationship would involve? I'm not sure.
Instead of getting out there and giving it a real try, I find that I am still clinging to my most successful procrastination technique.
Research.
I've been single now for 3 years. I've read everything published on single mothers and dating. I've lurked at online dating services. I've chatted by e-mail with single mothers and fathers from across the country about dating as a single parent. I've even been out on a few hesitant and awkward dates. Maybe enough research? Nahhhh.
Now I know why men prefer porn. No commitment, no responsibility, no entanglements, limited cleaning up. Me, on the other hand....I don't want porn, per se, but I want fantasy. My fantasy; my way. You want to hear it? I bet you do.
But no way. This fantasy is mine, and like the secret birthday wish that is ruined when you share it, this one stays with me.
But you can bet it involves Andy Garcia. And probably some handcuffs.