Heartfelt, Thought-Provoking, and hopeful…
Mason’s compelling latest novel lays bare the quiet yet relentless struggle for freedom within the heart of a dairy farm, where survival and empathy collide in the bond between a cow and her conflicted farmer. Wary of her fate, Cinnamon, a talking cow, hesitantly befriends Jody, the farmer who “owns” her, hoping this bond might bring freedom.
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In the interest of continuing to connect my past with my present, I am posting a poem from my collection a woman alone that I wrote twenty-five years ago when I was on a pilgrimage to the poet Sappho's homeland in Lesvos, Greece.
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My mother told me that when she was a girl that my grandmother would tell her stories about her own childhood. Her favorite stories were about the People’s Theater...
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"So this is what the Goddess Ishtar looks like." Tabitha held the bas-relief on her lap so that it faced the children.
"She's NAKED!" exclaimed Zerah. “Just like in the story. And she's really pretty. She looks just like you Mama -- when you wash -- except her breasts are bigger."
"And you don't have wings," chimed in Pharez. "Wait a minute. Where's her penis?"
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In the end, it was Linda who saved her. She started coming to visit when Art was in the County Jail. Art still remembered their first visit with the glass window between them when Linda was fighting back tears. Linda said that she left Tommy after he told her he and Cal set Art up the first time she had been busted.
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Casey looked like she was suppressing a snicker, but then she said with the utmost conviction:
“Yes, people may be able to delude themselves into thinking they’re just eating burgers, but what they are really eating is the future and the air their grandchildren could have breathed.”
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a woman alone
is her name--
undeciphered in
hieroglyphs
written on walls
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"It seems that I don't only have a nephew," Tamar said as Orpah turned toward her with the other infant. "I have a niece, too."
"What are you talking about?" asked Orpah.
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I’ve heard that humans like to eat pigs and call the strips of flesh
bacon but have never seen it before. I had just smelled it one morning
in the pasture when my cow friend from childhood remarked, “Oh, the
smell of bacon is particularly strong today.” Then she proceeded to tell
me what bacon was. When I looked horrified, she said simply, “Don’t
worry, I never heard of cows being turned into bacon.”
“As if that solves the problem,” I had retorted.
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Lately, I've been thinking about the importance of connecting the dots between the past and present. I was a poet before I was a prose writer, and I decided to find my broadside of Boobs Away and bring the poem back to you!
The video of me reading the poem now is below, and under that I pasted the text of the poem.
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The look the cow gave me was cold and hard. Her eyes narrowed and
became glassy. The air between us seemed to crackle. She didn’t need to
speak to tell me she felt betrayed.
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Discover a Cow’s Path to Freedom in Janet Mason’s Latest Novel: Cinnamon
In her latest novel, Cinnamon: a dairy cow’s (and her farmer’s) path to freedom, author Janet Mason tells a moving tale through the eyes of Cinnamon, a wise, witty and unexpectedly vocal dairy cow. Cinnamon forges an unlikely friendship with Jody, the farmer that owns her, sparking a journey of mutual transformations. When Cinnamon’s friend Spice falls ill, Jody’s compassion awakens, ultimately, leading her to abandon animal products and reimagine her farm as a sanctuary instead of a place of production.
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We are all animals and have much to learn from other, nonhuman animals. My little cat reminds me to be content and happy with the simple things in life—a place to sit (a windowsill will do); something to eat, and pleasure and curiosity. Peanut came to us several Mother’s Days ago, when abandoned and starving, she showed up in our backyard. She is a reminder of how a little being can come into your life and make a world of difference. This morning, when she woke me up by licking my arm—she reminded me of the power of love, as always. I am honored to have her sit with me when I write.read more ... https://wix.to/gjAJVV2
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Lately, I’ve been consciously taking care of my mental health. Perhaps this is because we are increasingly living in a toxic society—so it seems to me.
Perhaps it is because I am a writer and the flip side of having the muse come to me and insisting that I write a novel in a few months, leaves a huge swirling void inside of me, where negative emotions can and do linger.
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Excerpt from my interview in Adelaide Literary Magazine about the real-life inspiration for my novel CINNAMON, a dairy cow's (and her farmer's) path to freedom. Read more...
I thought I’d post this week about a very interesting book I found on holistic eye care titled Enlivening Consciousness.learn more on my author blog: Holistic Eye Care — Enlivening Consciousness— More reasons to #govegan #amreading | Janet Mason, author
This morning, I participated in a Unitarian Universalist service on security, both inner and outer security. In my reflection, I lead a short Buddhist exercise on feeling more secure in side, how my Buddhist skills helped me handle the harassment of my novel THEY, a biblical tale of secret genders (Adelaide Books; New York & Lisbon; 2018), and how compassion is always the healthy choice.read more on my author blog: ”Yay Us!” — Compassion as inner security — a #UU take #amreading #Faithfullylgbt | Janet Mason, author
As a result of the ongoing harassment of my novel THEY, a biblical tale of secret genders, I have decided to bring you excerpts of THEY on a regular basis. Thinking about the psyche of the harasser, brought to mind my late mother’s saying: “ Twinkle Twinkle Little Star What You Say Is What You Are.”read more on my author blog: The Serpent — a reading from THEY and some thoughts on hate — “twinkle, twinkle little star, what you say is what you are” #amreading #faithfullylgbt | Janet Mason, author