Not sure what #MicroblogMondays is? Read the inaugural post which explains the idea and how you can participate too.

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Like I said on Friday, today marks the 19th anniversary of the first Friday Blog Roundup back in 2006.

What is amazing is that there are still posts I think about, so many years later. One that continues to bring me enormous comfort — and I’ve linked to it many times before — is Toddler Planet’s “ It’s Not Fair.” She wrote it about six months before she died from metastatic breast cancer.  These lines may not make sense without reading the longer parable contained in the post, but I think about them all the time: “We each get one life, one daily wage, and that’s it. The guy next door gets one life to live. The mom down the street gets one too. No one ever promised us the same life, the same opportunities, the same blessings, or the same time to live. No one ever promised that. We are promised one opportunity, one life, and how we live it is between us and our Creator (I believe). There is no comparing.”

She did a lot of amazing things while she was on this planet, and I’m eternally grateful for her writing, which put the imbalance of the world into perspective and gave a frame for considering all moments. I hope that if you are also finding this time tumultuous and upsetting, her words help ground you.

And please share what moved you. The posts you remember, so many years later.

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The ChickieNob and I were lounging around, talking about a snack we ate in Bury St. Edmunds at the Cornish Bakery, a bakery chain that sells cookies, pastries, and pasties. We had been in search of cake, but we ended up there and bought squares of Cornish pudding, eating them out of paper bags while we walked.

We loved this Cornish pudding. And quickly became obsessed with the idea of recreating this Cornish pudding or seeing if there was a restaurant in the area that carried it.

Herein lies the problem: There is no such thing as “Cornish pudding.” Yes, there are a bunch of recipes all labeled as such, but the accompanying pictures showed us sweet and savory bread pudding-like concoctions. There were many many many things called Cornish pudding.

The store described the dish on social media: “Layers of gooey pastries soaked in vanilla custard and topped with blueberries, raspberries and white chocolate before being baked to perfection.” So we started building a bread pudding recipe containing brioche, blueberries, raspberries, and white chocolate, all soaked in a vanilla custard.

The result was delicious but definitely not Cornish Bakery’s Cornish pudding. We are not deterred and are still trying to figure out the pastry part (croissants?) because it definitely wasn’t puffy like brioche. If anyone has reverse-engineered this or knows how to make something closer to the Cornish pudding at the Cornish Bakery, let me know.

Monday marks the 19th anniversary of the first Friday Blog Roundup back in 2006.

It was a few weeks after I started the blog, and I realized that I was reading stuff and wanted to talk about it with other people, so the Roundup was born. Every week, I would post things that I thought about after I closed the browser. If I bookmarked the piece, or I talked about it with someone else, or I thought about it at a random moment, it went on the list.

I like the idea that sharing is baked into the structure of the internet. It’s literally a tool for sharing information, perspective, advice; an infinite backyard fence in the form of a hyperlink. I am grateful for a world where there are still writers slogging past the words produced by AI to deliver their own unique thoughts to get under our skin and shift the way we see the world.

I’m going to ask you on Monday to share posts you still think about, so go look at your bookmarks and get ready to tell us the words that have stuck with you.

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Stop procrastinating. Go make your backups. Don’t have regrets.

Seriously. Stop what you’re doing for a moment. It will take you fifteen minutes, tops. But you will have peace of mind for days and days. It’s the gift to yourself that keeps on giving.

As always, add any new thoughts to the Friday Backup post and peruse new comments to find out about methods, plug-ins, and devices that help you quickly back up your data and accounts.

And now the blogs…

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But first, second, helpings of the posts that appeared in the open comment thread last week. To read the description before clicking over, please return to the open thread:

• “July 4th Anniversaries” (Infertile Phoenix)
• “No children. Just us. And it was more than enough.” (The Next 15,000 Days)

Okay, now my choices this week.

Scientist on the Roof feels time poor, and I related to her missing minutes (hours?) 100%. She writes: “I am not sure if I am just so disorganized… or if I am experiencing some weird time-related quantum phenomena.. or if some things are just taking longer than they should.” I also feel like there are tasks each day that should happen, and yet… I don’t have time to do them.

The Next 15,000 Days writes about a thoughtless comment delivered by her uncle about a recent trip to the beach. She summaries the moment: “I sat in silence, struck by the sheer thoughtlessness of it all. How wrapped up people can be in their own joys, blind to the quiet sorrows seated right beside them. How carelessly words can fall, without the faintest thought of who might be catching them.” It’s a good reminder to think before you speak.

The roundup to the Roundup: 19 years of Roundups. Your weekly backup nudge. And lots of great posts to read. So what did you find this week? Please use a permalink to the blog post (written between July 11 – 18) and not the blog’s main URL. Not understanding why I’m asking you what you found this week. Read the original open thread post here.

As I say every month, I’m shamelessly stealing this idea from Jessica Lahey. She has a recurring monthly date where she reviews all the books she reads that month. Book reviews are important for authors, and I want to get better at doing this.

So. I’m going to review them here and also online, but I’m going to do it a little differently. I’m only going to review the stuff I really liked. I don’t see a reason to spend my time writing about something I didn’t love; it’s just using up more of my energy. So only positive reviews.

These are the books I liked (or mostly liked) from June.

Consider Yourself Kissed (Jessica Stanley): This book was so good that she made me want to go lock myself somewhere and do nothing else but read her book. The writing is gorgeous. The story is relatable. Every character is lovely (except her dad). This book is like getting a hug. Go read it. Immediately.

Skipshock (Caroline O’Donoghue): Do you recognize the author’s name? Did you read The Rachel Incident? Same author, compleeeeeeeeeeetely different book. But if you liked her writing in that, you may like it in this, which I’m declaring is the new Hunger Games. No, they’re not making kids fight to the death, but it’s that kind of world building that makes you lose yourself in the story. This is brilliant. And I can’t wait for part two.

10 Marchfield Square (Nicola Whyte): If you liked The Maid by Nita Prose, you may also like this book. They felt very similar. And sweet. It’s a cozy mystery that feels like it operates outside a time period, if that makes sense.

The Matchmaker (Aisha Saeed): I’ve known Aisha since the BlogHer years, so I was thrilled to hear that she had written a book for adults because she is known for her middle grade fiction. This book is wonderful. A cozy thriller – as in more than a cozy mystery but less scary than a thriller, so perfect beach read because you’ll keep wanting one more chapter to figure the whole thing out. Plus there’s a little romance in there and plenty of weddings. Loved this book.

Death at the White Hart (Chris Chibnall): A new book by the creator of the television show Broadchurch, that feels very… Broadchurch-y. I didn’t love it in the beginning, but I’m glad I stuck with it because I really loved it by the end. I hope this becomes a series.

What did you read last month?

It will come with zero surprise when I say that I worry about the future. (Unless, I guess, this is your first time reading my blog.) I worry about my future. I worry about the twins’ future. I worry about all 8 billion people on the planet, especially because I thought there were only 7 billion until I Googled that fact. I still remember when our minds were all blown because we hit 6 billion, and that wasn’t that long ago.

Anyway.

I am deeply curious about this upcoming book, Could Should Might Don’t, because it does not contain the word “will” in the title. As in, “AI will take our jobs.” A lot of my anxiety comes from believing the “will” repeated over and over again, about all possibilities. Maybe people think that it makes them sound more confident to put it in the definitive, but unless we are in control of the outcome (“I will walk out of the room if you don’t stop singing R.E.O. Speedwagon”), we should probably use “could” or “might.”

I’ve been trying to remember other times when the future felt so deeply uncertain and scary, including after 9-11, the 2008 financial crisis, and the 2016 election. While difficult times followed all of those events, things rarely turned out as predicted.