I wear many hats, one of which is college professor. This time of year–when my grades have just been turned in!–I like to share bloopers from student papers and exams. So here we go. These are verbatim.

  • Whatever you do, don’t claim to be a witch!! If so, get ready to be burned alive at the steak.
  • Fogging was also very common, which is being whipped or beaten.
  • If you ask me I think that trails by ordeal were forms of punishment as well.
  • People seen the punishment as harsh and this resulted in more crimes being committed and in sighted riots or revolts.
  • Before there were prisons or a pubic way to enforce crime, the world still had to punish people for their crimes.
  • Snapped judgment is a set of influenced assumptions open to a whole set of schemas that are judgmental.
  • NCAA is an anti-hate group.
  • In this research paper, I will be talking numerous events that were vigilante events in America that happened.
  • For the most part, compared to other countries, America might be considered similar and different for a variety of reasons.
  • Terrorism in general is a dangerous threat to the United State because of the political and religious reasons.
  • American citizen’s loss a sense of security that day.
  • The intelligence process that the United States is a lot like a college research paper.
  • Is the exchange of something for sexual favors? It is also said to be the state of being prostitute.
  • One was either for or against it and both sides had good legal arguments to back up their believing’s.
  • A pogrom is a program.
  • A pogrom is a thing Jewish people wear on their head.
  • A pogrom is a child born from a mixed race relation.
  • A pogrom is a type if antihate movement.
  • Is your head hurting now? Here’s how I feel:

    Hop and Book Giveaway

    Hi there! My name is Kim Fielding. I’m the author of several novels that feature gay characters. The links for the books are down on the lower right hand side of this page.

    My day job is professor. This semester, some of the students in one of my classes did a project that involved interviewing victims of hate crimes. Here’s a brief excerpt from one of those interviews:

    When I was a junior my mom found out [I was gay]. She took me out of school, home-schooled me, and took me to church. She was hoping the priest could “cure” me. Throughout high school days I was occasionally beat up. I could deal with that. My mom wanting to cure me? That was just ridiculous because I did not need curing…. College is amazing. I have the occasional verbal taunt but for the most part I am accepted. That is such a good feeling.

    A reminder that hate sometimes begins at home. And that simple acceptance–such a basic thing really–can be a wonderful gift.
    I am giving away one ebook copy of my novel Good Bones! To win, simply comment here with your email address by midnight Pacific time on May 20. I’ll choose a winner at random on the morning of the 21st, and will notify the winner via email.
    And while you’re at it, follow me here or on Facebook. 🙂
    For more posts and prizes, visit Hop Against Homophobia–and the other 200+ blogs that are participating.


    As some of you know, I donate all my royalties from the Praesidium trilogy to Doctors Without Borders. Because of the generosity of those who have bought my books in the last few months, I was able yesterday to donate $350 to this excellent cause. It’s a great organization, and I’m very happy that we can help them out.

    Here’s an excerpt from my story “Violet’s Present,” which will be available in June (or you can pre-order now as part of the Time is Eternity package):

    Somehow, Matt wasn’t surprised when he looked up from his plate and saw Joseph standing beside his table, Aunt Violet at his side. “You don’t mind sharing with my bratty cousin, do you?” she asked.

    Joseph’s eyes were even more amazing in person, in color. They were somewhere between gray and blue, a shade that Matt hoped he could reproduce with his paints. Joseph wore blue jeans and a red-and-white-checked shirt, and looked both annoyed at Violet and intrigued by Matt.

    “Sure,” Matt said, his mouth suddenly so dry that he had to take a quick swallow of the cooling coffee.

    Joseph plopped down in the opposite seat and grinned. Matt’s heart almost stopped. “Pancakes and bacon,” Joseph said to Violet. “With the bacon done—”

    “Really crispy. I know.” She cuffed him lightly on the shoulder before she walked away.

    “Where are you from?” Joseph asked. His gaze was so piercing that Matt felt a little like an exhibit at the zoo. “And does everyone there have hair like that?” He gestured at Matt’s head.

    Matt ran his fingers self-consciously through his waves. He’d never had the patience for goos and creams like Brandon used, and he tended to go too long between cuts. “California. And yeah, a lot of guys do, I guess.”

    “California! I always wanted to visit there. Can you really pick oranges right off of trees? Do you know any movie stars? Do you lie on the beach all day?”

    “Yes on the oranges but no on the celebrities. And the beaches near me are damn cold.”

    Joseph leaned back in his chair, not even looking over when Violet plopped a glass of milk in front of him and then sailed away. “What’re you doing in the middle of nowhere? And how come you ain’t in uniform?”

    “I’m… passing through. On my way home after a funeral in Omaha. And I’m… I’m disqualified from the military.” Which was true enough, he supposed. In 2012 they might be celebrating the end of“don’t ask, don’t tell,” but back in 1942 he would not have been welcomed into the military, wartime or not.

    Arctic eyes narrowed in confusion, then widened in realization before narrowing again speculatively. “Disqualified, huh?” Joseph said.


    There was a brief pause. Joseph sipped his milk, giving himself a very faint mustache that Matt longed to lick away. Three farmers at a nearby table erupted into hacking laughs at some joke while Violet slammed plates down in front of an older couple who looked like they hadn’t smiled since the previous century.

    “I’m going in next week,” Joseph finally said, very quietly. “Army.”

    Matt’s heart clenched and his gut twisted. Could you puke in a dream? “I guess you have to,” he said.

    “I wanted to get a deferment while I went to college, but Mom and Dad couldn’t afford the tuition and… and here I am. Ready to do my duty. I guess.”

    “You’ll get to travel. See places way more interesting than California.” And bleed your life away onto foreign soil, he didn’t add.

    Time Is Eternity

    Today is the last day to get Dreamspinner’s Time Is Eternity package for $39.99. The price goes up by $10 tomorrow. With the package, you get a new story every day in June–including one of mine, Violet’s Present. If you don’t want to commit to the whole package, my story will be available for individual purchase in late June.
    I’m really pleased with this particular story of mine (she says modestly). It’s angsty and has some 1940s pieces.


    I’m working on a new novel right now and I’m in the middle of a dinner scene. It’s making me hungry. So I decided to write a post about one of my favorite ingredients: Meyer lemons. I had never even heard of Meyer lemons until I moved to California. I guess I just assumed the grocery store kind (which are Eurekas) was the only kind. Happily, I was wrong.

     Meyers are sweeter than Eurekas, with a more complex, almost floral taste. They smell wonderful even before you cut into them. Right now my Meyer tree is blooming, perfuming the entire back yard and even the house.

     I’ve been trying to use up the current crop, so in the past several weeks I’ve made to-die-for lemon pie (4 of them!) as well as lemon pudding cake and lemon cranberry muffins. I’m considering lemon custard ice cream too, if I feel ambitious.

     What are some of your favorite but slightly obscure ingredients?