There was a question posed to new mothers, “What do you wish you would have been told?”
This was my answer.
Much love and respect to Mai’a Williams and her endless barrage of transformative questions.
Mixed Media and Poetry
Weekend Feminist Bumper Sticker
Poetry on Feminist Catholicism
I wrote a poem about Adam and Eve. Well, more about Eve than Adam.
I don’t believe in the literal interpretation of Genesis. I don’t believe in the apple, the garden, the tree, the temptation, the Fall, or the banishment.
I do believe that oral story telling is a rich part of tradition and somewhere along the way, telling stories began to lose their power of metaphor.
In the literal, vein, however, I wrote this poem and designed a backdrop as I think more about my Catholic faith.
Digital Poetry
Sometimes my passion for photography, art, and poetry collide on Fridays and I make some digital collage with poems on them. Lately, I’ve been ruminating about technology and connection. The way Facebook, Twitter, Blogging, and online communities have brought energy, community, and information to my life.
And, with some unexplained twinge of sadness, I think about how my offline relationships are so scattered because of proximity, time zone differences, and growing up and away.
I watch people wherever I go. On the bus, at a Fish Fry, in New York, at a protest, at church, at a children’s birthday party and wonder if technology has enabled us to share our stories more with the world and less with those in our everyday lives. As my writing grows with disciplined practice and immersion into the internet, I often wonder if there’s a correlation to my growing need for human touch; face to face conversation; body language accessibility, and audible laughter.
Has digital technology enhanced your relationships? Has it changed the way you see people, including strangers on the street? Where do you see us heading with all this media advancement?
Bumper Feminism Stickers
BA lights it up while I can make a bumper sticker about it.
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Patch your car with my new bumper stickers!
Patch These All Over Your Car
Sometimes feminist thoughts put me in an all too serious mood. I’m needing to go back to my roots…my side that is creative, humorous, and loves variety. My writing didn’t always used to be so long-winded.
I’m going to start making bumper stickers for my blog about whatever is on my mind.
Have a saying you want to see into a bumper sticker? Send it my way.
How to Choose your Bush-Throwing Shoe
I’m going to keep promoting this until the 20th and I see some serious shoes flying.
If you’re uncertain as to which shoe to throw, might I suggest a few tips:
1) Pick a shoe you have zero interest in. After all, you may not get it back after you throw it. Have no regrets when you throw it so choose one with which you have minimal emotional attachment.
2) Select a shoe that makes a statement. A stiletto, perhaps, sends a fine message to the world that not only are you crazy enough to wear those things, but you are of a generous heart – willing to forgo your style in the name of dissent. That sharp heel also communicates that you are serious about your throw. The aerodynamics of a stiletto can be lethal.
3) Throw the most grotesque and foul smelling shoe you own. ‘Nuff said.
4) Throw a sneaker with a sock stuffed in it. The extra weight might carry the shoe further in flight, thus resulting in much higher likelihood of hitting target.
5) If you’re still not sure if you’re down with this shoe throwing event, well, I suggest go light. Choose your bunny slippers or whatever you schlep around in when in the privacy of your home. Their light, compact, and even if it hits the target, feels more like a brush of cotton in the face than the regular weight of a snow boot.
Prepare for the throw on 1/20/2009. Spread the word.
Tribute to the Lolas
Tribute to the Lolas
I spent an evening with The Lolas of Lila Pilipina, the surviving comfort women of WWII in the Philippines. An evening of strength and joy, these women danced and sang their hearts out. When the music didn’t come out of the karaoke machine, they danced a capella to, “You are My Sunshine.” It wasn’t that these women survived unfathomable violence, it was that through such darkness came an even deeper joy and intimacy of community.