Sunday, October 26, 2014

about face

Wow, I've been on the go for a while and it has taken a toll.  I went out of town without my family for 3 weekends this fall.  Preparing to leave the kids and hubby behind takes a lot of organization/planning around here.   It's absurd. 

I've been feeling kinda out of sorts for a while and it dawned on me that I hadn't been to church, or done a swim outside of my morning master's class (which isn't relaxing) or read a book for more than 10 minutes for quite some time.  So I decided to fix that problem.  Thursday I went to my hatha yoga class with this beautiful instructor.




On Saturday, after my son's flag football games were over, I did a swim by myself at the pool without setting any timed intervals.  I just swam and it was heavenly.  50 minutes passed by in a flash. Then I took my daughter to see her friend dance in a ballet performance and came home to read a book.  Weekend chores be damned.



We had a beautiful fall hike this morning with some boys and 2 dogs. 


Dragged the teenager to the evening church service with me.  Read a book while dinner was cooking.  It was a great re-boot for my system.  It's refreshing to have weekends like this.

What have you done lately to make yourself feel centered?

Friday, October 24, 2014

lifting each other up


I was looking forward all week to Wednesday night's trip to Virginia Tech to hear a reading by my all time favorite humorist/satirist David Sedaris.  I have all his books, and have read them all multiple times.  I've seen Holidays on Ice at the theater and heard David read twice before.  My husband and I have enjoyed listening to his CDs on car trips (when we were without kids, lots of profanity and inappropriate subject matter!)  So I am a huge fan.  And guess what?  So is a good friend of mine here in town!  (It's not always easy to find fans--he's very outrageous and quite out there.)  So I saw he was coming about two months ago, and I sent a message to L.  10 minutes later she she texted to say she was poised to buy tickets and was I in?  Hell yes!  I love a gal that gets things done.  And little did I know we had box seats!!!


Here's a selfie of us luxuriating in our roomy box seat and a photo I got with my iphone before his "assistant" politely stated, "NO PHOTOGRAPHY".  

Lordy did we laugh.  He read new material, talked about travel and language in Sweden, read some bits from his diary, and did his standard Q&A.  And then he plugged the hell out of a book.  And it wasn't his book.  It was one by Ann Patchett:  This is the Story of a Happy Marriage.


He gushed over this book for quite some time, encouraged us to buy it for Christmas presents, and shared with us his secret tips on reading a book before giving it as a gift.  Or just giving it and then taking it home with you in your suitcase.  He talked about her CRAFT with the greatest of admiration, which lead on to a discussion about writing in general, some funny and some serious.  He is a writer who respects masters of the writing tradition, and isn't above sharing fine examples of the best of the best.  I've read a few of her books before and now have this collection of essays on hold at the library.  There's an NPR piece with a reading of the title essay over here just waiting for you to listen to if you have the time.

When I was going to bed that night, I was thinking about when earlier in the day I had been watching some interview clips of Glennon from Momastery talking about the 5 habits of strong women.  (Glennon's videos can be viewed here).  The last one I watched on Wednesday was about women who make it a regular practice to lift other women up rather than tear them down.  She calls it a "practice of abundance".  She dismantles to concept of envy/jealousy by turning it away from the idea of "scarcity" to the idea of "abundance".  She used an example of her own writing and how she can feel extremely jealous of other people's success in the writing world, and in turn feel bad about herself.  She goes on and on in Glennon-style, but ends with the concept of raising people up out of a place of wisdom rather than tearing others down from a place of insecurity.  Success in the writing world is not finite.  For Glennon to praise another woman's writing does not limit her chances at creating something just as brilliant.  And of course this spills over to other things in life, but that's a whole other interview. 

So where was I going with this?  Oh yes.  David Sedaris did this EXACT SAME THING.  He lifted up a contemporary writer.  Just because he heaped praise on the skill and talent of Ann Patchett doesn't minimize his own.  He has overcome jealousy and responded with grace and praise.  And urging us to buy her book (from her independent book store in Nashville, please) doesn't mean he will take a cut in the publishing world.  It was just a beautiful reminder that this is a powerful choice all people can make.  So yay for you David Sedaris for perfectly exemplifying one of the 5 qualities of successful women, according to Glennon Doyle.  I know Hugh would be proud.

Sunday, October 5, 2014

to forgive or not to forgive

We read The Maytrees by Annie Dillard for last month's book club--a challenging and hypnotic read.  I passed it on to a good friend's mother who is an avid reader.  I've lost my chance to go back and pick out parts of the text that I highlighted, but I did find some notes with words for which I had to use the dictionary:  "tatterdemalion", "pauciloquy", "epistomeliac".  Have you ever read any Dillard?  Pilgrim at Tinker Creek or The Writing Life?  She is a lover of rare words.  They are sprinkled into spare prose like hot peppers into a plain soup. 



The Maytrees is a meditation of love set on Cape Cod with an assortment of eccentric characters.  Lou and Toby, bohemian painter/poets, fall quickly, madly in love, but as it turns out, Toby does this quite often.  At age 42, after the birth of his son, he leaves his wife for another woman.    Lou falls apart and gets it back together by making daily treks to Pilgrim Monument.  Her son grows up to be a fisherman.  Toby's wife, Deary, is on her death bed when he asks if he can move back in with Lou.  She invites them to come live with her.  Under these extraordinary circumstances, Lou and Toby find their way back to each other.  Love, birth, loss, and two beautifully told death scenes are bound together by the theme of forgiveness. 

Right before I started reading this book, I was sitting in church listening to a sermon on forgiveness.  This does not come easy to me.  While I am able to forgive little daily trespasses (I have a teenager for crying out loud), I can not forgive the big things.  The Rector asked us to consider letting go of hurt and anger and forgiving someone who had done us harm in the past.  I mentally checked out and did a grocery list.  "Not gonna happen."  My husband is always amazed (appalled??) that I remember every little insult/hurt/slight/comment over the course of my life.  He likes to point out some are imagined.  But the big ones aren't, and I will never forgive certain things that have happened to me.  I am not proud of this at all.

So when I started reading this book it was hard for me to imagine how Lou would welcome home her husband after he ran off with another woman.  Usually when I read a novel I like to imagine what I would do in certain situations.  How would I have responded to this?  The fact that his wife (for whom he had callously thrown over for a mutual friend) allowed him to bring Deary to her home to die really made me think hard about the way forgiveness can be freeing.  Not that I think I would be capable of doing that, but that it speaks to the power of how we heal. 

Monday, September 29, 2014

things i have learned since becoming a Southern transplant

Well, I have been meaning to write about the most amazing book I have read in a long time:  The Maytrees by Annie Dillard. 


It was intense and thought provoking.  Despite discussing it in depth last week, I find myself still pondering the story and the characters.  It's a beautifully poetic book that explores the theme of forgiveness.  Will get on that post soon, but for now, a little procrastination while I ruminate a few more days.  I found myself trying to explain how to use the expression in #10 to someone the other day, and felt like I had learned a thing or two since we moved here 14 years ago.

Things I Have Learned Since I Became A Southern Lady

1.  Teach your children to say yes ma'am and no sir.  Even if they don't address you that way, they need to address adults and teachers as such, lest people think you are raising barbarians.
2.  Always have a go to casserole recipe on hand (or in freezer).  My signature casserole is a spinach-chicken-pasta bake.  It has a high calorie secret ingredient which makes it popular.  I end up delivering one at least once a month.  There are always people going through a divorce, an illness, tending to an aging parent or sick child, etc.  I know my friends have signature ones as well, because I have seen repeats when my mother died and I was going through thyroid cancer.  God bless the chicken enchilada casserole.
3.  Join a club:  PTA, Garden, Book, Supper, Board of Directors, or whatever floats your boat.  Cultivate a community. 
4.  Take care of your front porch.  Have a seasonal presentation.  Right now it's the mums and pumpkins but I make mine unique by painting them odd colors--the pots and the pumpkins.
5.  Never go out in your pajamas--even if it is to drive the kids to school or get a gallon of milk from the store.  SOMEONE always sees you.  Or your kid is late and you have to walk into school in polka dot pj's to sign him or her in and collect the tardy slip.  And then they think you are a sloth or a drunk or a nut job.
6.  Go to church.  Enough said.
7.  Be a good neighbor.
8.  Always plan your parties with your guests' preferences in mind.  For example, I have a friend who is a g&t fellow.  I once made the mistake of not having tonic water on hand when he was over.  That will NEVER happen again.  Plus the limes.  Never forget the limes when you host a party.  Or the post-party bourbon for late night stragglers.
9.  RVSP and always write a thank you note.
10.  Employ the expression, "bless her heart" when you are talking about someone else in a less than flattering light.
and finally, embrace the Mint Julep in the springtime. 

Friday, September 12, 2014

round the world blog hop

The lovely Elizabeth at Bottle Branch has very kindly invited me to take part in this "Round The World Blog hop".  A former writer over at the defunct Manners For Modern Mothers, Elizabeth now has a blog devoted to her artistic/creative endeavors. 

Once I won this pretty silk screened tea towel in a giveaway on her blog, which I have in our guest bathroom. She does a lot of needlework too, and her blog is very interesting to read, even if you don't needlepoint!  She seems to have loads of wonderful, creative projects to do with kids.  Plus she is a great photographer.  So how could I ignore her invitation?

While my blog isn't a blog devoted to one craft pursuit, I sometimes talk about my crafty projects, so I will take her up on the offer to have this chance to introduce myself to you, following the blog hop format. 

linen silk screened towel 


Where I Have Lived/Lived

I grew up in Miami, Florida, in a little community called Miami Lakes.  My father was transferred to Ohio when I was a teenager, so I feel like my roots are Midwestern.  Some of my best friends are those girls I went to high school with.  I went to school in the Midwest as well and then moved to Washington D.C. for a few years.  Then it was off to Charlottesville, VA and then Seattle, WA.  I was married at the Asian Art Museum in Seattle, just blocks from my condo.  I also gave birth to my first child within walking distance of our condo, so a big part of my heart is still in Seattle. 


pulled this out of a frame--on the steps of the museum
 


We moved to Virginia when she was a baby, and we love it here in our little city.  My husband's job is based out of Connecticut so we could truly live wherever we wanted to, but we choose to stay.  After 14 years our roots are deep here y'all!  Eventually I want to live near a beach, but there's a lot of living to do before then.

What I am Working On

When I do get involved in crafting, it's usually with furniture.  I love to paint furniture.  In almost every room of my house there is something that I have painted.  I have a pale green dresser and desk chair in my bedroom, a yellow side board in my kitchen, a French blue dining room table and multi-colored china cabinet  in our family room, a blue dresser in my son's room and a white armoir with designs and white desk in my daughter's room


dining room table, post dinner party (color is different in real life)
 
I tend to eschew trends (like the chalkpaint thing that is going on right now) and just apply color and lots of polyurethane.  I always replace knobs or pulls with funky ones.  I have "distressed" furniture before, but usually the things I paint are not in great shape or of high quality so they end up looking somewhat distressed on their own accord!  If I had a dream house to furnish, it would be a beach house because I am madly in love with the shabby chic style of light colored (whites/blues) furniture.  This store in Wilmington, NC is my favorite place to wander and admire gorgeous pieces of painted furniture. 



Why I Write/Create

I enjoy writing as a form of reflection and relaxation.  I blog because it gets me focused and helps me process things.  I also enjoy journaling and letter writing.  I am going to get the children's book idea out of my head and onto this computer this fall if it kills me.  I used to write a regular column for our neighborhood paper, but now I contribute every now and then.  This September I wrote an article about Thyroid Cancer Awareness Week.  It's on page 10 if you want to take a peek.  It's no prize winning piece of journalism.  I can't imagine ignoring the words and thoughts in my head--they need to exit onto paper or a keyboard.  It's a satisfying experience.  I do envy those people whose writing skills and creative gifts are such that they make it their livelihood. 

My Creative Process

I love to create things because when I am working on a project, I get into a zone.  All the crazy chatter that goes on in my head most of the time shuts up.  I have a lot of chatter.  I love the process of turning something ordinary into something extraordinary, even if it is only extraordinary in my own eyes.  I need to get into a quiet zone at least once a day.  I love swimming and running for this reason.  I put my body on autopilot and it frees my mind.  The longer, the better.  I guess that is why I enjoy doing things like swimming 4.4 miles across a body of water.  I have two 3 mile open water swims and a half marathon on my calendar this fall, and I couldn't be happier.  When I was a classroom teacher, I would usually leave right after school and go for a run.  By the time I finished the run, I had all my lesson plans completed for the next day.  I get a lot of thinking done when I exercise!  But I don't need to sweat to relax.  I also enjoy slipping into a book, hence the blog centered around books.  At any given time I have 3 books on my bedside table that I am reading at the same time.  It's a terrible habit, but I have stopped trying to cure myself of it.  So I guess this paragraph is less about a process, per se, and more about a state of mind in which creativity can flow.


great summer memory with my girl
 
 
I would like to invite 3 neighborhood bloggers to take a turn putting their own unique spin on this:  The Closet Coach, Fraught, and Life Under the Bigtop Too.  While they don't have blogs devoted to a particular craft either, these ladies are all creative, interesting, smart and funny.  I would love to read about why they blog and their creative process.  And I believe readers will benefit from learning about their vast knowledge of fashion, urban planning/re-visioning, and city chicken farming.  One has been rather scarce of late, perhaps this will inspire her to blog again?  Yes, I am selfish that way!  Cheers ladies!

Wednesday, September 3, 2014

back to school!

Ahh, to start school after Labor Day.  Would that it were so.  We started school on the very uncivilized date of August 18.  The poor darlings had quite a shock to their systems.  We are now in week 3 and it feels like we have finally found our groove.  This is the first time I haven't been in a classroom since 1993 in some form or another, and it is MOST WELCOME.

A lot has changed in education over the past 2 decades.  I was remembering my first year of classroom teaching, way back in the olden days of 1993.  I had sophomore English and the only thing I was required to teach was Mythology and Othello.  That's it.  No standards of learning, no curriculum frameworks, no standardized testing.  I was able to team teach for 3 years with a history teacher and we created all our own integrated curriculum.  Two other teachers and I started a creative writing class!  The last year I was in the high school (Washington state), they introduced a standardized writing test that I proctored.  We coached the kids on the essay structure beforehand and it wasn't a big deal.  Fast forward to 2012 when I was working part-time doing reading remediation and given a reading program that I was required to follow, completely scripted and paced.  I actually didn't even have my own manuals or books.  I had to borrow them from the coordinator.  I lost my room when there was formal testing (formative assessments) and SOLs and had to relocate in the library.  It did me in.  I miss the kids already, and the many great, dedicated teachers at the school, but not the system.  It was a great gig for the time I had it.  The principal was a strong advocate for the students who were not meeting benchmarks and gave me a good deal of autonomy, but in the end my students didn't pass the SOLs, despite making individual reading progress, and it depressed me.

Luckily I have a few students I am going to be tutoring, and I joined a Board of Directors committed to starting an early literacy program, so I am still involved in my passion.  I also have some wiggle room to try a project with a photographer friend.  So lately I like to say I am "regrouping".  I am doing yoga on Thursday mornings, swiffering, volunteering at my son's school doing running club and Healthy Happy Cooks, swiffering, walking the dog, swiffering, catching up on our monstrous medical bill/paperwork/filing (never again will we do a high-deductible plan), carpooling, getting ready for two 5K open water swims, driving daughter to Charlottesville on Sundays for lacrosse (that's 6.5 hours every week), and, yes,  swiffering some more.  Honestly, I hadn't seen that Swiffer in years!  It had collected dust in the basement!  The Swiffer itself needed swiffering!  Maybe I'll get the cobwebs in the ceiling corners next week.  Clean out the dead stink bugs in the lamps.  Exciting stuff.  This all may seem lovely and nice, and it is, but I will add that my husband is out of town every week through November.  So there is some stress there.  He has left me alone with a teenager whose personality tends to clash with mine quite frequently.  Here is the lovely darling at breakfast, headphones on, of course. 



please don't converse with her in the am

Jack is back for his last year in the magnet school he has been attending since 3rd grade.  It is a good fit for him.  He has an adorable new teacher this year, one whom he described as "old".  When I brought cupcakes to his class for his birthday, I met this "old" lady and she is definitely 10 years younger than I.  She seems to have a sparkle that all good teachers who like what they are doing have. At his school he is encouraged to pursue interests and read on topics he chooses.  Of course he chooses weird/crackpot topics such as The War of Northern Aggression, but whatever.  He gets to take Spanish and this year a Strings music program.  He has a great principal and a librarian who actually likes books and children.  It's all good.  I will worry about him when we throw him into the sea of mediocrity that we call our public middle school, but he is looking forward to being back with all his neighborhood buddies and actually told me he wants to run cross country and join a club.  Shocking.  He's becoming mature!  Hopefully he will find his way without too much angst.  Sophie never liked middle school, but then again, who does?

 As a sophomore, Sophie seems much comfortable with her studies this year.  Last year was her indoctrination into The Roanoke Valley Governor's School and it was incredibly stressful (for everyone!!).  This year she isn't have any trouble with her math class, likes chemistry and hasn't complained once yet about engineering.  Fingers crossed this continues.  She has an amazing cross country coach, some top notch teachers, and a great lax coach too.  Her school is so diverse, and she doesn't blink an eye at some of the characters who populate the halls.  I certainly didn't have any "emo kids" or a transgender student or a pregnant student in my classes.  Good for her.  I couldn't be more pleased about her high school experience thus far.

 I think back on what I did in high school and the classes I took (never made it to Physics, which she took last year), and it puts me to shame!  I researched things at the library using a dewey decimal system.  I read books and wrote essays on lined paper with a pen and used words like "epitomize" over and over again.  I don't think I ever did a science fair project--she has been doing them since 6th grade.  Now at the Gov School they are fancy and called "Project Forum" and a huge deal.  I took the SAT once, with no prep course, and applied to just 3 schools without much thought.  How things change.

Well, that's all our news on the school homefront.  Off to a good start across the board.  I hope yours is too.

Monday, August 25, 2014

back to school humor

I don't think you had to be school-aged in the 70's to appreciate this hysterical comparison about going back to school between "then" and "now".