It's kind of a weird combination, isn't it? The Community Advisory Board of the Women's and Gender Studies Program put on their great fundraising event last night. It's called Yes! I'm a Feminist. I'll give you some pictures of it soon.
Thank you to the many, many folks who made it happen.
As I woke up feeling soaking in yesterday's happy party, I saw that my column has appeared in the City Paper: "Sometimes I Feel as if I'm Failing as a Mother." What a collection of things going on in my life! It made me laugh out loud as I'm sitting here drinking coffee.
So as you read my column, realize that I'm feeling pretty damn good this morning.
Wednesday, February 25, 2015
Wednesday, February 11, 2015
Communicating.
In Audre Lorde's The Cancer Journals (1980), she writes about all kinds of thoughts and analysis. Here's a paragraph that I circled with asterisks:
It's not that I'm panicked, clutching the possibility of death. And it's not that I refuse to consider possibilities, that I'm refusing to experience the thing that am experiencing. I'm a woman with a brain tumor. I've had surgery twice, and I'm now on my second chemotherapy. I've been on radiation. I'm grateful for all of those. And even more so, I'm grateful for the support I've gotten--I've written about that before, for good reason. I'm grateful.
My speaking has brought up a particular set of challenges that I notice much of the time. I wrote about it in the City Paper (came out today--go read). Lorde's writing here is incredible powerful for me. She has the opportunity to say what she needs to say--to be outspoken, thoughtful, challenging the oppression that's everywhere, loving. Your silence will not protect you.
I'm considering putting that somewhere it's visible to me.
So now go read the column.
And here's a random video of Maybelle doing a selfie video.
Ms. Mary Mack--you can watch even with no picture here! from Maybelle on Vimeo.
In becoming forcibly and essentially aware of my mortality, and of what I wished and wanted for my life, however short it might be, priorities and omissions became strongly etched in a merciless light, and what I most regretted were my silences….I was going to die, if not sooner then later, whether or not I had ever spoken myself. My silences had not protected me. Your silence will not protect you.
It's not that I'm panicked, clutching the possibility of death. And it's not that I refuse to consider possibilities, that I'm refusing to experience the thing that am experiencing. I'm a woman with a brain tumor. I've had surgery twice, and I'm now on my second chemotherapy. I've been on radiation. I'm grateful for all of those. And even more so, I'm grateful for the support I've gotten--I've written about that before, for good reason. I'm grateful.
My speaking has brought up a particular set of challenges that I notice much of the time. I wrote about it in the City Paper (came out today--go read). Lorde's writing here is incredible powerful for me. She has the opportunity to say what she needs to say--to be outspoken, thoughtful, challenging the oppression that's everywhere, loving. Your silence will not protect you.
I'm considering putting that somewhere it's visible to me.
So now go read the column.
And here's a random video of Maybelle doing a selfie video.
Ms. Mary Mack--you can watch even with no picture here! from Maybelle on Vimeo.