Showing posts with label life. Show all posts
Showing posts with label life. Show all posts

Monday, April 8, 2019

And now... For something different(TM)

The tortoiseshell that adopted me and my mom had her kitten about two weeks ago!

Weeks before, when she was still pregnant, I dismantled my backyard stove to make a house for her, complete with an old wood plank I used as a carry-around desk for years. I covered it with plastic while the walls were the cinder blocks from my yard stove.

I even put an old wood piece to elevate the basket she slept in as a kitten when she was still invited on our porch. This little hobgoblin decided to move her kitty to rest under my dad's lillies! In the front yard! Mom planted these next to our porch trough.

About three days ago, on a piece of abandoned washcloth and under broad leaves, is my tortie pal's kid! So we looked for a piece of board (the one making the roof for the backyard hut wasn't long enough) that could make a lean-to. The only one I found was too narrow but I lined it with new plastic.

When I looked under the leaves again, the kitten wasn't on the washcloth. After some more digging, my tortoiseshell moved her kitten under the thin plank! You mean to tell me I made you a beautiful hut, complete with concrete block walls and a thicker wood roof for the lean-to under the lillies?

Sunday, July 30, 2017

For My Own Good...

There is an online chat I attend every Sunday at 7:00 PM EST.

Tonight's topic was junior high and I decided, for the betterment of my mental health, to bow out of it as I have many painful memories from that time in my life.

Experiences I'm still processing as a middle-age adult and mining its fodder for my stories and my illustrations.

So, while I won't discuss such matters with people I've chatted with for probably seven years (ancient in social media time!), I would prefer to regurgitate in writing and in art.

Monday, July 24, 2017

This is my life

When people tell me I would make a good fit for other jobs, I stop cold. Despite how I appear and how I carry myself, I wouldn't get involved in a lot of corporate culture or career ladders...

Peers and colleagues assume I would deal well in some management or any kind of 'authority position' but I'm simply an artist at heart.

I've never been the type to show much interests in what I consider other strenuous 'occupational positions'. No matter what, I am happiest when drawing and writing, I don't have the impetus or the drive to do much else. I know in societal terms, this makes me sound incredibly lazy, but, what can I do? This is all I have the strength, the fortitude, and the aptitude to do for the rest of my life.

Though I have the knowledge and skills to do many other things, possibly what may bring me more financial security, I've got to do what I need to in order to succeed in my own way. After all, I'm an artist and a writer.

Sunday, August 19, 2012

'Stacey Hankin' as a little girl (circa 1922)


Yay! Art again! Sheesh... It's not productive OR fun when one's sick for awhile.

Here is my heroine, as a very tall 7 year old in the year 1921. So that puts her birth year in 1914, and the next year (1915) should be an important year North Americans, as well as anyone else who cares about history, should know. That is the year when the film, "Birth of a Nation" was released in theatres.

What is "Birth of a Nation"? Well, controversial is too mild a word to use.
Simply put, based on a bigot's book by the same name, both movie and book claim that the Ku Klux Klan won the South and freed it from the tyranny of blacks, who were demonized in both the book and film.

The author, whose name I will treat as Harry Potter's nemesis, I will not write it here on my blog, became a celebrity and his viewpoints were agreed by other racists across the country.
When Hollywood got wind of the book, instead of letting this dangerous volume remain within pages, decided it made a good film, no matter how disastrous and historically inaccurate it was!

Now, you see a cute picture of my protagonist and wonder why I am such a downer about mentioning this? Simply put, while researching my characters and their background, I began to wonder, what it must have felt like, being Black, or being any kind of minority, and what were the emotions when this film was released?

What terror could many American blacks have felt? What measures could they have taken to protect themselves and their communities? And worse of all, I have learned that the Civil Rights' Movement did not start in the late 50s and early 60s as many of us are taught in History class, but actually, many decades before.

What damage did "Birth of a Nation" do to the Movement? How much did this book and its companion movie set progress back?
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Research this, DON'T use Wikipedia, I implore you, but more legitimate sites to research the author, his book, and the movie.
Maybe the film is even on YouTube, but PLEASE, see for yourself... And ask me why I write this with my character's art.

Tuesday, March 27, 2012

Still here...

Bear with me. I'm still here. Working with editors and some new pieces/articles for other blogs, but don't worry, I still have a file of art to post this week. So, bear with me...

Sunday, August 7, 2011

Books as keystones

Years ago, before I was diagnosed with Hyperthyroidism "Grave's Disease", I had to undergo a series of tests.

At the medical center that had the proper equipment to scan me for goiter, my nervous mother beside me in the waiting room, I currently read "See Jane Win", ground-breaking book by Dr. Sylvia Rimm.
In this brilliantly-written study over a course of 1,000 successful women, Dr. Rimm, who co-wrote the book with her two daughters, also 'Dr.s' in their own right, posed several scenarios that a young girl raised under such conditions becomes successful in life regardless of socio-economic, ethnicity, or even by family education status.
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The more I read, the more I agreed with the cases of 1,000 women. From all walks of life, women who grew to prominence in their chosen path, or a career that became theirs, began as curious girls, often  thirsty for knowledge, versed in certain math- or science-related fields, had taken music lessons, had several interests, hobbies, etc.

Finally, I was called to the reception area, where sat a young woman who shared my ethnicity.
We greeted one another, and after I answered her questions related to my impending examination, she asked me what I was reading.
I explained, quite enthusiastically, what the book was about in a nutshell.
She looked at me and quite dismissively shrugged and said, "Well, I only read books written by Black people."

That stopped me cold. That made me upset. And then infuriated me.

Was she not a woman? Did she not care, as a woman, what MADE a successful woman, and what evidence there was to support the reasons these 1,000 Women became successful?

No, she must've believed that such subject matter or topic could only come from someone Non-Black, and therefore, refuse its wisdom or knowledge.

Now I love many of the Black writers of the past, I love my Black writers now, and I am a Black writer myself.

However, how could she say such a thing?

How could she, in her race-loyal ways, belittle the sum of human knowledge to only reading topics EXCLUSIVE to one race? And if she only reads Black writings, would that be only Black-American, Black-Caribbean, or Blacks from African nations or other overseas places?
And if this is the case, does she read writings from Black professionals, regular Joes, or only those that work in a medical office?

If she is Christian, then she cannot read the Bible, since many of its writers were not 'Nubian'. And she probably does not know that the famous movie about race and the all-consuming fight among Blacks of 'Light vs. Dark' "Imitation of Life", was actually written by Fannie Hurst, a young, Jewish woman?

We learn to be writers by having something to say. But first, we must read widely to have something in our head in order to write.

I hate to think of how little this medical office employee knows, or how limited and narrow is her experience.
Most frightening to think still: she's college educated, or, at least received certification in her field. How did she bypass this prejudiced view when digesting her own textbooks?

We owe it to ourselves as human beings to read widely, to take in as much of human wisdom as is available to us.

It's been seven years since this conversation and it still burns me. I only hope this young woman has grown a little from having such childish views.


*An earlier version of this essay is published on Miami Dade College's online magazine at Reflections Magazine titled Books as keystones

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