Letter to the McClatchy Corporation owned Tacoma News Tribune, I sent today after their continued refusal to honor my multiple opt out requests and requests to come pick up their litter..
This will not stop until they are forced to send these by US Postal mail as an ethical advertiser should do. (and where an opt out actually works)
I have contacted you 3, THREE times over the last 2 1/2 weeks, have been waiting approximately 17, SEVENTEEN days for you to come pick up the trash you threw in front of my house.
I have opted out using your bogus process 6, SIX times, and I still have your litter being thrown in front of my house.
I have opened up new complaints with the Better Business Bureau and the State Attorney General.
You need to stop this rampant litter of our streets and neighborhoods.
It is bad for the environment, is a slip and fall hazard and leaves homes more vulnerable to breakins when the trash you throw (which no one should have to pick up and the elderly and disabled can’t) piles up in front of our homes.
Your opt out process is bogus, it doesn’t work and we shouldn’t have to opt out of litter in the first place.
In case your contract carriers who chuck these out of the widows of moving vehicles are unclear as to what these look like, here’s a photo of the one currently rotting in the gutter in front of my house.
This photo was taken by an outraged citizen only 45 minutes ago.
While I don’t normally do “resolutions” (and if I do, I usually do them at the begging of the “Celtic” New year at Samhain in early November), I am ready to kick 2014 to the curb and look forward to 2015 being a new and awesome year.
2014 seems to have been a year filled with more challenge, tragedy, illness, death and trauma for just about everyone I know than any years in recent memory. (as I write this, one of you is in surgery having a large, rare and malignant tumor removed from around your iliac vein and artery and another also with cancer is planning your own memorial)
Without offering up platitudes which those who are still struggling/grieving may not appreciate, I will just say that for me, that pesky phoenix metaphor holds true. While just about every area of my life went up in flames (all at once) last year and it seemed overwhelming for a time, it is allowing me a fresh start on a lot of levels.
I enter 2015 in a much better place career wise-I love my job and have benefits again. Small business, which contributes to society in a meaningful way seems to be my sweet spot between working for a soulless corporation for benefits and working for a non-profit with no competent leadership and no benefits.
While I’m pretty sure the debacle with the scummy mortgage servicer took a year or so off of my life, I ended up in a better position in a modified mortgage which has left me with a 1.25% decrease in interest rate and a 25% decrease in monthly payment.
While I very much appreciate (you’ll never how much that meant to me) those of you who offered to help, it was something I needed to do on my own and the end result was much better than if I had accepted help and tried to deal with the status quo. It also helped me learn to navigate a corrupt system that is designed to victimize hard working people and reward the worst of the worst 1%. I am using that knowledge to write a guide to help others who are in the same situation. I have already been able to use my experience to advise others.
I extricated myself from a “relationship” which made me feel bad about myself every single day (and Yikes! Did I ever wait far too long). While I still have work to do on myself and my habit of putting my own wants/needs/self-esteem aside in favor of others’ I feel that I am stronger for it and can only hope that moving forward, I am able to make healthier choices for myself.
So yeah, I’m still decompressing from it all, but looking forward, things look pretty darn good. I managed to “rise from the ashes” once again and sooner or later the scent of singed tail feathers will dissipate.
I plan on filling my life with more friendship, love, hiking, cycling, running, backpacking, music, art and dance.
I wish all of you a happy, healthy, 2015!
I put together my annual year end slide show, which those of you not on Facebook haven’t seen yet.
It just goes to show you that 2014 had a lot of high points despite the challenges, and most of them involved you, my friends and chosen family (a lot of you are in it)
I’m still waiting on proofs from the book; I ordered a bit too close to the holiday rush. I will let you know as soon as they are ready.
New Years Eve – First Night!
Don’t forget First Night on New Year’s eve. The forecast is for clear and no snow so once the indoor venues close at 11:30 and everyone moves to the square for our fiery countdown to midnight, it will be comfortable (if you’re dressed warmly, unlike we performers)
My fire siren friends and I will be in the parade with our LED toys as well as in the fire spectacle at midnight. It’s going to be awesome this year!
An article on first night was just posted in last Friday’s Trib
Many (far too many this year) are spending their first holiday without a parent, loved one, beloved pet or child who has passed from this earth (losing a child to an early, unfair death or suicide… I can’t even imagine)
I was reading a Facebook post of a friend of mine today who asked if she was the only one who felt melancholy at this time of year.
She mentioned that she wished she had known as a child how precious those holidays with family were despite the fact that even though they were Jewish, they gathered at Christmas when they were free from work and school obligations and spent quality time together.
As many of us are wont to say, “Hug your loved ones; tell them that you love them, for you never know when it will be the very last time.”
Truer words were never spoken.
I do my best to distract myself from the fact that I have no immediate family (I do have some cousins in other states) and that due to my own abusive, dysfunctional, upbringing in an alcoholic household, I have been unable, as an adult to form a lasting functional romantic relationship/partnership (Wow, do I ever “pick wrong”)
I host holiday gatherings with chosen family (which in cases of severe dysfunction, neglect or abuse can be preferable to and healthier/safer than blood family)
I try to make sure that anyone who finds themselves alone at this often emotionally challenging time of year for whatever reason, knows that they have somewhere to go.
I cook, bake, decorate, send out cards and letters and try to give back to my community.
But in the end, there is still, always, that sense of aloneness, of being different-not in that cool, quirky, creative way, but in that “there is something wrong with me kind of way”.
Tonight, I will be cooking a holiday feast for friends/chosen from all walks of life, relationship statuses and faiths (or lack thereof)
I am going to hug them and let them know that I love and appreciate them, because we never know what someone else may be going through inside and because we never know when it will be the last time we have the chance.
I encourage everyone to do the same.
And just to end this rather serious reflection on a positive note, I offer up one of my favorite, past Christmas experiences.
“One Perfect Christmas Moment in Tacoma”
Sometimes when we least expect it, something amazing and profound hits us out of the blue, more often than not, it comes from a source that we least expect.
I am one of “those people” who prefers to use the words “Happy Holidays” to greet people during the winter holiday season in order to respect and acknowledge the fact that the season is shared by many faiths and traditions. It’s not a “war on Christmas”, it’s merely being inclusive and respectful.
I am not a Christian, but I do celebrate Christmas as a holiday of shared seasonal traditions. I celebrate it as a season of light, hope and ideally, peace on earth. To me, rebirth and renewal is a universal concept.
One Christmas morning, many years ago whilst living in Tacoma’s Stadium District, I walked to my neighborhood corner market to pick up something for a celebration that I was going to attend later in the day. The weather was beautiful, the air was crisp and clean, and I was still enjoying fond memories of a celebration with good friends the night before.
As I looked out on to the deep blue waters of Commencement Bay, I also contemplated all the stress and depression that many people feel at this time of year, and how truly sad that is. I thought of all the pressure that our society puts on people to be happy and have the “perfect” holiday, and how many end up disappointed and frustrated. I thought of those who have lost loved ones, and for whom this time of year brings only painful memories of loss.; and as I watched a homeless man digging in the trash, I thought sadly of those who don’t even have a home and a hot meal. It seemed so wrong to me that a season that is supposed to be about happiness and joy brings stress, depression and sadness to so many. I was feeling pretty darn jaded.
I was distracted from my train of thought when I stopped to chat with a friend from work at the little coffee shop on the corner, and was then greeted by familiar faces and smiles at our little neighborhood market. I made my purchases and began my walk back home, my mind drifting back to the sadness I was thinking about earlier..
And then, I heard it on the air.
At first it was faint and distant; then it began go gain strength and seemed to be coming from all around me.
Music, bells, magic.
Stadium is an historic neighborhood where most of the buildings are at least 100 years old. It contains several beautiful old churches.
Resounding across the waters of Commencement Bay, the castle that is now Stadium High School and the old brick buildings filled with history, was “Gloria, In Excelious Deo…” coming from real bells in an old church (I don’t know which one) that has an organ controlling the bells. Next I heard, “Joy to the World” and was reminded that this indeed is a season of hope for many traditions.
I stopped walking and just stood there to listen, appreciate the world around me and experience something that was very powerful. It was then that I noticed other people stopped on the streets, also mesmerized by the magical sounds. They came out of their businesses and homes to sit on the stoops and listen, some even pulled their cars to the side of the road and turned off their engines. Everyone, regardless of their religious upbringing, traditions or even current life circumstances was smiling in shared joy for the beauty in the air surrounding us. Most of us did not know nor had even seen each other before that moment; yet we felt an undeniable connection of the spirit.
For one brief moment, the world stood still, filled with peace, love and joy.
It doesn’t matter which church, religion, tradition or building that joyful sound came from. There are certain messages in this world that are universal.
If only we could all share more moments like the one I experienced Christmas morning in a tiny Tacoma neighborhood.
In place of my annual Black Friday rant about corporate greed, bad behavior and misplaced priorities, which now extends to Thanksgiving Day, I’m going to take a more positive route and talk about why I, and many others feel so strongly about this holiday.
While we all know that the story we were taught in school about the friendly pilgrims and indigenous peoples isn’t how the first Thanksgiving really went down, it doesn’t mean that it’s not worth celebrating.
OK, this clip from the Addams Family movie isn’t accurate either, it’s hilarious and I just love to watch it every year.
All kidding aside, the ideas behind Thanksgiving, gratitude and sharing are pretty darn awesome.
Oh yeah… and FOOD! Who doesn’t like food?
But what about that first thanksgiving and should we really be playing into it?
When asked if she considers Thanksgiving a positive thing, she replied, “As a concept, a heartfelt Thanksgiving is very important to me as a person. It’s important that we give thanks. For me, it’s a state of being. You want to live in a state of thanksgiving, meaning that you use the creativity that the Creator gave you. You use your talents. You find out what those are and you cultivate them and that gives thanks in action.“
And yes, she celebrates it.
Thanksgiving, unlike less secular holidays doesn’t bring up a bunch of religious debate. There’s no “war on Thanksgiving” (see comments from a descendant of those who were there above) there’s no requirement to go into debt and spend stupid amounts of money on items people don’t need in order to impress the neighbors.
We all eat, and sharing a meal makes it even better. Thanksgiving meals need not be expensive. If you like traditional fare, turkey is actually pretty cheap as are the side dishes. (and if you’re against turkey genocide, there’s tofurkey)
The focus on family, friends and gratitude it what draws me to this holiday.
It is far too easy to get caught up in the sadness, stress and challenges of our daily lives and the world beyond.
It is far too easy to forget what is good in our lives.
It is far too easy to forget to tell people how much they mean to us.
Thanksgiving is a chance to remember and celebrate the good.
We all have our own memories of the Thanksgivings we celebrated growing up. Oddly enough, in the dysfunctional house I grew up in, holidays were actually happy and not stressful unlike most of the rest of the year.
Thanksgiving in the early 70’s involved laying around after eating too much and watching the Twilight Zone Marathon. (you millennials can google that if you need to) It also involved me getting a few sips of champagne and getting yelled at for putting the olives on my fingers. I remember learning how to make the lead crystal glasses “sing” by dipping my finger in water and running it along the rim. I have those glasses (I still stick olives on my fingers too)
To this day, it still involves tuning in to a local radio station at noon to listen to Alice’s Restaurant.
and it wouldn’t be Thanksgiving without revisiting the now classic WKRP in Cincinnati “Turkey Drop”
As we grow older, move away from or lose our families, we begin to create our own traditions.
An increasingly popular trend is “Friendsgiving” either before, after or on the actual date. I have hosted my “Day After Thanksgiving Feast/Anti Black Friday Protest” for the last twelve years. I love doing it on Friday so more people can come. It also gives me the day of to “party hop” at other people’s events.
It is a commonly held belief that the expression of gratitude can boost one’s mood and outlook on life. That’s a good thing, especially up here in the cold, dark Pacific Northwest where seasonal affective disorder begins to manifest at this time of year.
For me, cooking a meal and sharing it with friends and chosen family is a show of gratitude for them being in my life, it’s a small way to give back. It’s a positive, happy thing; don’t we all need a bit more of that in our lives?
I am sad for those who are disenfranchised, discriminated against and have no hope for justice.
I am sad for those who lack the compassion to understand the realities of people with other life circumstances.
I am sad for those who live in fear.
I am sad for those who choose to hate.
I am sad for those communities who are now labeled “those people who bring it on themselves” because outside agitators, anarchists and others looking for an excuse to commit violent and criminal acts used their tragedy to do so.
I am sad for public servants whose profession has been tainted and whose jobs have become much more dangerous due the actions of those who use the job to have power over rather than serve others.
I am sad for local businesses and hardworking people who have suffered damage and loss.
I am sad for the families, friends and loved ones of those who have been hurt and killed.
I am sad that I am seen by some as the enemy.
I am sad that I am not likely to see a post racial United States in my lifetime.
I am sad that this, is the legacy we are passing on to our children 50 years after the Civil Rights Act was enacted.
“Postcards from the Mountain” is a collection of photographs of and poetry inspired by the Cascade and Olympic Mountains in the Great Pacific Northwest created by Tacoma writer and photographer L. Lisa Lawrence
Much of the book is centered around Mt Rainier also known as: Tahoma, Tacobeh, Pooskaus, Tacoma and Ti’ Swaq.
The book will be available in soft and hard cover (image wrap; no dust cover) versions. It contains 31 pages of photographs and poetry.
You can pre-order the book in either format, with shipping or local pickup.
You may also support a print run of the book and the purchase of an IBSN number so that it can be sold by Amazon by purchasing a ticket to the book release party which will be held on Friday, January 16th (Tacoma location to be determined) which is enough past the holidays that scheduling should not be problematic.
If you are not local/unable to attend the book release party, but want to donate to support the print run and IBSN number, you can donate in $10 increments (you can choose whatever quantity you like) from the drop down menu below.
I hope you enjoy the visual and literary journey through this magical part of the world.
Since Jackie is super awesome (and I know where she lives) I was able to swing by and grab mine after work instead of waiting for the reading on Monday. I am not known for my patience when I’m excited about something.
For those who don’t know what Creative Colloquy is, it is described as a “submission based literary site”. It’s so much more than that. It has become a community resource for writers of all genres. It is a gathering, support, laughter, tears, food & beverage. Most of all, it is community.
On the final Monday of each month writers and lovers of all things literary gather at B Sharp Coffee House in Opera Alley for readings by featured authors followed by an Open Mic.
I was excited to have my piece, “Covert Operation Calico” which I read at the May Creative Colloquy event included in the book since there were so many submissions.
This particular piece means a great deal to me, as the true story involved my dear friend, the late Houston S Wimberly III who sadly, passed from this world, far too soon just over two years ago. Having this story published is a bit of a tribute to him and our friendship.
There are 26 writers included in what promises to be the first in a highly successful series. You’ll laugh, you’ll cry, and in the case of at least one of the stories, you’ll wonder if the statue of limitations has run out.
But don’t take my word for it.
Stop by B Sharp Coffee House 706 Opera Alley in Tacoma on Monday, November 24th at 7:00 PM (you might want to get there early as it’s expected to be a full house) for a reading, to meet the authors and pick up a book. This signing is going to be a bit like a yearbook signing.
Oh, and for my friends who were waiting for a book announcement, this is one of two.
I’m hoping to have my book, “Postcards from the Mountain” ready to go to print at the end of this month. It will contain photographs and a collection of poetry written for the “August Poetry Postcard Project” and inspired by the Cascades and Olympics.