Friday, August 15, 2014

"You're only given a little spark of madness. You mustn't lose it." ~ Robin Williams

On Monday, August 11, 2014, Robin Williams committed suicide. He was depressed and he hanged himself. Sadly, 10 or 20 years from now most people won't remember his genius, a comedian and actor that entertained us and made us laugh. I remember watching Mrs. Doubtfire and Hook with my kids. They loved him. Perhaps the most disturbing aspect of his death for people like me that suffer from depression is that if someone as talented and successful as Robin Williams, an individual that seemingly had it all, could take his own life, check out of this world forever, what are we to make of it, the rest of us? We can either see our own lives as devoid and useless or we can observe that even people like Mr. Williams suffer as we do, and if anything, his tragic departure can become a learning moment by bringing the issue of depression to the forefront so that other people might understand that it's never as simple or as easy to merely "snap out of it."



What my depression felt like

Depression is a funny thing: it doesn't throw itself in front of you; rather, it creeps up...slowly. At first, you're still waking up every morning, making coffee, feeding the cats, bringing in the newspaper; doing all your normal routine things. But then you begin to notice that your To Do list is getting longer and you're doing less and less each dayeven simple things like responding to an email or making a phone call becomes difficult. Smiling and trying to make small talk is hard. Eventually you stop answering the phone altogether because it's easier to listen to the messages on the machine than to deal with actually speaking to someone.

You stop going outside. You know you..should..get..up, but it all seems like such an effort. All the things you used to enjoy cease because you have no joy. You become frustrated because you can't muster the strength to do the things you do
you're a writer and you can't write; you're a photographer, but sunsets and colors that used to arouse great passion in you leave you cold and unfeeling. You feel empty inside, and even though you hate the way you feel and you berate yourself and tell yourself to just snap out of it, the worse you feel.

Pretty soon you're not doing much of anything anymore. You're lucky if the day passes and you've even made an attempt at completing something on your list. At night you faux sleep. Your dreams are filled with struggles. You start taking naps in the afternoon because you're tired from fitful sleep at night, but also because sleep offers a brief respite from thinking about how depressed you are; of thinking about death. Everything feels a little surreal. Reading a book or even changing the TV channel with the remote takes too much effort. Sure, there are moments when you don't feel so bad; "maybe I'll do some writing today or set up my tripod at dusk and shoot the moon," you ponder, but then the dark cloud descends and you are right back there, feeling heavy and sluggish and blah and wondering if you'll ever be happy again...ever.

Sunday, June 15, 2014

A Photographic Study of a Selfie-Obsessed Senior


Why does a 55-year-old woman take selfies? Standing barefoot and alone in front of the bathroom mirror holding her smart phone in one hand, turning it this way and that way, searching for that one angle that will best reflect her good side? Does she seriously even have a good side anymore? And if she raises her arm strategically high above her head and looks slightly to the left to give the appearance that this is totally NOT staged, she can avoid that awful double chinage that sometimes shows up in pictures that other people take of her.


If she pulls her hairwhich she has grown out long again perhaps as a means of holding on to a memory of her youthshe can poof it up on both sides of her face like Stevie Nicks and hide those telltale, age-revealing crow’s feet. She can take an arty shot of her eye, loose strands of hair falling around it...that's always fun, or how about a cropped shot of her Ray Ban’s for a little extra ultra-coolness? Then, when the selfie session is over and she flips back through the images, she has the ability to add hipsteresque filters with names like willow and toaster and sutro and Kelvin and Sierra and X-Pro II that enhance details, change the lighting, intensify, color or soften the lines in a multitude of ways—all designed to make her look younger and trendier, and perhaps somehow make others believe that she is still relevant as an older woman living within a society that says otherwise?

The reality is she is no longer thin and wrinkle-free and twenty two. She is a senior citizen now and sadly, despite a lifetime of adventures & experiences and knowledge; years of growing up & changing & creating & learning; of finally reaching a point of mostly figuring it all out, no matter what she does; no matter how many selfies she takes, I-N-V-I-S-I-B-L-E...is what she has become.

Tuesday, February 11, 2014

In Dreams...

11 February 2014


For the first few years, I never once had a dream about him, although I wanted to very much. And then, over the years, he’d show up every now and then, not really as a person, but more like a feeling, or a comforting presence beside me that I somehow just knew was him. It wasn’t until recently that my brain has been able to conjure him up fully; to allow me to see him, hear his voice, interact with him in a dream. Usually, it happens around the 11th of February, the day he died 7 years ago; today. So of course, this morning I didn’t want it to end; this dream. I wanted to hang out with him just a little bit longer, but he smiled his dad smile, gave me a quick hug and said the words that I miss hearing so much, “I love you Sharleen,” and then I am awake.


Miss you dad, still.

Sunday, January 26, 2014

GladEye Press Launch & Other Things Worth Mentioning


26 January 2014


I confess. I have been quite remiss. Not that anyone may have noticed, mind you, but I have not posted a new blog entry since around March of 2013, and now here it is nearly March of 2014. Indeed, a lot has been happening in my life. Things changed dramatically in September when my husband was laid off from his job of 13 years. The company brought in some "change agent" knucklehead CEO who decided they no longer needed to publish books. He eliminated the entire book department. Long story short, he received a fairly reasonable severance package and we cashed in his 401K. Because his job was not easily replaceable (according to the employment office) he has been able to draw unemployment while we're starting up the business, which I'll tell you about later, and he doesn't have to report any earnings (not that there are any yet) or look for another job. So that was the impetus for moving forward on the business--neither of us is employed and nobody wants to hire you if you're over 50.


So there was that. Then, my brother died suddenly right after Thanksgiving of a heart attack. He was 60. The funeral was in Arizona and I couldn't afford to fly out there, so I contributed $$ to his stepdaughter, so that she could at least attend. I was telling my friend Gail about Rusty and she made an astute observation about him just wearing himself out. He had pretty much faced adversity his entire life. When he died, he was working three jobs to make ends meet. He died on the job, alone, which was very sad. I wrote a piece that Jennifer read for me at the funeral (see below).


The next thing that happened was my husband learned he has prostate cancer, so in between doctor's appointments, scans, starting a new business, grieving the loss of my brother, along came xmas. Needless to say, by the time the ball dropped on New Year's eve, we were not at all disappointed to see 2013 come to a close.




Now we are embarking on a new business venture together.
There are probably a million little details to starting up a business, but now finally, we have arrived at the good fun part, which is the business of actually making books. We launched GladeEye Press, an independent press that publishes selected non-fiction books in all formats for the education and entertainment of the Pacific Northwest audience. Our first product is the Oregon Festivals 2014 calendar, which can be purchased here

We are also on Facebook, Twitter, and LinkedIn. We received our first press coverage today in the business section of The Register-Guard.

We have tons of great ideas for northwest-based books; a lot of stories to tell, and we know we have plenty of work ahead of us, but we are more than excited to be doing what we love and do best. In the future, I hope to be more active on my blog, sharing things about my so very interesting life, of course, but also about events such as the launch & availability of new titles from GladEye Press, author bios, book signings, etc. If you are interested in becoming an author, please review our author guidelines page here, or you may contact us by phone at 541.747.4514 or via email at: snelson@gladeyepress.com or jvbolkan@gladeyepress.com with your submission ideas.







Douglas Russell (Rusty) Nelson

6.2.1953-11.30.2013


From the very beginning it was a love/hate relationship, as most sibling affiliations are; a push/pull/shove/tumultuous existence between two kids that didn’t ask to be brother and sister.

If he wasn’t using some manner of torture on me—forcing me to hit myself with my own fists, or holding me down and tickling me until I cried and/or peed my pants; ever asking me did I want a Charlie Horse? —then he was teasing me relentlessly, or interminably elbowing me in the backseat of the Rambler for miles on end on family road trips, or walking by and turning the channel when I was watching my favorite cartoon show (this was the pre-remote days), or playing keep away, or squirting me with a squirt gun or the garden hose, or maybe just nonchalantly strolling past me and delivering a well-timed poke…no reason, just because.

Yet, even though I was five years younger and smaller than him, I fought back. I had my own little devious ways of getting back at him; like hiding under his bed and trying not to giggle while he belted out “Hey Jude” with his pretend microphone while pretending to be a Beatle while practicing his fancy dance moves, or stealthily spying on him and jumping out of a pile of leaves to scare him or hiding his stuff or tattling on him, or any number of other things to which little sisters resort in an effort to survive childhood intact. That was the hate part. The love parts were those times when he wasn’t torturing, teasing, or tickling, but rather, was fixing the leak in my bike tire for me or letting me play a game with him or ride up on his shoulders, cracking me up with some hee-larious joke, or playing catch or listening to records or sticking up for me.

After we grew up I didn’t see my brother much anymore, but I remember one time, probably the last time we really did anything together. It was a road trip. My ex-husband was stranded up at Tahoe in the middle of winter. I called Rusty and asked if he could help me. Without hesitation, he said, “Sure, I can!” We hopped into his king-size passenger van and took off, turning the rock-n-roll songs up loud on the radio and singing along, talking, laughing, smoking cigarettes, and drinking strong, black coffee from his enormous thermos all the way to Tahoe. It was the best road trip ever.

If there is such a thing as an afterlife out there in the universe somewhere, I hope my big brother is on a road trip like that one; just rolling down a ribbon of highway somewhere listening to the Beatles and smoking cigarettes and drinking black coffee and having a rockin’ good time in the great whateverafter. You deserve it Rusty. You deserve it. Love always, your little sis, Sharleen

Wednesday, March 20, 2013

10 Years Ago: Selling War

Tamara Kidd & me protesting the war in Eugene, Oregon March 2003.

It's hard to believe that 10 years have passed since Bush's declaration of war on Iraq. I joined a march against the war before "shock & awe" ensued on March 19, 2003, and several times afterward, yet despite our best efforts, the voices and images of hundreds of thousands of people around the globe were ignored, marginalized, drowned out by the steady drumbeat of war rhetoric coming from the hawks in Washington D.C. (Bush, Cheney, Rumsfeld, Wolfowitz, et.al) and promoted by a complacent media.

Indeed, as a journalism student at the University of Oregon it provided much fodder for my essay writing, but it also made me angry with my profession; disgusted by their lack of ethical standards, manipulation and, in some cases, outright lies. Despite my growing cynicism; however, the events served to pique my interest in politics and forced me to be aware and ever watchful, and to realize that we cannot allow ourselves to become apathetic, nor can we believe everything the media reports.

With that said, to remember what led up to Bush's debacle and the manipulation that followed, I dug up this term paper I wrote for a media ethics class, aptly titled "Selling War." 



“When war is declared, truth is the first casualty.” 
— Hiram W. Johnson, senator from California, to the US Senate in 1917

Introduction: Truth
The preamble to the Society of Professional Journalists’ Code of Ethics clearly states that it is the duty of journalists to seek truth and “provide a fair and comprehensive account of events and issues” (Bivins, 189). The first code of ethical behavior is to “seek truth and report it,” and includes among it guidelines to follow to: “avoid inadvertent error; support the open exchange of views, even views they find repugnant, give voice to the voiceless; recognize a special obligation to ensure that the public’s business is conducted in the open and that government records are open to inspection; avoid misleading re-enactments or staged news events; and that deliberate distortion is never permissible” (Bivins, 190). Further, according to the code, journalists should be accountable to the public and admit mistakes and correct them promptly. Indeed, the cornerstone of classic journalism is truthfulness. By definition, news reporters are required to chronicle events, not create them, and to be trusted to inform the public accurately and honestly in their coverage. However, the ethical question of whether journalists have a responsibility to report unbiased truth even if it is negative or harmful was replaced in the run-up to the war in Iraq with a more cynical question of whether journalists have any obligation to tell the truth if it doesn’t fit with their corporate or personal agenda.
Although typically reserved for advertising or public relations, the art and strategy of persuasion became apparent in the news media after 9/11 when the line between journalism and marketing became blurred and distorted through a collection of varying degrees of truth, half-truth, and untruth. Writer and philosopher Sissela Bok defines lying as “coercion,” and the government’s use of the mainstream media to perpetuate lies and disinformation to influence public opinion and acceptance of its decision for a preemptive strike against a sovereign nation forced the public to respond in a different way than had they been told the truth.
I chose the topic of truth in news media because having an informed public is essential to democracy. It is unethical and undemocratic to withhold information that is vital to the public and to marginalize and skew news through deceptive language and practices to fit a political agenda; it goes against the idea of a free press, and results in an uninformed and easily manipulated public. Journalists have a moral responsibility to provide information that allows citizens to engage in fully informed self-governance; to have the opportunity to be engaged in the process of democracy. And, in my opinion, it is terribly tragic that we must resort to tuning into a comedian’s fake news show to get to the “truth.” I have chosen to explore how institutions of power and influence, in tandem with a compliant media constructed meaning through language and images to sell the public on the war in Iraq, and then continued to frame it in such a way as to make it more palatable, and to illustrate how the truth is being twisted and suppressed not only by media practitioners themselves, but specifically by the corporate owned media outlets.

Background/Literature Review
Even before the ashes and debris at Ground Zero had stopped smoldering, the Bush administration had begun a massive behind-the-scenes PR campaign to take America to war—not against Al Qaeda, the terrorists responsible for September 11th, but against another Middle Eastern country—Iraq. In her book The Exception to the Rulers: Exposing Oily Politicians, War Profiteers, and the Media That Love Them, Amy Goodman writes: “On September 12, 2001, Rumsfeld reacted to the WTC and Pentagon attacks by declaring that the U.S. should immediately attack Iraq (37).
Established in 1997, the Project for the New American Century (PNAC), a neo-conservative think tank comprising such notable figures as Elliott Abrams, William J. Bennett, Jeb Bush, Dick Cheney, Dan Quayle, Donald Rumsfeld, and Paul Wolfowitz, among others—was quietly compiling what is essentially a blueprint for U.S. world domination. Goodman cites in her book a former intelligence briefer, Ray McGovern’s observation about the neo-con members of PNAC: “When we saw these people coming back to town, all of us said ‘Oh my God, the crazies are back.’”
The full report, “Rebuilding America’s Defenses: Strategy, Forces and Resources For a New Century,” which can be read online at (http://www.newamericancentury.org/), openly states that absent of “some catastrophic and catalyzing event—like a new Pearl Harbor” the goals of U.S. global dominance would not be palatable to U.S. allies or the American public. When the planes commandeered by mostly Saudi terrorists plowed into the twin towers on September 11th, PNAC’s plans shifted into high gear, launching a PR media propaganda campaign to sell war to a wounded American public.
Generals, corporate media, and government officials used the power of the media to shape a sophisticated discourse of fear in which journalists were warned to “watch what they say, watch what they do” and to promote news stories with a distinctive government spin, lest they be labeled “unpatriotic.” Goodman lists numerous instances during this heightened emotional climate in which journalists and others lost their jobs because they spoke out in opposition to the war. She includes a quote from FOX’s Bill O’Reilly, who framed his position this way: “Once the war against Saddam begins, we expect every American to support our military, and if they can’t do that, to shut up” (192).  
Because this war would have to be “sold” to the public, the first order of business was to blur the boundaries between truth and myth by intrinsically linking 9/11 to Iraq whenever possible. Through a steady drumbeat of allegations and insinuations from the government and media, the public’s perception was that Iraq posed an immediate threat. The lead-up to the invasion of Iraq presents an interesting case study of opinion management. Through the manipulation of language, media institutions taking their cue from the government unleashed onto a frightened American public Orwellian “newspeak” that consisted of bold and innovative words and phrases such as Axis of Evil, evil-doers, Dead or Alive, “you’re either with us or against us,” homeland security, the Patriot Act, Code Orange, war on terror (which has recently been recast as the new and improved “global struggle against violent extremism). Other words and words with fresh meanings arose to represent and promote an ideology of war: Patriot, Operation Iraqi Liberation (OIL), changed to Operation Iraqi Freedom for the obvious acronym, mission accomplished, shock and awe, unpatriotic, weapons of mass destruction, cakewalk, jihad, freedom, heroism, free-speech zones.

New uses for duct tape popped up in the American lexicon, along with mixed messages that encouraged citizens not to worry; to go shopping, lest the terrorists win because, after all, they “hate us for our freedom.” Likewise, according to Noam Chomsky, to whip up support for war, a public relations approach is necessary. “Public relations slogans like ‘Support our troops’ don’t mean anything…You want to create a slogan that nobody’s going to be against, and everybody’s going to be for. Nobody knows what it means, because it doesn’t mean anything” (Media Control, 11). Essentially, change or remove the meaning from language, and you can condition human thought and behavior. Indeed, in a 1994 GOP memo Newt Gingrich candidly identified language as “A key mechanism of control” (Information Clearinghouse).  Thus, after 9/11, a frightened public became an easily manipulated public.
Historically, using the media for propaganda is nothing new. In 1916, Woodrow Wilson established the Creel Commission, a propaganda panel that succeeded in reshaping public opinion in favor of World War I (Media Control, 11). In her book Information War: American Propaganda, Free Speech and Opinion Control Since 9-11, Nancy Snow writes about propaganda strategies used in the Reagan era: “The pattern was set early in his administration: leak a scare story about foreign enemies, grab the headlines. If, much later, reporters poke holes in the cover story, so what? The truth will receive far less attention than the original lie, and by then another round of falsehood will be dominating the headlines (42). It appears that Karl Rove took a page directly from the Reagan playbook. Goodman writes “This is not a media that is serving a democratic society, where a diversity of views is vital to shaping informed opinions. This is a well-oiled propaganda machine that is repackaging government spin and passing off as journalism (9).

Despite global dissent on March 20, 2003 the U.S. attacked Iraq, but government had learned a lesson from Vietnam—that losing control of the story would mean losing public support, so this time there would be no daily television images of this war. The American public would see only reports and images from one, carefully crafted perspective; one that neglected to show the true horrors of war and invasion; that instead portrayed a neat, sanitized patriotic, heroic effort of liberation. With the media successfully cowed into patriotic submission, manipulation of the American public began through a variety of means. Michael Parenti’s book 20 Years of Censored News includes six methods of media manipulation:
Omission and suppression: Omission or suppression of facts that might have weakened their case for war, citing old news as if it were relevant today, or applying the art of distraction to refocus the public’s attention away from any negative press that might creep in; for example, the government’s ban on photography of the caskets of returning soldiers to not remind the public of the grim toll. This also includes self-censorship. Goodman quotes Dan Rather’s May 16, 2002 comments regarding journalists who censor themselves: “There was a time in South Africa that people would put flaming tires around people’s necks if they dissented, and in some ways the fear is that you will be necklaced here, you will have a flaming tire of patriotism put around your neck” (165).
Lies and repetition: If you repeat something enough it becomes “truth.”  For example, linking the war to the 9/11 attacks to build loyalty and support of flag and country. “Half of Americans believed that Iraq had WMD and links to Al Qaeda, which had been debunked by 2004. Americans believe these lies not because they are stupid, but because they are good media consumers” (Goodman, xvi).
Labeling: Describing American invaders as the “coalition,” who is there to “liberate, not invade.” Building intense, but unfounded fear in the public mind. Planting a frightening impression in the minds of trusting citizens, for example, Islamist holy warriors and nuclear weapons. Defining and dehumanizing the enemy and the country. Minimizing the war’s toll on Iraq’s citizens: Referring to them as “collateral damage” rather than innocent civilians. Casting protesters as unpatriotic; as traitors. Promoting patriotism by wearing a flag lapel pin; encouraging citizens to wrap themselves in the flag and to shun those who do not.
Face value transmission: Media practitioners accept at face value what are known to be official lies and uncritically pass them on to the public without adequate confirmation. Judith Miller, a reporter for the New York Times is a prime example of this. Before the war, Miller filled the front pages with unchallenged government propaganda. The government leaked lies to her, which were then published. When called on it, the white house masqueraded behind the credibility of the Times. Miller continued to trumpet administration leads and other bogus sources to back the administration’s false premise for war. After the war, none of the allegations about chemical, biological, or nuclear weapons she reported on panned out.” The Times never bothered to publish corrections.
Dissent and anti-war protests were marginalized. 
False balancing: The code of ethics states that journalists should support the open exchange of views by tapping competing sources on both sides of an issue. In 2001, Fairness and Accuracy in Reporting (FAIR) looked at who appeared on the evening news on ABC, CBS, and NBC. “Ninety-two percent of all U.S. sources interviewed were white, 85 percent were male, and 75 percent were Republican” (Goodman, 153). “Washington Post media reporter Howard Kurtz quantified just how lopsided his own newspapers pro-war tilt was. ‘From August 2002 through March 29, 2003, launch of the war, The Post ran more than 140 front-page stores that focused heavily on administration rhetoric against Iraq’” (Goodman, xv). Dissent and anti-war protests were marginalized through false reports of low attendance or through the use of close-in camera angles rather than wide pans of the crowd that would have revealed the true numbers.
And finally, Framing: Framing—bending the truth rather than breaking it—perhaps had the biggest impact on reporting of the Iraq war. According to Goodman, the embed program, which placed members of the media with American soldiers was “the culmination of years of effort and experimentation by the Pentagon to control the media during war” (70).  Of the program, she writes: “In war, journalists should offer a nuanced mosaic…you form your opinions based on the full range of views that you hear. But you’ve got to hear from all sides, and that was what was so deeply compromised by what happened with the embedding of reporters… (174–175).
In addition to the embedded reports, the way the news was packaged; the amount of exposure; the placement—whether it ran as a lead story or was buried in back; the tone, the headlines, and the images all promoted misleading perceptions about how well the war was going.


"Rent-A-Crowd"
 
The code of ethics also says that journalists should avoid misleading re-enactments or staged news events and if a re-enactment is necessary to tell a story it should be labeled. One of the most famous images of the war in Iraq was the carefully stage-managed footage of the toppling of the Saddam statue. According to Goodman, a small group of Iraqis were allowed into the heavily guarded plaza to cheer for the cameras as the statue was brought down and the site for this defining image of war was conveniently located across from the Palestine Hotel, which was the main media site. “The marines established a three-block perimeter around the area, ensuring they could control every angle of this global photo op (205). Later, BBC long shots showed a much different event—a sparse crowd of mostly journalists and American soldiers. Goodman cites Rev. Neville Watson, an Australian peace activist who was there: “It was a rent-a-crowd.” And Robert Fisk of the Independent, who described it as “the most staged photo opportunity since Iwo Jima” (206). Goodman adds, “Facts don’t matter; only the framing” (207).
Additional examples of stagecraft included the President landing on the deck of an aircraft carrier emblazoned with the words “Mission Accomplished,” and the Hollywood-type film documentary of a heroic, yet completely inaccurate rescue of a young, pretty white soldier.
One must wonder why, now that many of the stories are being debunked didn’t the media raise questions at the time? Goodman sums it up nicely: “According to Vassar College sociology professor William Hoynes: “The problem is in the norms and practices of the profession and how news is gathered and produced. Journalists rely upon officials for both professional status and information, which is one of the reasons why news is so heavily tilted toward the views and actions of officials. Add to that the economic structure of the news, the profit orientation of the major media and the power of advertising, the broad ideological climate in the post-9/11 era—a narrow version of patriotism, dissent cast as treason—and the news management/intimidation strategies of officials, and you have a news media that often produces this kind of shameful reporting” (267).
To conclude, this blatant disregard for the public trust continues and many in the media continue to swallow it. Unfortunately, the result is a misinformed public who distrusts the media, which ultimately leaves a stain on all journalists in the profession.


Democracy works only when people can fully inform themselves and debate issues freely.”
— Amy Goodman 



Works Cited


20 Years of Censored News. “Methods of Media Manipulation.” Michael Parenti. 3 Aug. 2005

The Exception to the Rulers: Exposing Oily Politicians, War Profiteers, and the Media That Love
Them. Amy Goodman and David Goodman. New York: Hyperion 2004.

Information Clearinghouse. 5 Aug. 2006

Information War: American Propaganda, Free speech and Opinion Control Since 9-11. Nancy
Snow

Media Control. Noam Chomsky. Online excerpts. Seven Stories Press, 2002. 3 Aug. 2005

Mixed Media: Moral distinctions in Advertising, Public Relations, and Journalism. Thomas
Bivins. New Jersey: Lawrence Erlbaum Associates, Publishers, 2004.

Rebuilding America’s Defenses: Strategy, Forces and Resources For a New Century. Project for
the New American Century (PNAC). <http://www.newamericancentury.org/>.





Friday, March 8, 2013

Excerpting


"Clouds in my Coffee" Photo by Sharleen Nelson
I apologize to you dear friends that actually read my ramblings, for not posting since well...forever. I've been busy with other projects that take priority only because I get PAID for doing them. The good news, for me anyway, is that my schedule now affords me the opportunity to devote more time to writing my novel, the title of which I formally announce today as...drum roll....Dead Relatives, Inc. 

To keep me on task and motivated, as an experiment, I've posted an excerpt today from a chapter I'm working on about a character in the book named Teddy. Any feedback is welcomed. Submitted for your approval:

Seven and three quarter miles west of Butternut Bend, the rain-soaked streets of downtown Stambourg seemed darker and grittier than its suburban location might suggest. With the exception of a greenish neon glow emanating from the interior of the all-night fold-n-fluff, a beam from the motion detector situated in the parking lot of the neighborhood convenience store across the street, and a diffuse speck of light coming from the upstairs apartment over Anderson's Pawn Shop, all the businesses that hugged Main Street were dark and curiously empty.

The only light source in his dimly lit living room came from the glow of the large 50-inch, flat-screen television mounted on the wall above the fireplace mantle. Sometimes the juxtaposition between dark and filtered light was the only thing that came between Teddy and his migraines. Most nights found the stocky and mostly diffident denizen cozily ensconced in his green faux leather Lazy boy,  stocking feet propped on two ornately embroidered pillows resting atop the glass coffee table as he enjoyed a light comedic sitcom or the occasional reality show of the train wreck variety—the kind he liked best required subtitles in which to follow along. But on those evenings when the encephalalgia gods hurled thunderbolts of ache at his throbbing temples, only the soft, overstuffed couch would do, providing a womb-like nest for him to burrow himself deep into with knees curled tightly beneath him in a near-fetal position. Though Teddy was not fond of the headaches, he accepted them. Pain was joy and punishment and that brought him strange comfort. -- Excerpted from Dead Relatives, Inc.

Saturday, December 15, 2012

20 Children



20 children shot, killed, in one horrific instant by one crazy person with a high-powered gun; think about that for a moment20 precious little lives gone, snuffed out forever; 20 children that will never run and skip and jump or build a tree house in the back yard, attend slumber parties or play baseball or sit on Santa's lap; 20 children that will never dance at their prom, be on the honor roll, experience their first kiss, go to college, or grow up to be scientists or explorers or artists or teachers or engineers or anything; 20 children that will not marry and have children of their own or grow old and play with their grandchildren.

I have four granddaughters and the thought that they are not safe at school is absolutely terrifying. I can't even imagine the immense grief the parents of those children must be experiencing today.

So sickened and saddened yesterday by the news that a gunman had entered an elementary school in Newtown Connecticut and senselessly killed 6 adults and 20 children ranging in age from 5 to 10, I posted an emotional question to my Facebook status: Anyone ready for a conversation about gun control now? Considering how divisive the last election was, I guess I shouldn't have been terribly surprised by the responses I received. I was a little shocked, however, that some people were more concerned about the government taking away their precious guns than they were about the deaths of 26 human beings. It was the same tired knee-jerk reactions: guns don't kill people, people do; a car can be used as a weapon, we're safer if we are all armed, yada yada.

Just the mere mention of "gun control" and people immediately freak out. The truth is, gun control doesn't have to mean a full-scale de-arming of the public. In fact, there are many elements that should be part of the discussion, including fixing loopholes in the national system of background checks for gun buyers, such as requiring the checks at gun shows, and how about banning or limiting the use of assault weapons and high-capacity magazines? A third part of the equation is the conversation we should be having about how programs for mental health care have been dangerously gutted.

I will be the first to tell you, I am not good at debate, but as a journalist, my focus is always on using factual data from reliable sources to get to the truth. And I am not talking about made-up facts and opinion that the faux news echo chamber spews, but real tools and resources for research and fact finding. Do I have my own opinion about things? Sure. Do I respect your right to express yours? Of course. However, I am more inclined to take your argument seriously if I feel like it's an informed one. With that said, I thought I'd share a few links to websites I consider to be good starting points for research and finding the facts.

  • Snopes (http://www.snopes.com/) "The definitive Internet reference source for urban legends, folklore, myths, rumors, and misinformation."


To conclude, I think debate and discussion is healthy and democratic and good, but perhaps we should put it aside for a day and focus on remembering that yesterday we needlessly lost 26 lives, and that 20 of them were innocent children.