Originally posted on The Videofreex:
It’s been an active month for the Videofreex. Building on a successful debut in North Carolina, “Here Come the Videofreex” made the rounds in New York last week. In between showings in Brooklyn and Rosendale, the Brooklyn Museum hosted the screening and discussion Videofreex and Feminism: “Bumps on a Level Playing Field”.
I attended the Rosendale Theatre screening, seeing the final cut of the film for the first time. I couldn’t have been more proud of what this energetic band accomplished, or of filmmakers Jon Nealon and Jenny Raskin, who spent a decade on the movie. Naturally, we received the royal treatment.
Seats in the first rows of the Rosendale Theatre await the Videofreex and guests. The signs read “RESERVED FOR FREEX.”
Jon conjured the…
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I have a piece in the fine publication Civil Eats! I’m proud to bring news of DC’s urban agriculture boom to a national audience.
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Mom walks across the Peace Park bridge with her red umbrella.
Peace feels so far away. On June 17, a gunman killed nine people in Charleston, SC. I can’t imagine sitting in a place of worship and experiencing that violence from a stranger. I can’t fathom the kind of hatred that leads to sitting among people you don’t know, then ending their lives. It shows privilege and a blindness that I’m so shocked.
Last Sunday, the community remembered them together.
The sculpture in the New Paltz Peace Park was created by an artist in our sister city in Japan.
I just spent a week in New Paltz, NY, a liberal college town with a Peace Park across from the Village Hall. On one boarder is the street where I parallel parked my mom’s white Honda Civic hatchback to earn my license (on the second try) almost two decades ago. I recognize the new mayor’s smile–his mother taught me calculus. At the culmination of each Memorial Day parade, our marching band stood a few yards from this park. Every year, it seems, at least one of our ranks passed out from the heat under those ridiculous hats that resembled oversized Q Tips. There, men brandished guns for ceremony.
We have our demons of prejudice and ignorance here. We have our moments and movements of love. Peace lives here, too.
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Look who’s in the July issue of O the Oprah Magazine! In the A-Z guide to relaxation for the busy woman, I explain (veeeery briefly) how P is for pressure point therapy. Check out page 104.
It was a pleasure to work with editors Elyse Moody and Molly Simms on this, and to draw on the expertise of Cat Matlock.
It seems fitting to finish Home Fires Burning: Married to the Military–for Better or Worse on Memorial Day. And that’s what I did. Considering my last What I’m Consuming post* was a while ago, I’m also due for another one. So here it goes. What it is and why it’s here This is a book of nonfiction by a writer I respect, who spends years researching her books.** She is also the daughter of a U.S. Air Force pilot. Home Fires Burning weaves together portraits of, as Houppert puts it, “women who straddle the military world–one foot on post, one foot in the civilian sector.” Most of the interviews took place on an army base in New York. But each personal story reifies a larger narrative–about war widows, domestic violence, the economics of military jobs, political dissent. Though Houppert is a seasoned journalist, the picture she paints is far from neutral. The book takes a critical angle on military practices, especially when it comes to spouses and children of the enlisted. The stories highlight hypocrisy on the bases and in the military in general. Continue reading
What students tell me: Group work sucks. What I do about it: Assign a group project. The big secret in all of this? They produce great stuff.
Here’s a video one of my classes put together in April. It’s part of a website highlighting Gallaudet University clubs that have gone quiet — lost clubs that the students felt should “be heard.”
The group project is a required exercise in a general studies course I teach to first-year college students.
Sometimes, the project goes well. Most of the time, though… well, it devolves into disarray and misery. We research best practices in team work and project management and discuss the exasperating moments. When the stress climbs toward freak-out levels, I remind them that the project grade weighs about as much as a flea in the overall score for the course. Continue reading
New perspectives, spoken word, and beer recommendations. These aren’t your average DC hotels–or your average hosts–in my latest piece for Elevation DC: