Hold on to what is good even if it is a handful of earth.
Hold on to what you believe even if it is a tree which stands by itself.
Hold on to what you must do even if it is a long way from here.
Hold on to life even when it is easier letting go.
Hold on to my hand even when I have gone away from you.
- Pueblo Blessing
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Sunday, Jun. 05, 2005 - 2:02 a.m.
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Family Diversity Photos
Hullo!
This is more a little note so I don't lose these sites.
Here is the webpage of an exhibition called "Of Many Colors" about multiracial families.
Here is the webpage of an exhibition called "Nothing to Hide" about families with mental illness.
Here is the webpage of an exhibition called "Love Makes a Family" about LGBT families.
And here finally, is the webpage of an exhibition called "In Our Family" about families of many different types.
Very cool. They are travelling photo exhibitions and also books. Now if I can think of a place to incite to invite them, I'd be very happy.
Here is the website of a councillor Arlene Istar Lev, also known as Ari, who is a therapist but also a writer on lgbt issues, including parenting and adoption. Unfortunately it seems many of her most interesting links such as to her article on Transracial Adoption by Queer Parents do not work. grrr. I emailed her to ask her to fix them. yeah.
I didn't get to take Hotsauce out for his birthday... his stint as a movie extra went on til 9:30 pm at which point he crashed at home in the suburban wastelands, ok ok, suburban hinterlands where there are trees and many mosquitos.
I DID go to l'Ecrivaine's reading evening. She submitted work to a theater/short story competition on alternative families and won 4th place. The six best pieces were read out loud. Most were amusing at least, though, even erasing my bias as a friend, I think that l'Ecrivaine's was the best. Several of the higher winners were just dismal. One about an infertile straight couple who decide to go with both a surrogate mother and a sperm donor (which end up being a lesbian and a gay man) are surprised to see their new baby is chocolate brown or somesuch and decide they are overwhelmed by unconditional love anyways. Can we say Artificial Sweetener Times Two??
Another was about a gay couple deciding to adopt from Romania, and their coworker/ boss bitching that he didn't agree. Unfortunately the characters had zero personality... they were just cardboard cutouts for the age old arguments, and the boss decided at the end that even though he didn't agree they could count on his support. Artificial Sweetener Lite.
Another was about a Roman Goddess and God having an argument in the car driving to Damascus about how she nags and he won't ask for directions. (very original) And they bump into Jesus, who gives them directions, but turns out to be gay and living with John in a cave. Fortunately Jesus has a nice mother who gave them a toaster when they moved into the cave. Unfortunately he calls his nice mother on a cellphone to say Happy Hannukkah, and "through the waves" ends up deciding he is "finding religion" and joining the Romans in worshipping Jupiter or somesuch, dumping John and eschewing homosexuality. hmmm. Let's just say it was not so great.
L'Ecrivaine's story was about an Elvis impersonator who weds people in a driveby chapel (yes yes, it does exist in real life) up in a northern Canadian mining town. And he gets a call asking about weddings from a nice lady who has a Finnish boyfriend who is really into Elvis. Now there aren't many Finnish men into Elvis up in mining town and it turns out that Elvis is having an after-work affair for several years now with the exact same Finnish man. It was amusing. The Finnish man decides to tell his girlfriend he cannot marry her and the girlfriend and Elvis go out for a drink to commisserate or somesuch. It was quirky and funny.
And now I've walked doggies, watered the garden (and doggies... it is her FAVE game. She has to lay on the patch of lawn at the gardens until I'm done and then I wave the hose around for her and she maniacly (egads is that a word?) jumps for it and muches the water, getting soaked in the process). And now I must get some work done.
Oh yeah, I forgot. Me and l'Ecrivaine went out for an Italian icecream and coffee with another of the writers after the show. He is retired, from Boston area, lives with a best friend, not lover, and has 5 tiny dogs (two chihuahas and three small poodles) and 9 cats (down from 13 cuz of old age)... he sort of does animal rescue. He was very nice and his piece was pretty good.
And I also forgot to mention, I won the doorprize which strangely enough was a color coffeetable book on Jane Goodall and her apes. Cool.
ok, tah!!!
me
wenchie
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previous meanderings - future past
Goodbye Michael. May your next life be kinder to you. - Thursday, Jun. 25, 2009
Taking Care of Your Cows - Thursday, Jun. 25, 2009
Saint Joseph robs the cradle and eats spaghetti - Sunday, Jun. 14, 2009
sticky notes and broken irises - Friday, Jun. 12, 2009
The FOODCOMMANDER - Monday, Jun. 08, 2009
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