Tales of a Rose City Dress-up Queen

I'll be seeing you

2012-01-22T17:00:00.000-08:00

My sister leaves for South Africa tonight. Sharing a city with Anna has been the best part of the last two and a half years, and I will miss her dearly.

I return to a blog from two years ago as my farewell post:

Hey, Soul Sister

My rollerskate stuck to the wood floor and I plunged to the ground. It had been 10 years since I fell skating and I felt terribly embarrassed as 8 and 65 year olds passed me.

After ensuring I hadn't split the crotch of my jeans, I picked myself up and met my sister’s glance. We erupted into laughter and she knew without asking I was fine. To lessen my embarrassment, she skate-danced in her black velvet fringe pants to R. Kelly’s “Ignition.”

It had been years since Anna and I rollerskated together, and last Friday at Oaks Park evoked for me nostalgia and a deep sense of gratitude.

The last year and a half of my life has included eight jobs, three moves, two break-ups, a dispersing of dear friends, and ever-evolving future plans. Through it all, Anna has been my kindred spirit and pillar of support.

Alice Walker once asked, “Is solace anywhere more comforting than that in the arms of a sister?” To that, I answer no. Anna and I have now shared a city for six months, and I can think of no greater comfort than to have my best friend here.

Friendships fade, romance wanes, and everything these days seems to be in constant flux. My sister is my little bit of childhood that can never be lost (Marion Garretty).

I love you, Anna. Shine on, sister.

And to quote the song we danced to at your early 21st birthday party, "You are young, so set the world on fire. You burn brighter than the sunshine."

2012 Resolutions

2012-01-14T13:49:00.000-08:00

• Make more art, listen to more live music.
• Articulate ideas better.
• Cultivate more confidence/assertiveness.
• Acquire buff, blonde, bikini babehood [mo' exercise, less eating & drinkin'].
• Limit the Facebook and Twitter addictions –– Facebookers Anonymous anyone?
• Let in moments of loneliness and spontaneity.
• Ask a guy out!
• Read more news in print, and at the library.
• Pick up a new hobby.
• Sleep naked from time to time.
• "Shoulders back, headlights forward" [posture, posture].
• Write, edit, photograph and paginate better.
• Procrastinate less and don't pull all-nighters.
• Do all of these: 57 ways to spread kindness and brighten a day
• Ring in 2013 in a foreign country... more on that soon.

Somewhere Over the Rainbow

2011-10-22T18:22:00.000-07:00

"I'll get you my little pretty, and your little dog, too!" I tell my mom. I'm three, and we're dressed as the Wicked Witches of the West. I even have a tiny orange broom I pretend to fly on.

I've already decided my favorite movie is "The Wizard of Oz."

As I walk down the church aisle, I hear "Ohs! and Ahs!" The ruby red slippers were the perfect touch.

Most times I dread performances, but this time is different. I smooth out my black ruffled dress, rest my palms over the keys, and take a deep breath. Who knew playing "Somewhere Over the Rainbow" senior year of high school would be my best piano recital?

I'm at Goodwill two weeks ago with my roommate, torn between a modern suffragette or Superwoman costume. She spots a pair of ruby red slippers and calls me over.

I slip them on, and they're the perfect fit.

Fuel from 2003

2011-10-10T21:39:00.000-07:00

Journal entry from creative writing class, 2003

Freeing Friday

2011-09-16T15:32:00.000-07:00

{Fill in the blank Friday}
1. You should always take time to shake what your mama gave you, whether it's in your living room, on the dance floor or at an outdoor concert.
2. The sweet innocence of children is lovely, but something I'm far extracted from most of the time.
3.  I can hardly wait for Halloween. This year I'm torn between Superwoman or a suffragette.
4. Saturday is precious: brunch, journaling, long walks, explorations, adventures, coffee, orange juice, sleep.
5.  Something ridiculous I love is putting easy things on my to-do list, just to check them off.
6.  If I could, I would write my way through the United States or Latin American for a cause.
7.  I rather like excuses for a workday trek up Mount Hood and cozying up with a book in our hammock.

Lancette Memorial Bike Ride

2011-08-25T20:55:00.000-07:00

Sandee Cano-Budreau was home sick in November 2009, watching a news segment about a domestic violence-related shooting in the Portland area.

“How sad,” she said to herself.

The next day on the news, Cano-Budreau saw a body building picture of her friend Teresa Beiser, who had just completed a competition at Seven Feathers Casino.

“I thought she had won,” Cano-Budreau said. “I turned up the volume hear the details and found out they had identified the woman who had been killed as Teresa.”

Tuesday Nov. 10 of 2009, Beiser’s estranged husband went on a shooting rampage at her place of work, Legacy MetroLab, in Tualatin, killing her, injuring two others and then taking his own life.

Teresa Beiser

Cano-Budreau couldn’t speak or breath. She called Beiser’s phone repeatedly, expecting her to answer.

“Everybody’s world stood still,” Cano-Budreau said of Beiser’s family members, friends, coworkers and fitness students.

Last summer, Cano-Budreau and another friend, Scott Weishaar, turned their grief into activism, founding the “Lancette” Memorial Ride in honor of Beiser.

The second bike ride is scheduled for Aug. 27 and benefits Clackamas Women’s Services, a domestic violence agency based out of Oregon City.

“She was beyond inspiring,” Cano-Budreau said about Beiser. “That’s the effect she had on everybody. You loved her from the beginning.”

The event name, “Lancette” honors Beiser’s ambition to be the female Lance Armstrong. A body builder, cyclist and fitness instructor, Beiser didn’t let her battle with lupus get in her way.

She wore a pair of black bike shorts with yellow fuzzy letters on the rear reading, “Lance.”

According to friends, Beiser was a lab technician, fitness instructor and the mother of two children. She had a “pebble in the pond” effect by touching people she knew even for a short time.

The Saturday ride honoring Beiser’s memory starts and finishes at Ackerman Middle School, 350 SE 13th Ave., Canby, with a 7 a.m. registration, continental breakfast and three different ride options: a family ride for $15, a 40-mile ride for $50 and a 62-mile ride Lancette Metric for $50.

Lancette Memorial Bike Ride Participants

Event organizers say the ride is flat and much easier than last year’s path, which included exhausting hills.

T-shirts are $15 and cycle jerseys are $65.

Following the rides is a catered lunch and finish line party, which includes vendors, a beer garden provided by Hopworks and a live band, Truth Be Told. The event ends at 4 p.m.

All registration forms must be received by Aug. 24, and event volunteers are encouraged to sign up right up until the event.

Clackamas Women’s Services has sheltered more than 7,000 women and children in its two shelters since 1985 and has responded to more than 70,000 crisis calls during the last 16 years. Its goal is to reduce the incidence of family violence through public education.

“Once we were directed to them and heard their mission, it seemed like a perfect tie-in to our cause,” Scott Weishaar, the other event coordinator said.

The event slogan reads, “A ride for every man and woman wanting to empower women and children so they can establish lives free of domestic and sexual violence.”

Cano-Budreau said she didn’t have the comprehension of domestic violence that she does now. Through Clackamas Women’s Services she has learned that domestic violence is a cycle of power and control that can “reach every level of life.”

“Because of her death, many people have been drawn together,” Cano-Budreau said. “Teresa wouldn’t have it any other way. We do this for our community in hopes that everybody comes out and supports survivors of domestic violence.”

For more information about the ride or to sign up, visit http://www.lancettememorialride.com/. For more information about Clackamas Women’s Services and domestic violence resources, visit http://www.cwsor.org/.

–– Lisa K. Anderson

Happy

2011-08-16T20:55:00.000-07:00

Happy is a vague word I associate with zealous life coaches and the hyper kids at church camp. The film "Happy" I recently saw at the Clinton Street Theater delighted me and unpacked the word. It took a refreshing look into a state of being to which we aspire.

In it, a former beauty queen who was run over and disfigured said the experience ultimately made her a more happy and true person. A Japanese mother lamented the sudden death of her husband to work exhaustion. A Louisiana native spoke to the happiness swampland and family gave him.

As I near my 2-year anniversary with Portland and 4-month mark with the newspaper, I've been thinking about my own happiness. I didn't traverse the world after graduating college, and after two years in the working world, I don't make a remotely enviable salary.

But I love Portland. I love my friends. I love my job. And I love my home. Since making a spontaneous decision to move here, I've built a life that makes me happy, perhaps even more so than my college years.

There's no set recipe to happiness, so I say embrace whatever sparks yours.

Here's what film producers had to say about "Happy":

"What makes you happy?

Join us for an incredible journey around the world, as we explore the power and mystery of happiness.

How do we balance the allure of money, fame and social status with our needs for good relationships, health and a sense of contentment?

HAPPY, is a feature documentary that deals with many of the fundamental issues we face in today’s society.

Through powerful interviews and a global journey the film seeks to share the wisdom found in traditional cultures and from the cutting edge science that is now, for the first time, exploring human happiness.

We hope that the lessons learned through the film can not only help individuals find more peace and contentment in their own lives, but that the shift toward happiness will lead us to be more compassionate, less destructive and better citizens of the world."

Summertime

2011-08-09T14:38:00.000-07:00

The Books of 2011

2011-08-07T09:50:00.000-07:00

I made a goal to read at least 50 books this year. I did really well during the winter months, but once my reporting position began, reading for pleasure become more of a luxury. Right now I have five half-read books on my nightstand, and I'm determined to finish them in the next two weeks.

Here's the 2011 book list so far, and here's to more adventures in reading!

The Giver
The Alchemist
The Breakup 2.0
The Good Body
I Am an Emotional Creature: The Secret Life of Girls Around the World
Zeitoun
Outrageous Acts and Everyday Rebellions: Second Edition
The Perks of Being a Wallflower
Communion: The Female Search for Love
Insecure at Last: Losing It in Our Security-Obsessed World
America and the Pill: A History of Promise, Peril, and Liberation
The Vagina Monologues
The Lost Girls and the Wander Year: Three Friends. Four Continents. One Unconventional Detour Around the World.
Just Kids
The Feminine Mystique
The Job-Hunter's Survival Guide: How to Find a Rewarding Job Even When "There Are No Jobs"
The Electric Kool-Aid Acid Test
Revolution from Within: A Book of Self-Esteem
The Will to Change: Men, Masculinity, and Love
A Memory, a Monologue, a Rant, and a Prayer
The Art of Non-Conformity: Set Your Own Rules, Live the Life You Want, and Change the World
Life After College: The Complete Guide to Getting What You Want
Click: When We Knew We Were Feminists
Alternatives to the Peace Corps: A Guide of Global Volunteer Opportunities, 11th Edition
Letters to a Young Journalist
Blue Like Jazz: Nonreligious Thoughts on Christian Spirituality
Making It All Work: Winning at the Game of Work and Business of Life
Getting Things Done: The Art of Stress-Free Productivity
Freedom Summer: The Savage Season That Made Mississippi Burn and Made America a Democracy
The Help

Fill in the Blank Friday

2011-07-22T16:09:00.000-07:00

1. One of my happiest summer moments was living in Jackson, Miss. for three months. I learned so much about journalism from the Jackson Free Press and fell in love with the community.

2. Summer is magical.

3. This summer the weather has been atrocious. I hate to be a pessimist, but I eagerly await our normally lovely July and August.

4. My summer food of choice is fruit, and lots of it. A basket filled with colorful produce is art to me.

5. My summer uniform has been sundresses and Birkenstocks, even on the rainy days.

6. If I could spend the entire summer in one location I would choose the Northwest, ordinarily. I revel in the many opportunities for camping, hiking, swimming, attending festivals, dancing at concerts, strolling through my neighborhood, and sipping cocktails over happy hour in the sunshine.

7. My summer anthem is Dave Matthews Band "Wasting Time," which I first heard at his Labor Day show at the Gorge. A beautiful summer ballad!

Via http://thelittlethingswedo.blogspot.com/http://thelittlethingswedo.blogspot.com/

The small town reporter

2011-07-17T21:06:00.000-07:00

Photos of my Sandy Post office

Planned Parenthood Columbia Willamette Block Party

2011-07-05T21:26:00.000-07:00

Brought to you by the Sexy Tuesday Committee

Run For Congo Women PDX 2011

2011-07-03T16:39:00.000-07:00

Run for Congo Women PDX is upon us! Join the efforts of F Magazine, Bula Kava House, The Global Kitchen, and other community members participating in this year’s event.

Last year's Global Kitchen team donning their aprons

The 5K walk and run begin at 9 a.m. Saturday, July 23 at Willamette Park, with event check-in at 7:30 a.m. The inspirational day includes a lively bout of warm-ups, outreach booths with letter writing opportunities, music, and refreshments.

Entrance is $35, but if that is a financial barrier, don’t let it stop you. We can get creative in fundraising efforts.

The event benefits Women for Women International programs in the Democratic Republic of the Congo, where it is said to be the worst place on earth to be a woman.

The international Run for Congo Women was founded by Portlander Lisa Shannon in 2006. She is an incredible activist and detailed her story in “A Thousand Sisters.”

To register go to the following link. There will be a pull down menu of teams - just select The Global Kitchen. http://rfcwportland2011.kintera.org/faf/home/default.asp?ievent=480103

Do not set up a personal donation page through the site –– the money will go toward a general fund and not be available to the team to sponsor women. Make sure all donations go through The Global Kitchen link below, (or collect checks or cash).

Hope you have a lovely weekend and consider running (or walking) with us!

For more information:
http://www.runforcongowomen.org/
http://rfcwportland2011.kintera.org/faf/home/default.asp?ievent=480103
http://glosmosis.blogspot.com/p/running-for-reason.html
http://athousandsisters.org/

To Dad With Love

2011-06-19T13:00:00.000-07:00

In 1999, Albany, Ore. opened its first skate park. My dad, who was then 46, saw the opportunity to start an event for skateboarders and inline skaters. During the summer of 2000, Albany Extreme Sports was born. I was 13 at the time, and marveled at the event, along with the cute skater boys who frequented our house.

My sister and I shared our favorite memories of dad this morning, and Extreme Sports topped both of our lists. Dad loves working with youth, event planning and community. I didn't realize what a significant event Extreme Sports had been until later. It gave local skaters an opportunity to showcase their skills and help to plan a major event. I still hear from old friends telling me how much Dad impacted them.

Dad also led our middle school youth groups for seven years, consistently getting adolescent boys to church. Between sixth and eighth grade, we held lock-ins in Portland, raked leaves for the elderly, and enjoyed Sunday School lessons that incorporated pop culture.

For his 50th birthday, Dad took us on a trip to Seattle, followed by the Avril Lavigne concert in Portland, Ore. Two years later, Anna and I accompanied him to a Santana concert. Afterward, he wrote a column about his long-time favorite guitarist.

Another resounding memory for us is growing up around the newspaper. Anna and I loved when Dad pushed us around in the recycling bins and we drew artwork to adorn his desk. We also accompanied on reporting trips.

Albany Democrat-Herald newsroom, circa 1988 - Dad and me

This spring, I've thought of my dad often. I started reporting at a small town weekly newspaper, which is how my dad began his career. Sometimes I feel shy or unsure, but I always think, "Channel Dad," or ask "What would Dad do?" Dad taught me a love of journalism, people and community, and that fuels me today.

Today we celebrate our dad, Graham Kislingbury. Much love and admiration for you!

Me, Dad and Anna, summer 2010

F'in Fresh

2011-06-18T14:41:00.000-07:00

The theme of F Magazine's inaugural issue is "What the F am I doing?" This spring, I've found an answer.

As I posted on my Facebook Thursday, "Four years ago, I arrived in Querétaro, Mexico; three years ago I made my way to Jackson, Miss.; two years ago I graduated from college; a year ago I asked, "What the F am I doing with my life?"; and today I celebrate the inaugural issue of F Magazine!"

I'm delighted with the fresh start I've made this spring working as a small town reporter and helping to launch a new magazine. Thursday's release party was a wonderful celebration, and I can't wait to see how F evolves.

Yael Naim's "New Soul" is my theme song this spring

F Magazine

2011-06-03T13:24:00.000-07:00

I am proud and honored to be a part of F Magazine's inaugural issue. As I last posted, our release party will be at 8 p.m. Thursday, June 16 at Backspace, a bar in Northwest Portland. F Magazine is an alternative to Cosmo and Bitch -– a relevant women's magazine geared toward twenty-somethings.

I am grateful for our leaders, Emily Hutto and Rose Finn; art director, Leslie Montgomery; writers; designers; illustrators; public relations and event team; and many supporters who believed in this venture.

A few more facts about F:

DESCRIPTION

A magazine for women in their 20s: F, cover to cover, resembles what goes on through an intelligent twenty-something woman's brain over the course of her day: her career, goals, relationships, politics, music, having fun, sex, and the miscellany of life.

MISSION
F aims to create a sense of community through sometimes humorous, always honest personal storytelling, and through practical, engaging information. F provides an outlet for women to feel more comfortable with themselves, as well as gain a sense of perspective about their lives and the world around them.

CONNECT WITH US

fthemagazine@gmail.com

http://www.fthemagazine.com
http://www.facebook.com/FtheMagazine
http://twitter.com/#!/fthemagazine

F Magazine Release party

2011-05-29T23:25:00.000-07:00

Mark your calendars for the F Magazine Release party 8 p.m. Thursday, June 16 at Backspace in Northwest Portland, Ore.

Summer soirees, sashays

2011-05-21T20:58:00.000-07:00

Summer Solstice is just a month away. I remember celebrating it one year in Massachusetts during my early teens. My cousins, sister and I braided flowers into our hair and ran around our aunt’s house in the country. Our Grandma told us we looked like Swedish goddesses.

When you’re a kid, nothing is more exhilarating than summer’s onset. I always blasted Alice Cooper’s“School’s Out” and planned out my three months of freedom more precisely than I ever did a math assignment. Even when you’re no longer a student and summer doesn’t signify a break, it’s still fun to await.

I’ve daydreamed about summer 2011 the last few weeks. If summer 2010 is any indication, I think this one will be great. So, come kiss our cheeks, sunshine. We’re ready for the Pacific Northwest’s best season.

On the docket for this Portlander’s summer thus far:

• Last Thursdays on Alberta St. - April - October in Portland, OR

• Rose Festival - May 27- June 19 in Portland, OR

• David Bowie Tribute Band @ Ash St. Saloon - June 3 in Portland, OR

• F Magazine release party @ Backspace - June 16 in Portland, OR

• Waterfront Blues Fest - July 1-4 in Portland, OR

• Modest Mouse in concert @ Edgefield - July 2 in Troutdale, OR

• Sandy Mountain Festival - July 7-10 in Sandy, OR

• Oregon Country Fair - July 8-10 in Veneta, OR

• Run for Congo Women - July 23 in Portland, OR

• PPCW Sexy Tuesdays (Friday) Block Party - July 29 in Portland, OR

• Oregon Brewers Fest - July 28-31 in Portland, OR

• Mom & Dad’s 30th wedding anniversary - Aug. 15 in Albany, OR

• Ray LaMontagne in concert @ Edgefield - Sept. 4 in Troutdale, OR

And, much more! • Sunny happy hours • late-night dancing • sprucing up our backyard • Sellwood pub crawls • bike rides • hikes • swimming • Sauvie Island • camping • BBQs • waterfront walks • Oaks Park • reading • hammock swinging • exploring • road trippin’ • Saturday markets • sundress-wearing • star gazing • fallin’ for pretty strangers • daydreaming • spontaneous adventures

I'll love you forever, I'll like you for always

2011-05-20T19:28:00.000-07:00

Friday night, we watched Jeopardy and Wheel of Fortune over artichokes and Hawaiian rolls. "Would you like Activia and Oreos or apple slices for dessert?" she asked.

Only Nana, I thought, laughing.

I recently spent a long weekend in the Bay Area with my 88-year-old matriarch. After getting riled up about my stolen purse last month, the visit reminded me what matters most. Stuff can be replaced, but there's no substitute for the people you love.

During my visit, I thought of the children's book, Love You Forever. In it, a mother tells her baby son:

I'll love you forever,
I'll like you for always,
As long as I'm living
my baby you'll be.

Nana, Dad and me, 1988

She continues this until the son is grown. He then tells his mom:

I'll love you forever,
I'll like you for always,
As long as I'm living
my mommy you'll be.

The saying, "I'll love you forever, I'll like you for always," is apt for Nana. She has been one of my favorite people for as long as I can remember. I eagerly awaited her visits as a little girl, wrote a school project about her in fifth grade, introduced her to my boyfriends throughout the years, and always cried whenever I had to say goodbye to her.

Anna, Nana and me, 1997

Last week was no different. As I peeled out of Ray Drive, tears streamed down my cheeks. We waved and blew kisses as we always do.

"You are such a darling," she told me, as I handed her a floral-print card.

In recent years, my friends and I stopped at Nana's on our senior spring break trip. They loved her and we ended up posing in the Nana Jazzercise hat collection for a slew of photos. We also started a "Nana quote book" with her hilarious and memorable sayings. Three months later, Nana came up to Oregon for Anna and my graduation. Last November, we gathered to celebrate my aunt's wedding.

Jazzercise hat photo shoot: Nana, Nicole, Renee, and me, 2009

Venturing around San Francisco has been such a part of my life that I can't imagine not taking regular trips there. Even though I'm 24, I can't imagine what it will be like when I no longer have Nana.

During our four-day visit, we enjoyed delicious lunches, saw my aunt's play, stayed up late talking about memories, chatted with Nana's 93-year-old brother, had coffee with my cousin, and met my friend for lunch in the city. It wasn't an adventurous or busy trip, but it was meaningful in a different way.

On my last day, Nana told me stories in the living room. I voice recorded the moments I was most curious about –– her meeting my grandfather, her twenties, my dad as a little boy, the early memories of her grandchildren.

When we were done, we sat on her bed and watched a news report about the Freedom Riders. I had an hour until I needed to head to the airport, and I didn't want the day to end. Visits always seem too short.

I've been back in Portland since Monday, returning to the fast pace of work and life as a twenty-something. I will remember this trip well. As I sit in my own living room watching home videos of Nana with Anna and me, I say:

I'll love you forever,
I'll like you for always,
As long as I'm living
my Nana you'll be.

Me and Nana, 2011

Little Blondie

2011-05-05T22:31:00.000-07:00

The girl with golden ringlets danced and played about,

She was carefree and happy,

a ray of sunshine without a doubt.

That little girl grew older, into a fun-loving kid,

She chose to do things her own way,

much the way she does today.

2003 English class

Turning 24

2011-05-03T22:54:00.000-07:00

In the course of three weeks, I contemplated moving to New Orleans, interviewed for three summer jobs in the Portland area, completed a 40-hour domestic violence advocate training, received a job offer with a nearby newspaper, turned 24, and had my purse stolen from its perch behind my office desk.

What a whirlwind! Now, two days into my reporting position with The Sandy Post, I feel able to pause and enjoy the spring sunshine. Life is crazy and beautiful.

Damn, You're Good!

2011-04-16T16:45:00.000-07:00

"When you wake up every morning, look yourself in the mirror and say, 'Damn, you're good!'" Mrs. McDowell offered these words of wisdom to her sophomore English students at West Albany High School every year. At 15, I liked her idea but never followed through with it.

This week, I remembered "Damn, you're good!" and put it to practice. In addition to saying the phrase, I made a "Damn, you're good!" mixed CD. Hokey, yes, but also powerful––this has turned into one of the best weeks I can remember.

This week, I encourage you to take the Marge McDowell challenge: Get up every morning and say to yourself, "Damn, you're good!" It's a refreshing boost of confidence and energy.

The Damn, You're Good! Playlist

- Ain't No Mountain High Enough - Marvin Gaye
- All Star - Smash Mouth
- Can't Take My Eyes Off You - Lauryn Hill
- Foxey Lady - Jimi Hendrix
- Hot Stuff - Donna Summer
- I am Somebody - Santana
- It's Your Thing - Jackson 5
- Nothing Compares 2 U - Prince
- Respect - Aretha Franklin and Otis Redding versions
- Sexy Back - Justin Timberlake
- Signed, Sealed, Delivered - Stevie Wonder
- Thank You (Falettinme Be Mice Elf Agin) - Sly & The Family Stone
- Treat Her Like A Lady - Celine Dion
- Whatta Man - Salt-N-Pepa
- You Got It - Roy Orbison
- You Make My Dreams - Hall & Oates

Sundays in Sellwood

2011-04-10T14:25:00.000-07:00

I love my neighborhood. It's quirky and charming. Sundays, especially, are lovely in Sellwood. I feed the ducks at Westmoreland Park, grab a cup of coffee on Bybee St. and walk to the river with a book. On the way, I count treehouses and admire colorful houses.

My curiosity will eventually lead me to new cities, states and countries, but I'll always remember the times at the Sellwood townhouse fondly; it's been my best living arrangement yet.

Westmoreland Park

We have a plethora of cute cafes and boutiques

Creating a cozy work station and staying positive

2011-03-29T22:25:00.000-07:00

When you're looking for the next step, it's hard to maintain patience and positivity. I decided in the new year to create a more cozy work station and restrategize my day-to-day routine as a spirit lifter. It's amazing what some Billie Holiday Pandora, black and white photos and lunch-time adventures will do for work day happiness.

For a cozy work station, or "nest", as a friend once called it:

-Post pictures of your favorite people and memories, along with inspirational quotes
-Keep a meaningful card or valentine at your desk that you received from a loved one
-Write out your biggest dream/ goal on a sticky note and place it prominently on your computer screen
-Burn a candle if you're allowed and display a bouquet of flowers
-Create a Pandora account or bring a collection of CDs
-Tote an iPod to work if you file - it makes the task far more bearable
-Clean off your desk and computer regularly
-Add a cushion or pillow to your chair

While you're eagerly pursuing what's next:

-Master unusual dishwashing or coffee making techniques in the office kitchen
-Sit at your desk and eat breakfast/ drink coffee before you open your email inbox
-Read newspapers or magazines on your breaks, along with blogs about your field
-Find our where your nearest library is and spend your lunch break there delving into your big dreams
-Take a break-time stroll or walk up and down the stairs for some exercise
-Pretend it's your last week and you're trying to tie up loose ends and prepare for the next person
-Make your evenings joyful and enticing: [Volunteer, take a ZUMBA class, invite a friend to Happy Hour, pencil in an informational interview, attend a book talk, frolic at a concert, check out a neighborhood event, or prepare a new recipe.]

Most of all, "follow your soul and stick to the road that your heart wants you to go." - Paolo Nutini

This Little Light of Mine

2011-03-28T21:34:00.000-07:00

I'm gonna let it shine

Nancy Anderson original

Bright-eyed and Twinkle-toed

2011-03-24T17:37:00.000-07:00

It's hard not to feel down when the rain is endless, the 8-5 passionless and the momentum flightless. Lately I've been clamoring for change. An exciting job offer in Portland? A fall relocation to New Orleans? A 2012 volunteer experience in Latin America? I'm eager to make one of the three an inevitability.

Flux, a magazine I worked on the last term of college, had the theme, "Can't keep doing what we're doing" (coined by Keeley Harding). Many members of Gen Y feel similarly. I can't keep doing what I'm doing; we can't keep doing what we're doing. We've been accused of entitlement but I believe we crave a deeper meaning. I know I do.

I recently received a collaged postcard with a pair of feet covered in red paint and set against a blue sky. It's a comfort--a reminder of the life philosophy I learned during my summer adventures in Mississippi: Barefootin'.

"Barefootin’ means getting mud between your toes and dancing on the water! Your spirit is in your feet, and your spirit can run free." -Unita Blackwell with JoAnne Prichard Morris

My Big Fat Feminist Tuesday

2011-03-09T07:05:00.000-08:00

Spring Cleaning

2011-03-07T13:04:00.000-08:00

I have been cleaning through my closet and garage the past few weeks. I hate throwing anything away that can be reused, so my piles of stuff are slowly exiting the Sellwood manor as I find the proper places for 90's magazines, worn shoes, unneeded kitchen appliances, and extra clothes.

Today I took care of the clothes and was delighted to do so easily, on my lunch break. ARC of Multnomah County (and other communities) gladly accepts reusable clothing and small household items at its various donation sites around Portland. These donations "help support people with developmental disabilities to achieve a greater quality of life" and "the sale of these items generates more than 50% of ARC's annual operating budget."

For more information, or to schedule a free pick-up, call (503) 777-4736 or (1- 800) 379-2424.

A Twenty-something's Mind Aflutter

2011-03-05T10:31:00.000-08:00

Work, work, work. Build that 401K, pay your dues, embrace health insurance.

Venture, venture, venture. Volunteer in Latin America, fall in love in Bali, be a citizen of the world.

Date, date, date. Open your heart, scheme up unusual plans, remember the bad ones are writing material.

Read, read, read. Soak up all you couldn't in college, alternate your point of view, ravage the library.

Love, love, love. Reconnect with family, rekindle friendships, redefine it.

Dance, dance, dance. 80s, Contra, gay square dance.

Possibilities, possibilities, possibilities. Dwell in them, dismiss them not, realize they always exist.

Network, network, network. With mentors, with community members, with similarly passionate folks.

Be, be, be. You, you, you.

Why I Stand with Planned Parenthood

2011-02-27T11:41:00.000-08:00

My move to Portland was less than practical, inspired by a romantic spirit. Fresh out of college, I came here without a steady job, off my parents’ health insurance and madly in love. For a two-month stretch, I lived in a refurbished garage, scraped together income through nannying and writing, and received food stamps. I had a wonderfully supportive family who had catapulted me into adulthood without debt and with a healthy amount of savings; however, to be safe, I lived frugally. It was the most humbling time I have ever known.

That fall, I realized I was on my last pack of birth control from my university’s health center. Throughout college, the pill had cost $20 a month, which seemed quite affordable. On the private health insurance policy I had selected, I faced paying upwards of $50 a month. It seemed ridiculous to me that in being responsible, I faced such financial burdens. Panicked, I turned to an organization I had always supported: Planned Parenthood.

I, Lisa Kislingbury Anderson, stand with Planned Parenthood

Most doctors visits I found awkward and uncomfortable, especially for something as personal as annual exams and birth control. At Planned Parenthood, I felt nothing of the sort, but instead, empowerment and relief. Through a program called FPEP under which I qualified, the nurse was able to offer me a year’s worth of reduced cost birth control, an annual exam, a bag full of condoms, and STD testing/ cancer screening. I knew this was temporary assistance--that I would one day make generous donations to Planned Parenthood and pay the entirety of my own medical costs--but then I needed help.

I left the SE Portland office vowing to support Planned Parenthood with my time and efforts. I signed up to be a volunteer and would later join the development office’s Sexy Tuesday Committee. Beyond providing me affordable health care and birth control, Planned Parenthood provided me the opportunity to become an active community member and meet fellow progressives my age.

At my first volunteer work party, I met a spirited Wisconsin transplant, Hannah. While putting together condom packets, we discussed women’s studies, being new to Portland and our college towns. I knew quickly that we were kindred spirits. A year and a half later, I still volunteer with Hannah and consider her one of my dearest Portland friends. I should also mention that these months later, I now have a full-time job with benefits, live in a Sellwood townhouse with two roommates and am completely financially independent of my parents and government assistance.

Planned Parenthood puts on amazing fundraising events through its development office. Many of these I have worked on with the Sexy Tuesday Committee. In the last year, I’ve enjoyed the Regional Service Center grand opening, St. Patrick’s Day soiree, summer block party, wine night, and holiday party. Each event has brought together a lovely and strong community. Now, amid the House’s threats to defund family planning services, I understand how crucial these events are.

A simple message

I am ardently pro-choice and have been since I was conscious enough to make that determination. That does not mean I’m pro-abortion or hate babies. That does not mean I’m “evil and ignorant,” as a hostile high school classmate once wrote on my Facebook wall.

It means that I believe in a comprehensive sex education for middle and high schoolers. It means I endorse open and honest talks about sex and reproduction--among partnerships, among families, among classrooms, among churches, and among communities. It means I support taking birth control in sexually active relationships until you are ready, able and excited to care for a child with everything you’ve got. It means that I acknowledge the justified reasons for which a woman would seek an abortion––rape, incest, endangerment to her health––and want to minimize the need for abortions by increasing access to birth control, education and prenatal care.

It means I believe all people should have affordable access to reproductive health care. It means that I embrace every woman’s right to make decisions about her body. It means that at 23, I know I am not ready financially or emotionally to have a child and don’t know yet whether I will ever want to. It means that this is OK. It means that I can still celebrate those who choose to have babies and start families. It means that I stand firmly with Planned Parenthood.

Readings

Don't Let Them Kill Family Planning
Here's What Will Happen if We Cut Birth Control Funding in Oregon
Hundreds Rally Against Proposed Planned Parenthood Cuts
Rally for Planned Parenthood in NE Portland
Republicans' Assault on Women's Health Care
Stand with Planned Parenthood
The Siege of Planned Parenthood
The War on Women
Unintended Consequences
Women's Healthcare is Under Attack

Per Facebook post by Planned Parenthood Columbia Willamette: 8 Things You Can Do to Support Planned Parenthood

1) Go to www.istandwithplannedparenthood.org and sign the petition

2) Text “I Stand with PP” to 69866 and join its program to call your US Senators.

3) Thank your pro-choice Congress people for standing with Planned Parenthood.

4) Contact Senators Merkley and Wyden asking for their support in the Senate.

5) Sign up for a phone bank at Planned Parenthood to call other states and connect people directly to their US Senators. Email jennifer.keenan@ppcw.org to sign up.

6) Make a donation to Planned Parenthood support its efforts.

7) Join it on Facebook and Twitter: Planned Parenthood Advocates of Oregon and Planned Parenthood Columbia Willamette.

8) Speak out! Tell your friends, coworkers, and family why Planned Parenthood matters to you and what will happen if its funding is taken away

PPCW Upcoming Sexy Tuesday

2011-02-23T00:19:00.000-08:00

Way Back Into Love

2011-02-19T09:25:00.000-08:00

Last Monday was the best Valentine's Day I've had. For the first time in seven years, I didn't have a boyfriend or date but it didn't matter. I still felt happy and well loved, grateful and hopeful. I enjoy almost all holidays--any excuse for a celebration and party--but love Valentine's Day most and wish we paid it more reverence. New Year's Eve and Thanksgiving rank high, but what could be more important than celebrating love?

It's universal and timeless.

This year, I celebrated Valentine's Day with a week's worth of activities: a screening of VDay: Until the Violence Stops, The Portland State Vagina Monologues, a "Cheese-Ebration" party, a Pre-Valentine Au Salon Blow-out Event, Sunday morning brunch with my family at Rose's, and my house's VDay Below the Belt: A Sellwood Southern Lovin' Soiree.

One of my all-time favorite movies, Love Actually, sums up why I think Valentine's Day and the celebration of love is so important:

General opinion’s starting to make out that we live in a world of hatred and greed, but I don’t see that. It seems to me that love is everywhere. Often, it’s not particularly dignified or newsworthy, but it’s always there - fathers and sons, mothers and daughters, husbands and wives, boyfriends, girlfriends, old friends… If you look for it, I’ve got a sneaking suspicion… love actually is all around.

Thanks to my wonderful family, roomies and friends for being the loves of my life this year.

Our festive townhouse

A wonderful group of friends came to support Anna at PSU's Vagina Monologues

Dear friends at the Sellwood Southern Lovin' Soiree

With Anna and her lovely roomies

The best roomies and honorary roomie a woman could ask for

My Neighbor Esther

2011-02-16T22:49:00.000-08:00

The week before Thanksgiving, my elementary school always hosted a grandparents luncheon. Because my grandparents lived in Central Mass. and the SF Bay Area, I proudly walked my neighbor Esther Simmons through the halls of Takena Elementary. "Honorary Grandma" is an apt title for a woman who was present from my 1st birthday through my sister's high school graduation.

Esther and my Nana, Dottie, at our 2009 graduation party

I've been thinking a lot about Esther the past couple days. At 93, she's been in declining health the past five years and I've seen her sporadically amid college and my move to Portland. I learned from my mom last weekend that she is moving into an assisted living facility. As of yesterday, Esther no longer dwells in the home she lived in for 65 years.

I'm a Nana's girl through and through, but it's been a comfort to have Esther, a former first grade teacher, next door my whole life. When Anna and I were little, she brought over tubs of animal crackers, dolls with crocheted dresses, and trinkets for our playroom. We shared meals at our house, family celebrations and a lovely neighborhood.

My 1st grade birthday party

When we had a family tragedy, Esther watched over our cat Licorice and offered warm hugs. When she needed her lawn mowed or driveway swept, we pulled out the mower and rake. I'll never forget the many times our conglomeration of neighborhood kids trick-or-treated and caroled at Esther's.

One of my favorite memories of Esther, that I keep coming back to this week, is from Anna's graduation party. That day, our close friends, family and neighbors filled our backyard as my dad grilled salmon and my mom poured lemonade. There is something so wonderful about bringing together all the people you love, and that day was perfect and celebratory.

What touched me most was watching Nana and Esther. They had known each other since I was a baby and always enjoyed each other's company. They sat together in lawn chairs and chatted throughout the afternoon. When Esther was ready to go home, Nana, who's a few years younger and more steady on her feet, took her arm and walked her from our backyard to her front door.

I'm sad to see Esther move away, but grateful for my Honorary Grandma, friend and neighbor.

It's a beautiful day in this neighborhood,
A beautiful day for a neighbor,
Would you be mine?
Could you be mine?

It's a neighborly day in this beautywood,
A neighborly day for a beauty,
Would you be mine?
Could you be mine?

I have always wanted to have a neighbor just like you,
I've always wanted to live in a neighborhood with you.

So let's make the most of this beautiful day,
Since we're together, we might as well say,
Would you be mine?
Could you be mine?
Won't you be my neighbor?

Won't you please,
Won't you please,
Please won't you be my neighbor?

Won't You Be My Neighbor? Fred Rogers, 1967

Would You Harbor Me?

2011-02-11T07:42:00.001-08:00

Would you harbor me?
Would I harbor you?
Would you harbor me?
Would I harbor you?

Would you harbor a Christian, a Muslim, a Jew
a heretic, convict or spy?
Would you harbor a run away woman, or child,
a poet, a prophet, a king?
Would you harbor an exile, or a refugee,
a person living with AIDS?
Would you harbor a Tubman, a Garrett, A Truth
a fugitive or a slave?
Would you harbor a Haitian Korean or Czech,
a lesbian or a gay?

Would you harbor me?
Would I harbor you?
Would you harbor me?
Would I harbor you?

-Ysaye M. Barnwell ©1994

Finding Faith in the Churchless City

2011-02-09T07:26:00.000-08:00

I get anxious when someone asks me how I identify religiously. Most of my answers go like this: "I grew up Protestant, but in a congregation led by female ministers. I went on spring break service trips, but they were focused on social justice, not conversion. I 'preached' a sermon after graduating high school, but it was about camp, not lessons from The Bible." I sound unnecessarily defensive and afraid of being associated with evangelical Christianity. By answering this way, I miss out on an opportunity for conversation.

In college, I took a large step back from religion. I found making my way downtown to church on Sunday mornings more burdensome than enjoyable, especially after weekend parties. I couldn't listen to the Jesus and God language, even in an extremely liberal congregation. But six months out of school, navigating a new city and reeling off a break-up, I returned to church in one of the most unchurched cities.

It was the second weekend of December and the choir sang an incredible version of "In the Bleak Midwinter." I melted, quite embarrassingly, into tears. They ebbed and flowed the rest of the service, but no one minded. The elderly man next to me graciously shared his song book and squeezed my hand at the end of the service, saying, "It will be OK."

I will never forget the kindness a First Unitarian member extended to me that difficult December day. I find myself turned away from specific faith labels, especially living in an overwhelming atheist/ agnostic community like Portland and considering my views on political and social issues. Through the First Unitarian Church (a Unitarian Universalist congregation), though, I have found a community focused on love, compassion and social justice. The seven principles printed below especially resonate with me.

We affirm and promote:

The inherent worth and dignity of every person;
Justice, equity and compassion in human relations;
Acceptance of one another and encouragement to spiritual growth in our congregations;
A free and responsible search for truth and meaning;
The right of conscience and the use of the democratic process within our congregations and in society at large;
The goal of world community with peace, liberty, and justice for all;
Respect for the interdependent web of all existence of which we are a part.

Egypt: We Hear You!

2011-02-05T11:44:00.000-08:00

There's a Peace Rally in Pioneer Square from 1-3 p.m. today. Support the people of Egypt standing for their dignity and rights. Egypt: We Hear You!

For on-the ground coverage

Facebook Activism

Thursday Thoughts

2011-02-03T22:11:00.000-08:00

"I think the truth is that finding ourselves brings more excitement and well-being than anything romance has to offer, and somewhere we know that." -Gloria Steinem

Sisterhood

Journalism

Change

Hilarity

Personality

Peace

Community

VDay

Humanity

Creativity

February: Fresh, fabulous, fearless.

Panera Cares: Your Non-profit Community Cafe

2011-02-02T12:44:00.000-08:00

Since I last visited the Hollywood District Panera, it has transitioned from a restaurant to a "non-profit community cafe." The eatery exists on the premise of shared responsibility--those who can afford the suggested donation for their meals or coffee runs are encouraged to help fund the nonprofit while those who cannot are encouraged to pay what they can or donate an hour of service to the community.

I'm sitting in the cafe now, eating a bowl of broccoli cheddar soup and vowing to come here more often to support the cause. I'm delighted to know that those who are struggling in this neighborhood have an inviting place to come for meals, especially during the coldest, most dreary time of the year.

There are plenty of naysayers who don't think this is a viable set-up. Similar programs have failed before. You can't trust humanity to do the right thing. Yada, yada, yada.

As Panera states, "This is a cafe of shared responsibility. We are not about a hand out. We are about a hand up for those who really need it. In the end, our non-profit cafe can only survive if you support its mission... and each other." That's certainly a mission I will back and hope other Portlanders do, too.

Bowlcuts to Bowie: Golden Girls in Training

2011-02-01T22:54:00.000-08:00

Twenty years ago today, an elated three-year-old Lisa welcomed her baby sister into the world. From the matching bowlcut days to coordinating Bowie outfits last weekend, we've become an inseparable duo.

Friendships change, romance wanes, and everything these days seems to be in constant flux. My sister is my little bit of childhood that can never be lost (Marion Garretty).

{Someday, I hope we're a cross between the Red Hat Society and Golden Girls}

Save Takena: Campaign Thunderbird

2011-01-29T10:45:00.000-08:00

I teared up at work yesterday morning when I learned Takena Elementary may shut its doors next year. I don't know if we can save our beloved neighborhood school, but I want us alumni to mobilize and try our best to help. I started a Facebook group, Save Takena: Campaign Thunderbird. If you're a former Takena kid, parent, teacher, or community member who appreciates Takena's uniqueness, please "like" the page. On the wall, post your favorite memories, share your fundraising ideas, or post photos from your Takena years.

Takena Thunderbirds (now wolves but for old time's sake, the former) - birds of a feather, always and forever!

Jazzy January

2011-01-28T18:50:00.000-08:00

I usually loathe January--the ending of the holiday season, the dreariness of Oregon, the blah way January rolls off my tongue. My hatred runs so deep that last summer I stubbornly decided I would escape to Latin America Jan. 1, 2011.

But here I am, nearing the end of January in Portland. And, though it's not what I envisioned, I'm glad I've finally overcome my hatred of January. I believe in my heart of hearts that the adventures will come, along with career opportunities, but in the mean time I've discovered some ways to forge through the winter/ recession blues:

January 2011 has been unseasonably gorgeous in Portland, OR

• Exploring spirituality - I've found a local congregation that emphasizes social justice, critical thought and diverse faith traditions. In one of the least churched cities, I've started to attend services on a weekly basis.

• Walking outside at least ten minutes a day - During the winter, I find it so important to see daylight and be outside, even if it's rainy and cold. I've taken to lunch-time walking excursions in the Hollywood District, where there's a nearby library, boutique shops and consignment stores.

• Concerts - Amos Lee and The Ghost of a Saber Tooth Tiger. I've also taken to creating playlists, making mix CDs and exploring genres I wouldn't ordinarily touch, like alt country.

• Reading voraciously - I no longer go anywhere without a book, magazine or newspaper. I also no longer allow myself to finish a book without starting the next.

• Dreaming - I spend many moments daydreaming but have decided in January to act on dreams. I want to go to grad school, so I finally called up PSU's communications department. I want to road-trip across the country, so I finally mapped out my contacts in each state. I want to find meaningful employment, so I finally charted ways I can develop my skills and conduct informational interviews in my free hours.

• Groupon-ing and visiting new-to-me places - I'd always heard about Bob's Red Mill in Milwaukie. I finally made the trip this week and realized the adorable site that serves both breakfast and lunch is only 10 minutes from my house. Groupons and Living Social deals are also great ways to cheaply explore Portland.

Now, for one of my favorites: The fiery, passionate month. Bring the love, February!

I am an Emotional Creature by Eve Ensler

2011-01-26T23:04:00.000-08:00

I love being a girl.
I can feel what you're feeling
as you're feeling it inside
the feeling
before.
I am an emotional creature.
Things do not come to me
as intellectual theories or hard-shaped ideas.
They pulse through my organs and legs
and burn up my ears.
I know when your girlfriend's really pissed off
even though she appears to give you what
you want.
I know when a storm is coming.
I can feel the invisible stirrings in the air.
I can tell you he won't call back.
It's a vibe I share.

I am an emotional creature.
I love that I do not take things lightly.
Everything is intense to me.
The way I walk in the street.
The way my mother wakes me up.
The way I hear bad news.
The way it's unbearable when I lose.

I am an emotional creature.
I am connected to everything and everyone.
I was born like that.
Don't you dare say all negative that it's a
teenage thing
or it's only only because I'm a girl.
These feelings make me better.
They make me ready.
They make me present.
They make me strong.

I am an emotional creature.
There is a particular way of knowing.
It's like the older women somehow forgot.
I rejoice that it's still in my body.

I know when the coconut's about to fall.
I know that we've pushed the earth too far.
I know my father isn't coming back.
That no one's prepared for the fire.

I know that lipstick means
more than show.
I know that boys feel super-insecure
and so-called terrorists are made, not born.
I know that one kiss can take
away all my decision-making ability
and sometimes, you know, it should.

This is not extreme.
It's a girl thing.
What we would all be
if the big door inside us flew open.
Don't tell me not to cry
To calm it down
Not to be so extreme
To be reasonable.
I am an emotional creature.
It's how the earth got made.
How the wind continues to pollinate.
You don't tell the Atlantic Ocean
to behave.

I am an emotional creature.
Why would you want to shut me down
or turn me off?
I am your remaining memory.
I am connecting you to your source.
Nothing's been diluted.
Nothing's leaked out.
I can take you back.

I love that I can feel the inside
of the feelings in you,
even if it stops my life
even if it hurts too much
or takes me off track
even if it breaks my heart.
It makes me responsible.
I am an emotional
I am an emotional, devotional
incandotional creature.
And I love, hear me,
love love love
being a girl.

Celebrating Choice

2011-01-25T22:32:00.000-08:00

Following the 38th anniversary of Roe V. Wade, I'm celebrating the freedom of choice.

Sometimes

2011-01-19T23:36:00.000-08:00

... it's better to dance in the rain than carry an umbrella.

... it's blush-inducing and lovely to watch someone serenade a coffee shop.

... it's more enjoyable to make soup with a best friend than go on a date.

... you don't know what's next but you feel a tingling of change coming.

Portlandia Premiere

2011-01-15T19:23:00.000-08:00

My friends and I excitedly left work Friday for the premiere of Portlandia. The new IFC series pokes fun at Portland culture and its trailer, The Dream of the 90s is Alive in Portland, left us in stitches last month. Dressed in our ripped tights, skinny jeans, flannel, beanies, glasses, and hoodies, we enjoyed Rogue ales and the divey ambiance of the Hollywood Theater before our evening entertainment began.

Our MC, an odd fellow clad in a homemade Blazers jersey and Mexican poncho, got the sold-out crowd in the Portlandia mood with jokes about kale-laced weed and how a helmet comes in a Portlander's "welcome kit." Ian Carmelo [CORRECTION 2/27/11-- IAN KARMEL], a local comedian, followed with a hysterical slew of jokes before bringing Mayor Sam Adams on stage for a municipal proclamation:

January 14th 2011 - Portlandia in Portland for Portlanders day in Portland

I laughed heartily throughout the two episodes we prescreened and enjoyed hearing some Q & A with Carrie Brownstein. I think the feminist bookstore sketch is my favorite thus far but we'll see as the series progresses. It's fun to see so much hype around this city and embrace Portland in all its eccentricity.

After the show we walked outside to be greeted by the mayor and the man who sings, "Tattoo ink never runs dry," in the trailer. It felt like a Portland celeb fest in front of the Hollywood. For this group of twenty somethings, it was a fabulous way to assert our Portland pride.

The older the fiddler, the sweeter the tune

2011-01-13T07:12:00.000-08:00

On my first day of first grade, I noticed a new girl walk into the classroom wearing a purple outfit. In a small school like Takena, having a new classmate was always exciting and if she wore bright colors she was instantly cool in my book. Mrs. Vendetti introduced the new girl as Nicole Webb that September day in 1993. Seventeen and a half years later, I still call her my best friend.

Happy 24th Birthday, Nicole!

Tree climbing, park playing

Dress-up always, always

Familia, amigos, parties, road trips, milestones

Ducks together, birds of a feather

No Impact Week

2011-01-11T22:11:00.000-08:00

Last week I participated in YES! Magazine's No Impact Week. The international and environmental project was founded in the spring of 2009, inspired by the No Impact Man. Each day, participants tackled an aspect of their carbon footprint. We concluded with an Eco Sabbath or a day to reflect upon the week and contemplate ways to reform our habits.

The week went as follows:

Sunday = Consumption
Monday = Trash
Tuesday = Transportation
Wednesday = Food

Thursday = Energy
Friday = Water
Saturday = Giving Back
Sunday = Eco-Sabbath

My No Impact shortfalls availed themselves over the eight days. Among them: I leave the water running too long when I brush my teeth, I drive to work daily because I'm not a morning person and rather sleep twenty more minutes than catch a bus, and I amass massive amounts of brochures and pamphlets that are never referred to again.

Drawn from No Impact Week's suggestions and my own brainstorming, here are some of my ideas for becoming a more healthy, conscious citizen of the world (beginning in Portland, OR):

-Buy predominantly fresh food from local grocers or farmers markets

-Eliminate meat, corn syrup and overly processed foods from diet

-Employ natural remedies and use environmentally friendly cleaning products, such as baking soda

-Drive less and bike more and/or use public transit, for which Portland is well known

-Plant a garden

-Compost

-Hang dry clothes only

-Do not use paper towels/tissues--use air dryers and hankies instead. Toilet paper; however, I refuse to give up just yet.

-Recycle gift bags and paper

-Take less brochures/pamphlets--all of this info should be online, too

-Host a clothing swap for friends

-Pack gym back, extra set of clothes and toiletries in car to minimize trips or case you need to stay elsewhere

-Take shorter showers and turn water off while brushing teeth

-Send old magazines to a place that could use them for collage material or archives

-Use homemade cards only

-Pick up more trash

-Invest in a Diva Cup instead of tampons--a phenomenal alternative

-Volunteer more on weekend days for organizations that put you out of your comfort zone

-Frequent Saturday Market and Gifts for a Better World

-Donate clothes to ARC

-Online Bill Pay

{photos/illustrations from No Impact Week website}

Radical words, powerful bodies

2010-12-30T21:16:00.000-08:00

I mounted a 24 Hour Fitness elliptical tonight. To my right was a tanned and toned woman in a color-coordinated spandex outfit. To my left was a limber man triple my age in petite red shorts. It would be easy in that moment to feel physically inadequate, but instead I focused my thoughts on becoming stronger. The creeping narcissistic insecurities left me as I thought about a piece I had recently read in World Pulse Magazine. One line is particularly striking:

"I often think that one of the most radical societal shifts we could imagine would be a world where all women and girls feel free and powerful in their bodies, all the time." -Jensine Larsen

Travel

2010-12-22T23:23:00.000-08:00

2010

Jackson, Mississippi

NEW ORLEANS, LOUISIANA

up and down 1-5

San Francisco

CAMPING

2011

MEXICO/LATIN AMERICA

undiscovered Oregon gems

Seattle, Washington

?????

Dear Young Thing

2010-12-21T20:28:00.000-08:00

Peace Rally

2010-12-19T20:15:00.000-08:00

A call for love and understanding in the heart of Portland

Seasons of Love

2010-12-18T20:23:00.000-08:00

Jaunt between Pioneer Courthouse Square and Old Town during the holidays. The juxtaposition of wealthy city dwelling and cardboard sign poverty is stinging. Today it left me disheartened.

• How do I make a more committed effort to help alleviate the injustices that plague my city?

• How do I get stirred from my own existence to care so deeply that I sacrifice some of my comfort and abundance?

• How do I do these things without loosing idealism?

Social justice-focused organizations I would like to volunteer for in 2011:
Hands on Greater Portland
Sisters of the Road
Social Justice programming at First Unitarian of Portland
Street Roots

#Reverb10 - Wisdom, Things, Body Integration, and Action

2010-12-11T14:41:00.000-08:00

Prompt #20: Prompt: Beyond avoidance. What should you have done this year but didn't because you were too scared, worried, unsure, busy or otherwise deterred from doing? (Bonus: Will you do it?)

- Apply to Peace Corps

- Visit Mexico

- Conduct more informational interviews

- Share feelings openly

- Take more chances

- Exercise and have a bikini ready bod by summer 2011, not to look good but to feel good

Yes, yes, yes!

Prompt #19: Prompt: Healing. What healed you this year? Was it sudden, or a drip-by-drip evolution? How would you like to be healed in 2011? Focusing on my friendships and becoming involved in a church healed me in 2010. In 2011, I would like to throw healing energy toward my health and fitness.

Prompt #18: Try. What do you want to try next year? Getting a tattoo

Prompt #17: Lesson Learned. What was the best thing you learned about yourself this past year? And how will you apply that lesson going forward? I learned that I don't want my job/ work to define me. I also learned that I don't want to work a position that completely consumes other parts of my life. This means a traditional newsroom, the place I always pictured myself, is not necessarily my greatest fit. Going forward I will focus on experiences and opportunities that allow me to be passionate and involved in my community, as that, more than anything, defines me.

Prompt #16: Friendship. How has a friend changed you or your perspective on the world this year? Was this change gradual, or a sudden burst? This year, I have surrounded myself with a group of outgoing, confident and vibrant women. Strong, true female friends are so inspiring. I've learned from them that deep love and connection manifests itself in all sorts of forms--not just romantic relationships.

Prompt #15: 5 minutes. Imagine you will completely lose your memory of 2010 in five minutes. Set an alarm for five minutes and capture the things you most want to remember about 2010. PPCW Grand Opening • MLK Weekend in Eugene • Lingering love • NOLA| Jackson, MS adventure • Dancing on the waterfront at Blues Fest • Summer happy hours • Last Thursday • Job searching • Dreaming • Run for Congo Women • Pumpkin patch/ Hocus Pocus/ Pizza party • Entertaining dates • Queer Prom • Vagina Monologues • Stargazing • Bike riding • 80s Night • New friends • New roomies • Halloween extravaganza • Marti Gras birthday party • Au Salon Labor Day weekend campout • Weddings up the wazoo • First punk show • Thanksgiving cocktail party celebration • Vinyl • Artists • Unexpected connections • Wine • Rediscovery • Cat sitting • Volunteering • Sellwood • Hair dye experimentation • Voodoo Donuts

Prompt #14: Appreciate. What’s the one thing you have come to appreciate most in the past year? Being happily single, young and city-dwelling.

Prompt #13: Action. What's your next step? Pursuing my next job and focusing on big dreams.

Prompt #12: Body integration. This year, when did you feel the most integrated with your body?

I felt most integrated with my body at the Blues Festival last Fourth of July weekend. My friends and I concluded a festive weekend of events on the waterfront with spirited dancing.

Prompt #11: What are 11 things your life doesn’t need in 2011?

1) Pessimism

2) Stagnant, apathetic people

3) Overeating/ drinking

4) "Men children"

5) Consumerism

6) Doom & gloom commentary about the job market and state of journalism

7) Jealousy and comparisons of my life to others'

8) Self-righteousness and arrogance

9) Bucket lists without a healthy number of check marks

10) Fear

11) Insecurity

Prompt #10: What was the wisest decision you made this year, and how did it play out?

This year I decided to stop worrying about what others think of me and faced my greatest weaknesses. From work I've cultivated a thick skin, from driving 99E I've learned patience, from job search rejection I've felt humble, and from unexpected twists I've become less stubborn.

Party Prompt - #Reverb10

2010-12-11T13:11:00.000-08:00

December 9 – Party Prompt: What social gathering rocked your socks off in 2010?

This year my sister started working at a fabulous salon on NW 23rd. Subsequently, I have became an "Au Salon groupie," accompanying her to a fall wedding, Labor Day weekend campout and Halloween party. I have also begun to frequent the Salon for cuts, weaves, styles, and hair events. As someone who does not consider herself particularly stylish or savvy with make-up and hair, I am delighted to receive such a warm welcome to the group. Au Salon knows how to throw a shindig!

Me, Anna and her coworkers Caity and Amelie at the fall wedding

#Reverb10

2010-12-08T23:50:00.000-08:00

Reflect on the year and manifest what's next

To catch up on the first eight prompts, I'm writing single line responses.

1) One Word - Encapsulate 2010 in one word: Fearless. Word you want to capture 2011: Sparkling.

2) Writing - What doesn't contribute to your writing? Regimented routine. Hello, 8 a.m.

3) Moment - When did you feel most alive this year? Celebrating with family at a cocktail party in San Francisco Thanksgiving Weekend.

4) Wonder - How did you cultivate a sense of wonder this year? By releasing inhibitions and letting my spirit run wild.

5) Let Go - What (or whom) did you let go this year? Man children.

6) Make - What was the last thing you made? Green enchiladas from scratch.

7) Community - Where have you discovered community in 2010? Women's organizations - Young Women Social Entrepreneurs, Run for Congo Women, World Pulse Media, The Global Kitchen, Dining For Women, and Planned Parenthood.

8) Beautifully different - What makes you different? I give a damn and show up.

A Modeling Foray

2010-12-03T23:17:00.000-08:00

"Girl, we're gonna get you looking all hot and funky!" a flamboyant man named Dustin told me early Friday morning with an infectious giggle. Slightly overwhelmed, I stared at his penciled-in eyebrows and drank a huge cup of creamless coffee to keep myself conscious.

As he smeared bright turquoise pastels across my eyelids and traced my eyebrows with a thick brown pencil, Dustin recognized me.

"You were the girl in the bright red dress at Chick Ball, weren't cha?" he asked, mischievously.

"Uh... Yes! How'd you know?"

"I was the one in the tall black and white heels with the long, red hair," he replied, and I remembered how fabulous he looked as one of the drag queens the previous Saturday.

Sage, our assistant to the editor came in and out of the small [FLY] studio that she oversaw and turned on some Girl Talk mashup as Dustin applied my make-up. I couldn't stop staring at my reflection with amusement and wondered why I was typecast as the wild girl for a alt weekly fashion shoot.

Well, how did I get to be the '80s seductress?

While my fellow fashionistas dressed in elegant, preppy outfits, I wore hot pink spandex pants with a bright blue short dress, gray high top shoes, a trucker hat, and "bling-bling."

Josh, the tiny photographer with a colorful ponytail, asked me to seductively sprawl across a library table at Millsaps, throw my leg in the air, and smack my hands down on a paper puncher. "Come on girl, show me your aggression!" he said in his high-pitched, sassy drawl. "Let's throw some papers in the air."

And so went my fashion shoot foray for the back-to-school issue of the Free Press. In one pose, I looked hungover, draped across a table lined with food, my eyes shut, pretending to drool.

In the last, I wore a bright green satin micro-mini dress with a jeweled neckline and super tall silver stilettos. Sage and Stephanie, our organizers, fretted that we would moisten the pits of our tops in our outdoor scene.

"Look nice but most importantly, remember not to sweat!" they said. "Not allowed!"

We three models jumped into a mess of shrubbery for the party shot and our heels dug deep into the mud. Luckily, they were protected by masking tape. "Come on ladies! Dance around!" Dustin told us as he blasted "Apple Bottom Jeans" from his cell phone and he and Sage shook their butts for inspiration.

"Let's see some booty dancing!" photo man Josh hollered. "Go craaaaazy."

"What the hell? I'm already in a ridiculously short dress and wearing a huge side pony tail," I thought to myself. I threw my arms and humped the air with gusto, shaking what our directors termed my "groove thang."

[I'm currently searching for the photos from said photo shoot that were taken August of 2008 in Jackson, MS]

Hello, my name is Lisa and I love posters

2010-12-02T22:04:00.000-08:00

The biggest thing I miss about my college job is making posters and planning events for students. Who doesn't love a little rubber cement and tempera paints?

Express Yourself

2010-11-30T20:49:00.000-08:00

I perused my childhood bedroom during Thanksgiving and found a ton of my old artwork, most of which was produced at JumpstArt, a precollege summer performing and visual arts program for high school students. I spent hours drawing, painting, sculpting, designing, and imagining as a kid. I wanna get back in touch with that carefree, creative spirit, especially through my writing and day-to-day habits. Charles Wright's "Express Yourself" is great inspiration.

{Express Yourself!
Express Yourself!

You don't never need help from nobody else
All you got to do now:
Express Yourself!

What ever you do, uh, do it good, uh
What ever you do, do , do, Lord, Lord, do it good
All right...

It's not what you look like, when you're doin' what you're doin'
It's what you're doin' when you're doin' what you look like you're doin'!

Express Yourself!
Express Yourself!}

Happy Thanksgiving Weekend

2010-11-24T13:05:00.000-08:00

With love,

The Dress-up Queens {who love imitating the Red Hat Society and marching in holiday parades}

Letting go of 22 was hard

2010-11-17T02:01:00.000-08:00

... but as I'll follow-up, 23 has been one of my best years yet. My post from March 2010:

I’m not ready to relinquish being 22. This is the first year of my life I’ve wanted to preserve––in all its vulnerability and possibility. As a Trader Joe’s clerk so perfectly said today, “You’re only 22? You have so many adventures left ahead of you!”

It’s been almost a year since I turned 22 and graduated from the UO. I reminisce about roadtripping along the California coast with my best friends, dancing all night at my Retro Prom Birthday Party, falling in love with a fellow journalist, and reporting the most rewarding story of my career. Everything was on the brink of change and I clamored to hold onto the familiarity of college.

Five days after graduation, like many Millennials, I found myself in a strangely foreign hometown, cohabitating with my parents. Fiercely independent and eager to fight the meager job market, I moved up to Portland less than two months later for a live-in nanny position. My bedroom turned out to be a “refurbished” garage and I listened to far more Taylor Swift than I bargained for.

In the last eight months, I have painted houses, reared other people’s children, telecommuted for a website, fried Chipotle chips, canvassed for Measures 66 & 67, written and edited for a men’s lifestyle magazine, delved into international women’s issues as a Global Kitchen volunteer, and assisted three court-appointed attorneys.

My move to Portland was impulsive and inspired by a romantic spirit, but it has turned out to be one of the greatest decisions of my life. As my new favorite quote reads: “We must be willing to let go of the life we’ve planned to have the life that is waiting for us.”

I can only imagine what my 23rd year will bring. But in the meantime, I’ll revel in being 22.

Vision Collage

2010-11-16T13:52:00.000-08:00

I finally finished up my vision collage--a piece I've been adding to since July. I imagine I'll add more in the coming weeks and months but I think I've covered the majority of things I envision for myself in the next stretch. The collage is now posted to my bedroom door as a daily reminder of my dreams and goals.

Some catch phrases

Goodbye inhibitions

make/shift

Natural Beauty - look as good as you feel

This is what a feminist looks like

The independent edge

Artistic elegance

Never hide

find your magic

The language of strangers

Giving matters

how does your garden grow?

Talk yourself up a new job

emotional cleansing

United we Serve

Birds of a Feather

A Journal in Revolution

Let your career take flight

Who owns your identity

Buy flowers

OPPORTUNITY | COLLABORATION

Mermaids

2010-11-13T22:22:00.000-08:00

I have always found mermaids enchanting. I think it's because I loved swimming from an early age and became mesmerized with Ariel's character in The Little Mermaid. I'm now contemplating their mythological representation as strong women icons. I especially love this mermaid who hangs from my bedroom doorknob and reminds me, "Be yourself everyone else is already taken." -Oscar Wilde

My whimsical, beaded art creature

2010-11-12T20:40:00.000-08:00

"That little art man of yours (hanging from my rearview mirror) shows your artistic personality." -Jayden, the 8-year-old girl I used to nanny. It's always interesting how little trinkets showcase our personalities without us realizing––how other perceive our spirits and can pin our characteristics so aptly.

Mementos

2010-11-12T20:16:00.000-08:00

I think this time of year inevitably conjures memories and nostalgia––topics I often wax poetic on and consume myself contemplating. My desk drawers are filled with photos, love letters, cards, fortunes, ticket stubs, and quotes cut from programs. I have an eclectic library of books; piano sheet music; tons of paints, colored pencils and crayons; dress-up clothes dating back to the early 90s; magazines I love; and journals filled with random ideas and moments. I love that these mementos conjure such rich and vibrant memories.

Of my first Blazers game...

Unexpectedly falling in love...

Strolling through Portland with my family...

Rediscovering my spirituality at the Unitarian Church...

Hearing people I most admire speak in my community...

Meals shared with best friends and folks I haven't seen in ages...

I recently discovered Eryn Loeb's work on nostalgia via Bitch Magazine and absolutely love it.

All Children are Artists

2010-11-11T16:20:00.000-08:00

I've been ruminating this week on a famous Picasso quote, “All children are artists. The problem is how to remain an artist once he [she] grows up.” Last week, several child clients came into my office, leaving artwork that now decorates my work station. When offered crayons and markers, the kids didn't hesitate. So why are we so quick to say we're not creative or not able to produce something beautiful?

Sexy Tuesday Martini Holiday Party

2010-11-09T20:30:00.000-08:00

Dec. 7th 6:30-9 p.m. @ New Deal Distillery

To Write or Do

2010-11-07T21:19:00.000-08:00

Four years ago, I distinctly remember my friend explaining why she dropped her journalism major.

“I want to be doing amazing things––not writing about people doing amazing things,” she said.

Although I know journalists do amazing things and don’t merely write about them, I understand where she was coming from. My work during the last five years has made me ponder the difference between doing and writing.

I think it’s a tricky balance to be civically involved in your community and report on it. I know some journalists who pull off the balance beautifully, but they’ve all told me that they have to conceal parts of their souls (strong political leanings and activism in groups promoting social issues) to remain professional in their positions. This sometimes limits the amazing things they’re able to take part in as participants instead of journalists.

I’m curious how editors and columnists fit into this dilemma. Do they have more room to express their political views and outside involvement freely? Once they have divulged their opinions in columns can they transition into writing news and features? How about vice versa, with news and feature writers? To what degree must journalists conceal parts of themselves to maintain professionalism?

To write or Do?

Russell Davies' How to be Interesting

2010-11-06T23:28:00.000-07:00

I came across Russell's ideas in my magazine journalism sequence. I love all of these suggestions and have tried to employ them during the last few months. My current position may not be related to my passions and prior experience, but focusing on how I can be interesting in other aspects of my life has been freeing. I would encourage all recent grads and folks amid life changes to heed Russell's advice.

How to be Interesting

1. Take at least one picture everyday. Post it to flickr.

2. Start a blog. Write at least one sentence every week.

3. Keep a scrapbook.

4. Every week, read a magazine you’ve never read before.

5. Once a month interview someone for 20 minutes, work out how to make them interesting. Podcast it.

6. Collect something.

7. Once a week sit in a coffee-shop or cafe for an hour and listen to other people’s conversations. Take notes. Blog about it. (Carefully)

8. Every month write 50 words about one piece of visual art, one piece of writing, one piece of music and one piece of film or TV. Do other art forms if you can. Blog about it.

9. Make something.

10. Read.

The Garbo Girl

2010-11-03T23:55:00.000-07:00

I came across this illustrated short story, "The Garbo Girl," in an anthology about women's lives and friendships. I identify with it completely.

BY MOLLY KIELY, SECRETS & CONFIDENCES

"I tend to live in a world of my own creation. I enjoy sparkling conversation and dinner parties and intense talks. I am a compassionate girl. Yet I feel no need to agree, conform or sympathize ... I know I'll be one of those eccentric old ladies in a colorful cottage who talks to birds and arranges her dolls for tea at three 'cos it's fun, not because she thinks they're real (altho' by then, who knows). ... and that's perfectly fine by me."

Today's Question

2010-11-03T00:32:00.000-07:00

On the days I'm not able to sit down and write, I contemplate a question or create a list. Tonight I drift off to sleep asking,

"What makes your heart soar?"

Rekindled compassion

2010-11-02T00:21:00.000-07:00

To kill time and fill my belly before phone banking for the election, I bundled up in my raincoat and ran to Subway. Tucked in a corner booth, I inhaled my salad while doodling in my planner and setting goals for November. Twenty minutes later, a tall man dressed in baggy jeans and a torn leather jacket called me over while I was en route to Planned Parenthood.

"Hey sister!" he said, pulling out sticks of incense from his canvas bag and offering them to me. "Can you spare $1.50 to feed my baby?"

My list of "self-actualization steps" and internal debate about which Living Social deal of the day to purchase suddenly felt frivolous. I whined to myself how tired I was and eager for a job in my field; the man before me was fretting over how he'd feed his little boy.

Living in a city plagued with homelessness has toughened my sense of compassion. Something about this man and his family clenched at my heart, though. He could have been lying or posing with the woman and child, but for whatever reason, I pulled out the only cash in my pocket and placed it in his palm.

"Thank you sister!" the man said. "This little man is going to be great some day, you know?"

I believed the earnest spirit in his words. The brightness in his son's eyes. The feeling that my sense of compassion had been rekindled.

The best job I've ever had

2010-10-31T13:55:00.001-07:00

A perfect pairing of creativity and collaboration

What Makes a Person Interesting?

2010-10-30T14:45:00.000-07:00

My friend Taimi once wrote, "A terrible curiosity and a complete inability to say "no" has led me become the opportunist I am today." One of my long term goals is to be an interesting person with colorful stories. As a writer, I constantly contemplate the little quirks and life details that make people intriguing. Today, I made a quick list of things I've done in my life that have made great writing fodder and sparked engaging conversations.

-Modeled 80's wild child clothing for a photo shoot

-Preached a sermon in my hometown congregation
-Interned a summer at Mississippi's only alt weekly

-Lived in a refurbished garage and worked as a nanny

-Speed Dated and met a long lasting college sweatheart

-Spent five spring breaks on service trips across the country

-Call Dr. Quinn Medicine Woman my all-time favorite TV show

-Played the Stepmother in my third grade rendition of "Cinderella"

-Lived with a beloved writer-editor-publisher and the love of Willie Morris' life

What do you consider most interesting about yourself? What makes you most interested in others?

My Favorite Halloween Costume

2010-10-28T23:19:00.000-07:00

She's Making History, Working For Victory

Hardware Store Perusing

2010-10-25T17:48:00.000-07:00

Last spring, my 87-year-old Nana jokingly advised me to frequent swanky hardware stores in pursuit of Mr. Right. "I read about a great one in the Pearl District," she told me. “You never know who you’ll come across.” While I don't believe in the idea of searching for the "right" person, Nana’s logic resonates with me. I was reminded today amid a serendipitous encounter that the more we throw ourselves out there and take risks, the more possibility and opportunity we create in our lives. Instead of calling the maintenance person the moment something goes awry in my duplex, I'm going to do a little research and head to that Pearl District hardware store. I may not meet “Mr. Right” but I could pick up some valuable skills in the process. And should a romance of some sort spark, I'm sure Nana will approve.

Smart and sassy better than skimpy

2010-10-23T22:15:00.000-07:00

The sexy Halloween costume is debated endlessly this season. Independent feminist media encourage women to move beyond the expected Sexy Fill-in-the-blank while mainstream publications are filled with ads boasting the plastic, over-priced vixen costumes. Two years ago, I wrote a column, Smart and sassy better than skimpy, for my college daily about this topic. The women I interviewed made their own costumes––a battered stock market, literal gold digger and Audrey Hepburn––for less than $20 each. My opinion is that whatever you decide to dress up as, you should be creative and make your own costume.

Cruella De Vil and Little Boo Peep

There are safe places for overt sexuality, like at the Rocky Horror Picture Show, A Pure Romance Party, or on a romantic getaway, but meat market bars, wild house parties and downtown streets do not create a safe space for expressing it. I love fishnets, heels and red lipstick but believe in reserving sultry dress and make-up for nights other than Halloween when it's not expected and cliched. If you do decide upon a sexy costume, I hope you create your own, as there's often a plethora of women dressed in the same beer maiden or bumblebee costume.

Portland stores

• Red Light

• Goodwill

A list of costumes

• Cheshire Cat

• Mermaid

• Queen of Hearts

• Flapper

• Rosie the Riveter

• Southern Belle

• Miss Match

• Cleopatra

• Mary, Mary Quite Contrary

• Diva

• Ursula

• Levitating Genie

• Kissing Booth

• One Night Stand

• Suffragette

• Frida Kahlo

• Joan of Arc

• Holy Cow

• Miss Conception

• Freak of Nature

• Drama Queen

• Fortune Teller

• Chiquita Banana

• California Raisin

• Tammy Faye Bakker

• Piñata

• Carmen Miranda

• Spelling Bee

• Beatnik

The Color Purple

2010-10-21T00:08:00.000-07:00

I’ll never forget the day I wore a purple sweatshirt to middle school and witnessed blatant homophobia for the first time.

“That’s a gay color. You shouldn’t wear that!” a girl exclaimed. I already felt self-conscious in art class, having unintentionally learned the significance of my birthday by drawing 4/20 on an about me poster. I knew I identified as an ally to the LGBT community but couldn’t find the words or courage to express that.

Instead, I blushed, swore I’d never wear the sweatshirt again and returned to my painting, wishing desperately I had something on underneath besides a sports bra and thin tank top. I now cringe, disappointed in my teenage self for letting the ignorant comment of a vapid tween go unchecked.

I can’t go back and confront my classmate, nor can I redo my pitiful performance as an ally. No more submitting to silence. Today I wear purple. Today I recommit myself as an ally.

LGBT resources in the Portland community:
• Basic Rights Oregon
• Just Out
• LGBT Travel Portland
• PSU Queer Resource Center
• Q Center
• Resources PDX
• Sexual Minority Youth Resource Center

National Teen Dating Violence Awareness and Prevention Week

2010-10-19T22:38:00.000-07:00

In 2006, Congress passed a bill to dedicate the first week of February as National Teen Dating Violence Awareness and Prevention Week.

I think this was an excellent step in the right direction to acknowledge that abuse–– mentally, emotionally, physically, and sexually–– is unacceptable, wrong and cannot coexist with love.

The statistics on the prevalence of teen dating violence, even with a margin of error and discrepancies between studies, are astronomical. These statistics stand on their own, disparate from domestic violence.

Teen dating violence threatens young people's health and future; if young people are not adequately taught by parents, educators, peers and society about what constitutes abuse and how to instead form healthy, striving relationships, they are in peril of choosing abusive partners for the longer run.

For my information gathering course about about teen dating violence education, I argued that the federal Department of Education should mandate healthy relationship curriculum in high schools to combat dating violence among teens. Honestly, I don't know the best answer for how we can address this issue. But I know we must sustain our efforts.

Whether a community bands together to address abuse or whether it takes the intervention of a government body to implement more thorough and standardized interpersonal relationship education, we all could use a reminder that there are far too many around us who are silently suffering at the hands of a significant other. This affects not only those individuals, but us as well. If our brothers and sisters are being hurt, than as a humanity, part of us is aching.

Why is this chapter of life so painstakingly common among teens, particularly young women? Part of taking away victimization in abusive relationships is claiming one's responsibility for not breaking free sooner and for not following one's intuition. It's equally important for us to stand up for ourselves, our family members and our friends––to confront our loved ones and use tough love when we know they are being hurt and are unable to see or acknowledge it.

It's important for us to not tolerate abusive behaviors or subtle portrayals of abuse that can seep into our minds and make us think that it's socially acceptable. It's vital that we role model healthy relationships with others and set boundaries with those who hurt us and are often hurting inside from being abused themselves.

Wear Purple Wednesday, Oct. 20th

2010-10-19T01:32:00.000-07:00

I received this e-mail from the University of Oregon's LGBT Education Support Service Program and wanted to post it publicly. I will proudly don purple this Wednesday and hope you will, too.

On October 20th, 2010, we will wear purple in honor of the 8 teenagers who committed suicide in recent weeks/months due to homophobic abuse in their homes at at their schools. Purple represents Spirit on the LGBTQ flag and that’s exactly what we’d like all of you to have with you: spirit. Please know that times will get better and that you will meet people who will love you and respect you for who you are, no matter your sexuality. Please wear purple on October 20th. Tell your friends, family, co-workers, neighbors and schools. RIP Tyler Clementi, Asher Brown, Seth Walsh, Justin Aaberg,Eric Mohat, Meredith Rezak, Raymond Chase and Billy Lucas. You are loved.

Please know that times will get better and that you will meet people who will love you and respect you for who you are, no matter your sexuality.

On October 20th, 2010, wear purple.

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