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The nine hour drive home from Nashville can be eye-crossingly boring. I reluctantly passed by Dollywood in favor of listening to the continuing saga of a Janet Evanovich audiobook. One McDonalds with Elvis all over the walls blends with another rocking chair on a Cracker Barrel porch until the Blue Ridge Mountains appear just in the nick of time. Only a sporadic NPR signal saved me from driving off a cliff.

Our dearly beloved Vice President got me wondering, what does the President think of gay marriage? One answer might be, “Who cares?” After all, we know he is a constitutional law scholar and downright brilliant. We also know he ate dog meat as a child in Indonesia because if we were a kid, in that part of the world, we’d eat what our parents gave us too. One culture’s delicious blue cheese is another’s smelly mold. But watching the polls on gay marriage ‘evolve’ in this country is inspiring: http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2012/05/08/same-sex-marriage-support_n_1499247.html

Listening to the White House Press Secretary dance around good ole Biden’s plainspeakin’ ways and say that the President’s opinion on gay marriage “…is what it was” made me smile. And now the Republicans would just love to force his hand on this, but don’t let them set the agenda for us Mr President. If Mitt could carry his dog on top of his car at one time in his life, we know he wouldn’t do that again today. If Mitt can embrace health insurance reform in MA, we know he can and did ‘evolve’ and would like to destroy it for the rest of us. Surely Mr President, you can continue to help breathe life into our Constitution. Remember that gay rights are human rights, and that words have meaning.

Here are some shots of Ann Patchett’s independent bookstore in Nashville where anyone can stroll in and play the piano. Browsing among books is a guilty pleasure for this word nerd. We Americans are an independent lot. We respect truth in politics, and in fact we long for it. We give you permission Mr President to keep evolving, along with the rest of us.

If you’ve been following along my journey – from North to South, from Mom to Mother-in Law – then you know the Flapper’s story. Gertrude (aka Gi) was indomitable. Unsinkable is another word that comes to mind; widowed three times and crippled after a car accident in our Year of Living Dangerously, Grandma Gi managed to raise five children in PA. Her sixth child, the baby, was raised in NJ with another mother.

My second mother Nell was a first generation American housewife. Her parents emigrated from Czechoslovakia to the same PA coal town that my birth family called home. She moved with her husband Jim to NJ during the Great Depression to find work at Picatinny Arsenal. Little did she know that after raising one daughter and sending her off to nursing school, she’d find herself raising another when she was fifty years old for her friend the Flapper. Nell was the kindest, funniest, most loving mother imaginable. She was in fact “Mommy.” When I was 18 months old, and we would visit the Flapper in the hospital in PA, Nell would let me push Gi’s wheelchair down the hospital hallways. Gi was my other “Mother.”

I felt lucky. Two mothers might seem like one too many, but in fact they gave me a special gift. One taught me to be strong and independent, while the other taught me to love unconditionally. One worked outside the home her whole life, while the other never learned to drive and welcomed me home from school each day with a hug. I had two birthday parties and two Christmas trees; twice the fun. Neither one was a gardener, but one was a tremendous cook. My green thumb did not come naturally, but my daughter seems to have inherited it.

Mother’s Day is always the day we plant, so today we planted tomatoes and herbs and peppers in pots. Matt was in charge of protecting the tender plants from rabbits. The soon-to-be parents will be moving into a new house in June, so we now have a movable garden. Their new baby girl is due in August. Between her Great Grandmother Ada, Shavaun (Matt’s Mom) and Nana me, she’ll have three times the Grandma love!

I’ve been on the road these past two days. Listening to a book on tape (a disc), country music and NPR and finally pulling into Nashville as Adele starts singing about the rain. Now it’s raining, but as the Irish like to say, “It’s a soft day.”

I am overcome with love for my daughter and the baby girl I felt kick me for the first time today. I wonder if she will be a soccer player, or maybe a ballerina. I know she will have long Lynn legs. We talk about names and how important they are and we laugh about some of the birthing escapades of friends. This child of mine is about to become a mother. She seems so serene, so mature and still I can see her sitting on my kitchen floor, feeding raisins to her raggedy ann doll.

Ann Patchett wrote an article about Nashville as part of the Love Letters project on the Huffington Post http://www.huffingtonpost.com/love-letters/ann-patchetts-nashville_b_1470141.html. How the people here are very independent, free spirited. It is the perfect city for your birth in the year of the dragon.

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Happy first day of May. We were lucky enough to watch the final game of a USTA tournament at UVA’s Boar’s Head Sports Club. Its official name is the Boyd Tinsley Women’s Clay Court Classic and after many days and hours battling to the top, in rain and sun, an underdog won. Melanie Oudin http://melanieoudin.com/ had been destined for greatness on the tennis tour in 2009, but started sliding down in rank until now. She collected her trophy and the $50,000 grand prize from the gracious Dave Matthews Band fiddler himself, Boyd Tinsley. “It wasn’t Wimbledon or the U.S. Open, but the win in Charlottesville did cause Oudin’s ranking to jump 92 spots to No. 278 and that is welcome news to the Georgia native.” The crowd was defintely star-struck on Sunday, clapping and chanting Melanie’s name…discretely…between sets.

Stars are coming out on Broadway today too with the announcement of the 66th Tony Award’s 2012 nominations. A low tech, sentimental musical “Once,” about a Czech flower seller in Dublin, is going up against the mega tech musical “Spiderman.” Considering the rocky (no pun intended Bono) start on Spiderman, I was only slightly surprised it garnered any kudos at all. This is when I miss living an hour outside of Manhattan. Over the years I sat in awe as Barbara Striesand triumphed in “Funny Girl,” and Angela Lansbury was “Hello Dolly.” The Rocker was a mere tot when he saw “Into the Woods” with Bernadette Peters playing the Witch. Actually we sat right up front, and he was watching the orchestra and jamming with the conductor. In 1997, we (Mom and 13 year old Rocker/Son) even won a pre-show dance contest on a Broadway stage, before watching Xena Princess Warrior Lucy Lawless star as Rizzo in “Grease.” This old song and dance girl was ecstatic; and surprisingly, the Rocker wasn’t embarrassed.

Broadway, it’s not just for Gays and Jews anymore 🙂 Delighted to report that Neil Patrick Harris will be hosting, and that I’m seriously considering either tap or tennis lessons, or both?!

The Deciders

Yesterday’s Richmond Rally was rainy and inspiring. Twenty years ago I marched in DC with my daughter and my niece; now I march with a new friend who was a lifelong Republican. I am encouraged by these women, and by the power of social media. Women’s rights are human rights! Legislators, we are the deciders. A vote for the Personhood Bill (and many other demeaning and demoralizing bills) tells us you care less about our fertility and access to contraception, and more about your religious dogma.

Our next Senator, Tim Kaine was there. He is listening.

If you’re old enough to remember Nixon’s bid for re-election against George McGovern in 1972, then you may have read the best selling book about that campaign as seen through the eyes of the mostly male political press corps, “The Boys on the Bus” by Timothy Crouse. Ah those were the days: reporters only had one deadline a day; many had intimate access to the candidates; boozing and cavorting were de rigueur, and applauded! http://www.npr.org/2012/04/19/150577036/boys-on-the-bus-40-years-later-many-are-girls These were Mad Men indeed, writing copy that could possibly sway a nation. I was 23 years old, had no idea what I wanted to do with my life, and it was my first presidential vote. Only one state went blue, and later Nixon brought us Watergate. To this day, I am proud that along with the great Commonwealth of Massachusetts, I voted for McGovern.

This Saturday women, and some of the men who love them, will be boarding buses all over these United States in order to unite our sisters as one voice. Our bodies, Our Choices, Our vote. Back in the day, when I had one deadline a week in MA, women were still being categorized as “soft” copy. Articles by and for women, as often as not, appeared buried in the “Style” section. Today, with a 24/7 news cycle and social media, gender-specific issues can hit the front page anywhere, and a bill about “Personhood” in MS might just roll across your Facebook news feed in VA. My friend in NY, will read about our Governor rethinking the “Trans-Vaginal Ultrasound Bill” because he had ‘no idea’ it was that intrusive.

And so it adds up – like death by a thousand cuts – we see a slow but steady legislative assault on our very autonomy, on our civil rights. “Nine hundred forty four bills (to limit women’s reproductive health and rights) in the first three months of this year alone. Nine hundred sixteen such bills introduced and considered in 2011, and hundreds in 2010. Never before on any matter has there been such a legislative offensive, such a coordinated drive to overrule the law of the land and force everyone to adhere to one set of religious beliefs.”http://www.huffingtonpost.com/dave-helfert/from-the-frontlines-of-the-war-on-women_b_1450296.html
For one woman it was seeing Sandra Fluke denied her right to speak, and then being degraded by a right-wing nut case. For another it was a presidential candidate threatening to ban contraception! Margaret Sanger, we need you again. So two ordinary women, united by their belief in a woman’s ability to make her own decisions about her body, got together on Facebook and started a revolution…they said we have to take to the streets, again. And we bi-partisan women, blue, red and all other shades, we were listening.
http://www.huffingtonpost.com/barbara-hannah-grufferman/unite-women-march_b_1447021.html

If you are fed up with the “Boys on the Bus” mentality, with the kind of thinking that brought us this religious vs state testimony excluding women from the conversation and you want to join us, feel free. Our bus leaves for Richmond at 11:30 and arrives at Nina F. Abady Festival Park, 449 N. 7th Street, Richmond, VA for a 2pm rally. 50 state capitals will be filled with women on Saturday. I wonder who will be listening. To find your state’s event: http://unitewomen.org/unite/

The Con

While we are all getting unzipped today on Google http://www.guardian.co.uk/technology/2012/apr/24/gideon-sundback-celebrated-google-doodle?newsfeed=true I thought I’d opine at the intersection of art and reality. Bob was caught watching his favorite movie on TV the other day, The Sting. Truth be told, a movie that includes Newman AND Redford would have to count as one of my favorites too. Like certain baseball movies, The Sting appeals mostly to men, and was produced in the 70s amidst a whirlwind of social change. Set in Depression era Chicago, it’s a buddy film, a comedy/crime caper with a thieving banker as the villain. Hmmm. Is revenge ever enough?

For some strange reason, seeing John Edwards getting hauled into court this week is reminiscent of that classic movie. Two pretty boys colluding to con the American people. Or was it his wife, Elizabeth, he was trying to shield from his mistress. Edward’s closest aide, Andrew Young, is now a witness for the prosecution. And now we learn that Young has sold the movie rights to “The Politician,” a scandalous page-turner he wrote about his former boss. After all, this is the guy who claimed he was the father of the mistress’ baby. He was the one who helped funnel almost a million dollars of ‘political donations’ to help cover up the affair as Edwards ran for the Presidential nomination.

Who will play Edwards and Young in this modern day Sting? Brad Pitt and Ryan Gosling? And the villain, I’d say Reese Witherspoon would make a great mistress, or wait, maybe Young is the villain for snitching to the Feds? I have to think that Europe is laughing at us again, for the puritanical interest our press seems to have with our presidents. And just for more comic relief, we have the secret service demanding a discount for its secret menage a trois services. Sex and power, it just doesn’t get any better than that! If convicted of 6 criminal counts of attempting to grift the campaign finance rules and regs, the former senator from NC may have to face up to 30 years in prison and $1.5 million in fines. And that would be a crime.
http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2012/04/24/john-edwards-trial-andrew-young_n_1448314.html

Happy Earth Day! What are you doing to celebrate our planet this weekend? A group of Dems in town get together to do a road clean-up project, and with rain projected it may be a wee bit muddy. My Irish is coming out because I just watched this video about eco-villages:

The Global Ecovillage Network (GEN) has been around for awhile, in fact you might call it the modern evolution of hippie communes; without all the free sex and drugs. Its purpose is “…to support and encourage the evolution of sustainable settlements across the world, through:
Facilitating the flow and exchange of knowledge about ecovillages and demonstration sites thru:
Website Information sharing & networking forums and webinars;
Promoting partner programs and social actions that reflect GEN’s core values; and
Fostering Global Cooperation/Partnerships (UN Best Practices, EU Phare, EYFA, Ecosoc).” http://gen.ecovillage.org/

When we were building our mountain home, I took a class on Leadership in Energy and Environmental Design (LEED) building practices. It was essentially one of the first courses offered about building a sustainable house in the area and I felt out of my depth with architects and builders. Some people had built houses of straw (think thatch) and some had geo-thermal heat. Many sported solar panels and rain barrels. http://www.usgbc.org/

As you know, we grow many of our vegetables in the summer and we live in a town that has grass growing on the roof of the County Office Building. I try and remember my totes for grocery shopping, and pledge to always remember them for Earth Day. I will also spread Michael Mann’s teachings about Climate Change around as much as possible (see blogroll). Knowing where exactly my food comes from was not always on my radar, but I pledge also to be better at this. Rather than doing one thing today or tomorrow, maybe we could commit to one small change for the rest of our lives to help mother earth. Remember Kaizen? We all benefit from a sustainable planet.

Here is the front of our “Not so Big” semi-sustainable house, facing east, away from the mountains. Bob has just mowed on his tractor and Ms Bean is wondering if I have a ball. Thank you to all the bluebirds and woodpeckers for letting us share your home.

Light a Candle

I was listening to a story on NPR the other day about Violins of Hope. It was about how a professor in NC was looking for musical instruments that were played in the concentration camps of WWII. Nazis would pluck Jews with violin cases in their hands off the cattle cars and direct them away from the ovens and into an orchestra. Many had not been played since, but were stored like a scar that can never be erased; “So I opened the violin, and there inside there [were] ashes.” After awhile, it became difficult to drive. http://www.npr.org/2012/04/15/150645417/violins-of-hope-instruments-from-the-holocaust

A week after the seventh day of Passover, Jews around the world mark the Day of Remembrance, or Yom Hashoah, differently. In Israel a siren is heard at sundown and again at sunset for 2 minutes of silence when everything, including traffic, stops. Families in America may light a a yahrzeit (memorial) candle on this day and recite Kadish (the prayer for the dead that never mentions death) in order to bear witness to the unthinkable.
http://www.ushmm.org/remembrance/dor/video/?content=whyweremember

Bob’s Grandparents came to this country before the war. Still, many relatives were lost. The only woman I ever met with a number on her arm, passed away on the second day of Passover this year. She was the Mother of a cousin in NY, and was married to another survivor. They both died with their families around them in great old age. They met as youngsters after the war in a refugee camp in Italy. That love can survive that period of time, the Shoah, is miracle enough.

Silence and indifference to suffering, silence and indifference to injustice, fear and hate speech are part of what lead Europe off the brink of sanity in the 1930s. Today, more than 30 death camp violins have been restored and music from the camps has been recreated. Today the Auschwitz violinist can play his instrument again.

Hazily coming up out of a semi-good night’s sleep, I heard what I thought was a duck being strangled. Then Ms Bean’s bark was added to a chorus of early morning, pre-dawn sounds. Bob was heading into the hospital, and I was stumbling toward the door to see if our small brown shelter dog thought she was a large golden retriever. There, sitting regally in the top of a tree near our driveway, was a very real, very mad peahen!

Once upon a time I had purchased 2 peacocks, who are always male, for my brother Mike’s birthday. His home in MS has a beautiful 14 acre park for a backyard and I thought this would be the best lawn decoration ever. As soon as they were delivered to the manse, one flew into a tree and proceeded to squawk to his buddy, “Hey let’s split this place, no peahens!” Here is a picture of the family at my niece’s wedding in a beautiful, but peacock-less Japanese garden.

And while I am writing this, I’ve been informed by my daughter via text that she is indeed having a girl! She and her husband are in the doctor’s office and she has managed to text me a picture of the ultrasound. I am beyond jubilant and think my peahen was announcing this like a trumpeter to the Queen of Little Sleep this morning, “Wake up, wake up, it’s going to be a girl!” And honey, I’m ordering this onsie for you right now. Cause you know it’s not a war on caterpillars we’ve been fighting ever since your Great Great Grandmother Anna Robinson, my Nana, got the vote, as one Republican has opined. http://www.mediaite.com/tv/rnc-chair-reince-priebus-compares-war-on-women-to-war-on-caterpillars-its-a-fiction/


We’re going to dream big for you baby girl. It’s going to be cups and ice all the way, in a land where peacocks and peahens play.