tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54877786265344527002024-03-05T02:11:40.251-08:00SC Mornings Ann-Marie Adams http://www.blogger.com/profile/14859194089294246269noreply@blogger.comBlogger139125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5487778626534452700.post-58866520550319564742023-08-13T07:55:00.002-07:002023-08-13T08:04:44.058-07:00Art Exhibit Milliken Art Gallery Some of you know me for public relations and communications, others for teaching in higher education, others for media law, but there is also a creative side that accompanies my daily living. <div><br /></div><div>The Aquabet pen and ink series was my first endeavor in 2010, then Word Strings: Pearls of Wisdom for Everyone book of prose in 2017, followed by the 2108-2019 improv community performance work, The Power of Words Tour.</div><div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLzEVFnlHP8JcYF1PmqPWs2sf6t4dWQzuvypE9UDyeXO0xaQhNd6JTiTneYtdGrhRlFnDgX2BSh7lm2jFy8XnefM_JNSv_rreshcc6wBwFvvXGbkdSvwlC4TrXO7TsnL4ZcYzBJwE9vtF0qnS6Dq05vZn7aPy_BE-O0s9ZNlSBxt59IYmINg3l8JyBW0A/s838/Screenshot%202023-03-25%201.03.45%20PM.png"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLzEVFnlHP8JcYF1PmqPWs2sf6t4dWQzuvypE9UDyeXO0xaQhNd6JTiTneYtdGrhRlFnDgX2BSh7lm2jFy8XnefM_JNSv_rreshcc6wBwFvvXGbkdSvwlC4TrXO7TsnL4ZcYzBJwE9vtF0qnS6Dq05vZn7aPy_BE-O0s9ZNlSBxt59IYmINg3l8JyBW0A/s320/Screenshot%202023-03-25%201.03.45%20PM.png" /></a></div><div>My creative projects keep me grounded and I have never been one to push my work out for attention. But I'm quite proud that a couple of pieces from my pen and ink series "Aquabet" will be featured with other faculty work at the Milliken Art Gallery at Converse College<br /><br />Exhibit: August 24 - September 21<br />Opening Reception September 7, 2023 6:30p<br /><br />(Thank you Spartanburg Community College for nominating my work to be showcased).<br /><br /><p></p></div></div>Ann-Marie Adams http://www.blogger.com/profile/14859194089294246269noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5487778626534452700.post-72566069067466867972022-11-24T05:46:00.001-08:002022-11-24T11:56:51.243-08:00During this season of gratitude...<p><span style="color: var(--primary-text); font-family: inherit; font-size: 0.9375rem; white-space: pre-wrap;">During this season of gratitude, I encourage each of us to remember the community that we are...fellow humans.</span></p><p><span style="color: var(--primary-text); font-family: inherit; font-size: 0.9375rem; white-space: pre-wrap;">As we focus on the end of the year and all of the additional responsibilities that come along with the holiday season, let's place a high priority on our own self-care and that of others in our community. </span></p><p><span style="color: var(--primary-text); font-family: inherit; font-size: 0.9375rem; white-space: pre-wrap;">Take breaks, connect with friends, breathe, plan ahead, continue healthy habits, reach out to someone, share a cup of coffee, or even a </span><span style="color: var(--primary-text); font-family: inherit; font-size: 0.9375rem; white-space: pre-wrap;"><a style="color: #385898; cursor: pointer; font-family: inherit;" tabindex="-1"></a></span><span style="color: var(--primary-text); font-family: inherit; font-size: 0.9375rem; white-space: pre-wrap;">simple smile. It’s the small things that sometimes have the greatest impact.</span></p><p><span style="color: var(--primary-text); font-family: inherit; font-size: 0.9375rem; white-space: pre-wrap;">With gratitude daily for those in this life, near or far, past or present, here but gone, and those yet to cross the path.</span></p><div style="font-family: inherit;"><div class="x168nmei x13lgxp2 x30kzoy x9jhf4c x6ikm8r x10wlt62" data-visualcompletion="ignore-dynamic" style="border-radius: 0px 0px 8px 8px; font-family: inherit; overflow: hidden;"><div style="font-family: inherit;"><div style="font-family: inherit;"><div style="font-family: inherit;"><div class="x1n2onr6" style="font-family: inherit; position: relative;"><div class="x6s0dn4 xi81zsa x78zum5 x6prxxf x13a6bvl xvq8zen xdj266r xktsk01 xat24cr x1d52u69 x889kno x4uap5 x1a8lsjc xkhd6sd xdppsyt" style="align-items: center; border-bottom: 1px solid var(--divider); color: var(--secondary-text); display: flex; font-family: inherit; font-size: 0.9375rem; justify-content: flex-end; line-height: 1.3333; margin: 0px 16px; padding: 10px 0px;"><div class="x1c4vz4f x2lah0s xci0xqf" style="background-color: white; color: #65676b; flex-grow: 0; flex-shrink: 0; font-family: Roboto, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; width: 7px;"></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Ann-Marie Adams http://www.blogger.com/profile/14859194089294246269noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5487778626534452700.post-49263388506635076422017-08-27T15:43:00.003-07:002017-08-27T16:21:32.381-07:00Shoreline of change<div style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: left; white-space: pre-wrap;">
<span style="font-style: italic; text-align: justify;">Escaping into solitude with shorelines of sand, pluff mud and reeds...</span></div>
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There are many reasons to visit, live, or linger in the Lowcountry region of South Carolina. <span style="font-family: "arial";">What I value most is her sultry way of letting me just be...to wonder and wander without limitation. </span></div>
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<a data-link-type="web" href="http://portroyal.org/" style="color: #5f98c9;" target="_blank">Port Royal, SC</a> is a small village of almost nothing, but everything at the same time. We've seen a great deal of change in the economy of this small town through the financial market crash to being hit last year with a tropical storm and a hurricane. The village is about to undergo some big change this fall as a <a data-link-type="web" href="http://www.islandpacket.com/news/local/community/beaufort-news/article169324707.html" style="color: #5f98c9;" target="_blank">port redevelopment project</a> gets underway.</div>
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I will mourn the loss of the "sleepy" nature of my village along the coast. The port project will bring commerce and activity as well as a great deal of visual/physical change to the village center. At the same time, I welcome what such a development will offer the community, her people, the market of opportunity, and perhaps maybe even my own endeavors. </div>
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Heading into fall I know change is afoot.<br />
<u>My remarks to town council related to the port property during the open public comment period in August 2017:</u></div>
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<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;"><i>I served on the redevelopment commission for the Town of Port Royal for eight years and am quite familiar wth the port property, past and present. </i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;"><i>Historically,
careful consideration was given to conducting <a href="http://www.designcollective.com/portfolio/project/town-of-port-royal--port-of-port-royal/" target="_blank">charrettes</a> to “take in” public
opinion when the sale of this port was placed on our table to develop.</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;"><i>What
seems evident to me in these public forums is that the citizens of Port Royal reflect back to that thoughtful
process with great pride. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> [As do I] </span>It is a benchmark for many and a
healthy one to leverage in the discourse or discussions related to the port.</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;"><i>However, even then we did not all agree about
the future of the port nor will we all agree today in what is to come. It’s healthy
discourse to disagree with so many diverse interests in one small town like
ours, <b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">ONE THAT IS COOL.</b></i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;"><i>In
making decisions connected to this port as our designated body of decision makers, our council members have to make choices that
serve those who will come along long after they and many of us are gone.</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;"><i>Please
keep in mind that access is
not only a public right of way but also in the opportunity to participate in the commerce and activity of this
port. The jobs and commercial activity of what is to grow and thrive inside
this port and in close proximity will have positive economic impact on our
ability to enjoy both the land and sea of our community, <b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">ONE THAT IS COASTAL.</b></i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;"><i>In
terms of any land swap...<o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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<li><i><span style="text-indent: -0.25in;">don’t give away what
improves our quality of life and existing views;</span></i></li>
<li><i style="text-indent: -0.25in;">do enhance what we see.</i></li>
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</i><i>In
terms of the existing dry stack...</i></span><br />
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<li><i><span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;"><span style="text-indent: -0.25in;">don’t overlook what
could be done today t</span><span style="text-indent: -0.25in;">o create
immediate opportunity for economic gain;</span></span></i></li>
<li><i><span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace; text-indent: -0.25in;">do weigh the future over
the past.</span></i></li>
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<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;"><i>The role of our members of council certainly includes sustaining long term growth and viability for our town,
its residents and business owners. As such our assets should be configured so
that they shine bright in this <b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">FAR
FROM ORDINARY </b>town.<o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><i><span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">Thank
you.</span></i><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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Ann-Marie Adams http://www.blogger.com/profile/14859194089294246269noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5487778626534452700.post-81271477781818807442016-10-15T09:15:00.001-07:002016-10-15T09:16:28.500-07:00Lowcountry reflection on Hurricane Matthew<br />
<span style="background-color: black; color: white;">Oct 6: A safe distance from harm's way with a looming hurricane gives rise to a great many thoughts about living. I have prayed a great deal for the safe keeping of the South Carolina Lowcountry this last 24 hours, most especially for its people who are weathering out or working through the storm, its natural landscape and most certainly its humble wildlife. My home will either be there battered, under water or with some luck still standing when I return next week. The realities of <span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline; font-family: "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">living in a hurricane zone are always there but the truth is, after one gets cozy in the lifestyle and good weather the lingering reality of severe weather gets pushed back to a vague recognition of "it could happen but hasn't for a great many years." I adopted #SouthCarolina as my state 13 years ago and while I may not be a native daughter I most certainly call my little Charleston salt box and small plot of pond life along her coast "home."</span></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white;"><span style="font-family: "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">Oct 9: </span><span style="font-family: "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">What many outside our area won't connect to the natural disaster otherwise known as </span><a class="_58cn" data-ft="{"tn":"*N","type":104}" href="https://www.facebook.com/hashtag/hurricanematthew?source=feed_text&story_id=10210854376058746" style="cursor: pointer; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; text-decoration: none;"><span class="_5afx" style="direction: ltr;"><span aria-label="hashtag" class="_58cl _5afz">#</span><span class="_58cm">HurricaneMatthew</span></span></a><span style="font-family: "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"> is the fact that jobs are lost as a direct result of the devastation. The longer recovery takes, the economy of the entire community suffers and the individuals connected to the hospitality industry (hotels, resorts, pubs, restaurants, grocery stores, musicians/entertainers, golf courses, tennis courts, marinas, etc) will be hardest hit. We need to make sure we support these folks while they are in transition.</span></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white;"><span style="font-family: "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">Oct 13: </span><span style="font-family: "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">The human stories are worth telling.</span><span style="font-family: "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"> </span><span style="font-family: "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">The gentleman that came to fix my door jam today returned to the Lowcountry yesterday just as I did, only he found his home looted, I did not.</span><span style="font-family: "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"> </span><span style="font-family: "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">What makes his story worth telling isn't the fact that he got robbed. It's that he did not let that define his experience of evacuation and returning home.</span><span style="font-family: "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"> </span><span style="font-family: "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">He took his tool belt and talent to HIlton Head island this morning and before going home this evening to his own family made a stop at my house at 6p to fix my door. And tomorrow morning he will go back to HIlton Head Island and again stop to see me before going home to tackle my water soaked attic.</span><span style="font-family: "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"> </span><span style="font-family: "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">To witness such resiliency and determination is to know that we are not alone and that each of us matter. More importantly, there are the kindest souls out there willing to bring what they can to any situation.</span><span style="font-family: "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">Here's to Aaron for making a difference in my own experience of recovery. Thank you.</span></span><br />
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Ann-Marie Adams http://www.blogger.com/profile/14859194089294246269noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5487778626534452700.post-72318260139767469282016-08-28T06:14:00.005-07:002016-08-28T06:30:20.681-07:00Worker problem on Hilton Head Island and the Lowcountry region via The Island Packet<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: "roboto" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 13px; white-space: pre-wrap;">I would like to publicly applaud <a href="http://www.islandpacket.com/opinion/editorials/article98317227.html" target="_blank">The Island Packet </a>for its advocacy on behalf of the hospitality industry on Hilton Head Island and the surrounding region. The newspaper's journalistic efforts (in publishing a series of <a href="http://media.islandpacket.com/static/news/workforce/index.html" target="_blank">articles</a>) to address systematic problems in sustaining a quality workforce long term makes plain that change is needed to sustain such a critical industry to the economic stability of the area.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: white;"><span style="font-family: "roboto" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 13px; white-space: pre-wrap;">The strength of the region's efforts in this regard is very much determinate on building resources...human performance, infrastructure, capital projects, education (at all levels: high school, certificate programs, technical college and 4yr). </span></span></span><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: "roboto" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 13px; white-space: pre-wrap;">The voices of those working to fulfill every imaginable service have consistently remained absent and should be considered necessary. Bolstering the industry with resources won't remain viable without active representation or advocacy from the workforce itself. That is, the voices of those that serve on the front line sitting at the table to lend experience when visioning the island's future.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: "roboto" , "arial" , sans-serif; white-space: pre-wrap;">As such, I will continue to lend my praise to the newspaper's editorial board and its reporters for standing with the people and not the system in this series. </span>Ann-Marie Adams http://www.blogger.com/profile/14859194089294246269noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5487778626534452700.post-53655471176967111792016-02-28T05:47:00.001-08:002016-02-29T05:48:50.169-08:00Changing tides amid primary endorsements<div class="ELUvyf" style="font-family: roboto, robotodraft, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px; margin: 0px 16px 16px; word-wrap: break-word;">
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<span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: white;">The changing tide is something coastal dwellers are keen to recognize. It tells us where the moon rests in her phases. It determines our course of direction during hurricane season. It stands as a constant reminder that the ebb and flow of our lives is quite natural, and to be expected. And while coastal communities exist at every corner of the world in different time zones, we have, for centuries experienced the same phenomena of the incoming and outgoing flush of renewal. It happens effortlessly.</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: white;">Then there is the bewildering changing tide of the political arena. While I am quite comfortable engaging in the electoral process and have had the opportunity to appreciate how it plays out in local, regional and national arenas, I am in this current election cycle, disheartened by the evolving divisiveness of our nation's people. What happened to embracing our narrative as an eclectic assortment of individual hopes and dreams? At the end of the day what makes this country rich is our differences and our ability to govern this nation recognizing the value and necessity of our diverse makeup. </span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: white;">The primary season of election cycles is intended to vet out the options, make plain the candidates' views on governance, and create solidarity around key issues. However, in the 2016 rendition of the voting process there seems a direct intent to demonize a citizen choice to engage time and effort with any specific candidate. I was raised to and continue to believe that to endorse a candidate that clearly emulates the values and platform held by an individual simply denotes a willingness to place confidence in the process. Understandably a process and a legislative agenda that many will agree is fraught with problems, but it is owned by us, every citizen of these United States.</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: white;">In the months approaching Election 2016 I have come to realize how naive the assumption is that society holds "respect" in high regard. As a nation, the United States is beset by war, poverty, hunger and a constantly shifting economy. Clearly, our people want and need change. Change that is long overdue. But is casting our neighbors and other citizens aside for choosing to believe differently worth it? The generations to follow will recognize the disproportionate nature of "acceptance" in these proceedings and become disillusioned with the process, perhaps even giving up on it all together. </span></span></div>
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Ann-Marie Adams http://www.blogger.com/profile/14859194089294246269noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5487778626534452700.post-46478560256051366592015-11-10T19:03:00.001-08:002015-11-12T07:17:36.618-08:00It's not fatal if we shepherd change.<br />
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A seven-year old has a natural curiosity to understand the world around them. Everything is new and most anything invariably involves asking why it is so. That was most certainly true in 1970 in Huntington, West Virginia. </div>
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I recall that evening in October when my father came home from the <a href="http://archives.chicagotribune.com/1970/10/09/page/2/article/tear-gas-routs-500-protesting-students">Marshall University campus after students protesting</a> recent drug raids were tear-gassed. As an Episcopal minister it would not have been unusual for my father, also an adjunct teaching social work at the university, to believe his campus presence a necessary protocol as a member of the faith community. He certainly would have been easy to identify with his white clerical collar. Whether he chose, was asked or just happened to be on campus that evening one thing remains vivid in my memory and that was the sense of relief my mother expressed when he returned home. <i>(Tragically this unfortunate event was followed by the plane crash on November 14, 1970 that claimed the lives of thirty-seven members of the Marshall football team, its coach, its doctors, athletic director and 25 team boosters. To say that Huntington as a community introduced me to the art of resilience is an understatement. It remains a special place.)</i></div>
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While one can deliver instruction on recognizing discrimination and embracing an ever-expanding definition of diversity it is wholly another challenge to grasp the impact of bias academically, economically, and culturally. Change takes time. That is especially true when it seems to be languishing in the bureaucracy of decision-making and disingenuous dialogue on a college campus. Thus, sometimes negotiating a new way forward necessitates action. </div>
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As similar <a href="http://www.eurweb.com/2015/11/racial-protest-held-at-yale-ithaca-smith-colleges-plan-walkouts-video/" target="_blank">calls to action are made at several institutions of higher education</a> I imagine those with the greatest to lose are those seeking to avoid or negate the conversation about doing things differently.<br />
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Ann-Marie Adams http://www.blogger.com/profile/14859194089294246269noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5487778626534452700.post-63735790581894242122015-09-19T09:16:00.002-07:002015-09-30T17:12:36.226-07:00Random act of pet kindness<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white;">Recently, as I'm corralling my feline after yet again another escape [this tale picks up at the point when I was 30 minutes into cat prompts, cuss words and dropping treat trails] a generous young man walks over to me (holding a feather) and says he saw me walking around the neighborhood and asked if he could help me. I,<span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline;"> in utter cat frustration, reply "Well, if you think you are a cat whisperer by all means jump in." Without flinching this young man responds "Mam' I AM a student at the <a href="http://www.vet.cornell.edu/" target="_blank">Vet College</a>." </span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white;">So somewhere over there at the Big Red they teach the first rule of thumb with a confident, sassy, utterly frustrated pet owner: shut them down by framing a reference around who you are. WORKS. I immediately recoiled at my reaction to his offer of assistance... here's this guy with a feather in his hand and I'm throwing out some ridiculously clouded emotional response (what a poor excuse for a human I was in this instance). I paused long enough to quit chiding myself for seeming so ungrateful and thanked him for being so kind and said, out loud, that I indeed needed his help. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white;">Now here's the back story. This guy had just pulled up into the parking lot so while he's helping me his very large dog named Drake is sitting patiently in his master's truck watching the two of us pull our stealthiest cat retrieval moves. For about 20 minutes the dog waited and watched and this Cornell Vet student managed a frantic human. It's safe to say, as for Chickabee, having two humans in the game of <i>catch me if you can</i> just made it more fun. And it ended quite undramatically when she decided it was time to go home and walked unsolicited right up to the front door to be let in. It would have made a perfect periscope moment for viral feed this cat parade.</span></div>
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Ann-Marie Adams http://www.blogger.com/profile/14859194089294246269noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5487778626534452700.post-22126792029176415462015-09-05T11:00:00.001-07:002015-09-10T05:57:59.770-07:00Finding place in a shifting world<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Seeking solitude or simply stepping back from the hectic pace of one's life isn't uncommon. In fact, I suspect quite common as the world shifts and our lives seek greater balance in what some interpret as turbulent times.<br /> </span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> As some of you know from previous posts I spent the better part of a decade in the <a href="http://www.visitithaca.com/the-ithaca-experience.html">Ithaca, New York</a> area before heading south. An era before recessional trends and gray hair. In this rally into my golden age I find I am a constant interloper of the <a href="http://www.fingerlakes.org/">Finger Lakes</a>. I give myself permission constantly to hold this region tight while also keeping my feet firmly planted in the sands along the coast of South Carolina. As if placing myself in the lush natural surroundings means I'm cheating on the wide swing tides of the Lowcountry.<br /> </span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> It's the places I find myself occupying during these retreats that make it sweet...</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> The City of Ithaca has successfully completed a reinterpretation (repair) of its <a href="http://www.cityofithaca.org/172/Ithaca-Commons-Repair-Upgrade-Project">Commons </a>where a young mayor (<a href="http://www.cityofithaca.org/131/Mayors-Office">Svante Myrick)</a> brings his youthful enthusiasm to the concrete and civic endeavors found in his backyard. From Hip Hop concerts to public coffee talks with the local police chief to cutting the ribbon on another new entrepreneur's business. What one individual does makes others take notice. Check out the mayor's parking space at City Hall, <a href="http://www.cityofithaca.org/DocumentCenter/View/57">here</a>.</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> An uncommon space and constantly evolving is <a href="http://mimisatticithaca.com/">Mimi's Attic</a>. One need not be in the market for their wares, simply checking out the staff's talent to recreate living spaces on the shop floor every day is entertainment enough on any given day. In my mind, no one in the interiors market has anything on the sharp marketing and design skills of this team.</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> Then there is the <a href="http://boicevillecottages.com/meeting-house/">Meeting House</a> at Boiceville Cottages, a common lodge where members of the community can gather either serendipitously or in planned celebration. I've met some remarkable people simply by spending a few hours a week in this community space. Some weeks it's a graduate student writing a dissertation, others a book club discussing their latest read, or a yoga class bringing everyone to center and sometimes it's simply young people parking their bicycles on the curb to grab a quick cartoon.</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> Spending time with James Rada in the <a href="http://www.ithaca.edu/rhp/">Roy H. Park School of Communications at Ithaca College </a>in planning to bring students to South Carolina in the days leading up to the primary in February 2016 gives me the chance to engage in my home state even when away. James accompanied students to Washington DC in 2013 as they covered the 50th Anniversary of the March on Washington for NBC and PBS Newshour. In March 2015, he joined Ithaca College students as they travelled to Alabama to cover the 50th Anniversary of Selma for NBC News. They will come to South Carolina in 2016 to shed light on the new and old south during a key democratic process. I'm proud of my alma mater for interpreting the experiential nature of its curriculum as key to its students success and lucky enough to have the time to share in the journey.</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> Discovering my place in this world simply by being where I am. </span>Ann-Marie Adams http://www.blogger.com/profile/14859194089294246269noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5487778626534452700.post-18617574303933554352015-07-27T08:04:00.002-07:002015-07-27T08:04:42.982-07:00How to vacation charitablyOnce upon a time taking a "vacation" meant complete abandonment from life's routine. No schedule, no agenda and certainly no expectations or planning. The act of going on vacation meant a time to rest and relax by putting away the world that engulfed my existence in any other given moment.<br />
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There were the teenage years of inviting friends to accompany our family on the annual summer excursion to <a href="http://www.surfsidebeach.org/" target="_blank">Surfside Beach.</a> Those years were memory makers. However, as family members passed away the location grew to become a stark reminder of absence. Family vacations then became a means to keep grief at bay. There were destination shifts to <a href="http://www.ocracokevillage.com/" target="_blank">Ocracok</a>e, North Carolina, <a href="http://www.visitflorida.com/en-us/cities/destin.html" target="_blank">Destin</a>, Florida and <a href="http://visittybee.com/" target="_blank">Tybee Island</a>, Georgia. Each location with undeniably beautiful attributes never really kept those feelings of loss from surfacing, they simply didn't reinforce it. Looking back, my relocation to South Carolina in later life was driven by a desire to reside in the landscape where those warm family memories were made.<br />
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The young adult years entailed being invited to join others in their adventures near and far. This period spans both coasts of the United States. Road trips with sorority sisters, conferences for professional development, packing and moving to accept a new job, and attending weddings (there were a lot of these). These years are memorable. However, notably missing in these jaunts are many of the in-between states that we either flew over or slept through.<br />
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Decades after graduating from college vacation travel became fodder for exploration both of self and places outside the United States. Cruises, canal tours, sandy beaches, mountain top retreats and a myriad of food and music festivals. These years created a presence of just being. Several earlier blog posts allude to destination travel and while it's habit to denote these experiences via FaceBook, Instagram and Twitter there's a notable shift in my thoughts on how vacation time should be spent in present day tense.<br />
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I'm definitely late to the notion of vacation as a philanthropic opportunity. Congregations of people and civic groups have dedicated themselves to mission work, student exchanges, and immersion programs for far longer than I've been alive. A recent visit to <a href="http://www.eleuthera-map.com/" target="_blank">Eleuthera, Bahamas </a>was a catalyst in viewing time away in a different light. I met a librarian at a bar. Truly, a serendipitous meeting, while picking up a pizza at the <a href="http://rainbowinn.com/" target="_blank">Rainbow Inn</a> in Rainbow Bay. Turns out the individual, Susy Siel, is the executive director of <a href="http://www.freedomtoreadinc.org/" target="_blank">Freedom to Read, Inc </a>and she endeavors to build settlement libraries in Eleuthera every summer. Outside summer months, she's a media specialist at a high school in Wisconsin. It was not so much meeting her, but the post conversation exploration of the organization's website and FaceBook page that it dawned on me, someone who believes that reading is fundamental and who has even tutored reading in her local community, that here's an individual that gets it right. Susy through community development and a league of committed volunteers is making an investment in young people, creating a legacy that reaps benefits beyond the books that stock the libraries shelves.<br />
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While it's still important to escape the daily routine either in union or isolation there's a host of opportunities to do good work, make a difference and give back. Perhaps embracing this concept gives rise to the desire to step back from life and incorporate charitable endeavors into a ritual once reserved for self indulgence. I don't doubt that there was purpose in the universe placing Susy and I in the same location for that brief period of time. It was my aha moment.<br />
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<br />Ann-Marie Adams http://www.blogger.com/profile/14859194089294246269noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5487778626534452700.post-81313030183999243402015-06-21T06:31:00.001-07:002015-06-22T06:57:35.740-07:00A fisherman's daughterEvery vivid memory of my dad involves fishing. He absolutely LOVED to fish. If he had down time that's what he did, fish. If you wanted time with him then you were relegated to know how to bait a hook. Even in his last months of life, going to the pier to watch others fishing or simply to gaze out across the water and eating fried flounder where tops on his list. I caught myself on the boardwalk lingering this Father's Day morning to watch the early morning fish charters roll out of the sound knowing I was every bit my father's daughter.<br />
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Ann-Marie Adams http://www.blogger.com/profile/14859194089294246269noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5487778626534452700.post-31910371601517265932015-06-14T04:41:00.001-07:002015-06-22T06:54:39.084-07:00Pond Life<div class="separator" style="clear: both;">
A body of water, whether fresh or salt infused, immediately reminds me how complex simplicity can be. Above, below and even around it natural life teams with activity. That is very much what I found here while retreating at <a href="http://www.marthasvineyardrental.com/" target="_blank">Flat Bottom Pond</a> in Vineyard Haven, Massachusetts. </div>
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A wide variety of birds announce daylight's entry whilst casting their melodies across a landscape glistening fresh with dew. The course of the day continues the same until evening heralds a shift. Once night has taken over, pond frogs replace the birds and lightening bugs add a twinkle to the darkness. Each day the same, but no less brilliant than before.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEis71qtSargz99yEi5ZPOoOS63xXRQUhYOZi007BkBBNl0EXEw5jpXEPIZgxtmaENHGlyTrmhUSrxMDMdzISqftUtC7CrXsBNCiDkHEpCyZMB1rGnTDZV3NPn275ZMxRuq6Vhl_3D0-LzY/s640/blogger-image--1531890077.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEis71qtSargz99yEi5ZPOoOS63xXRQUhYOZi007BkBBNl0EXEw5jpXEPIZgxtmaENHGlyTrmhUSrxMDMdzISqftUtC7CrXsBNCiDkHEpCyZMB1rGnTDZV3NPn275ZMxRuq6Vhl_3D0-LzY/s640/blogger-image--1531890077.jpg" /></a></div>
Ann-Marie Adams http://www.blogger.com/profile/14859194089294246269noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5487778626534452700.post-82607584204030423392015-06-09T19:47:00.001-07:002015-06-22T06:50:14.953-07:00Stormy skiesThe landscape of the coast shifts greatly with a change in the weather. Sitting on the enclosed porch at <a href="http://www.11thstreetdockside.com/" target="_blank">11th Street Dockside</a> in Port Royal, SC we captured a glimpse of this inland storm moving off the coast.<br />
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Ann-Marie Adams http://www.blogger.com/profile/14859194089294246269noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5487778626534452700.post-31247896241588354742015-06-08T09:03:00.001-07:002015-06-22T06:52:27.855-07:00Skate or Ray?The Lowcountry is beaming with natural wonders and low tide provides for a glimpse at some of what we may not capture when the shoreline is flush at high tide. Walking along the boardwalk at the port of <a href="http://www.portroyal.org/" target="_blank">Port Royal, South Carolina</a> we got a glimpse of what is either a skate or ray. The big debate, which is it?! One onlooker said a "Southern Ray," another indicated the fins at the end of the tail discern the difference. Seems fitting to use #WorldOceansDay to make a trip to the <a href="http://portroyalsoundfoundation.org/" target="_blank">Port Royal Sound Foundation </a>to get a final say on the matter of designation.<br />
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While I appreciate the sentiment of the question there is an entire website offering a means to fulfill one's dreams (<a href="http://bucketlist.org/">bucketlist.org</a>), a host of inspirational books dedicated to it and a plethora of movies depicting the quest to fulfill it, most notably <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0825232/" target="_blank">"The Bucket List"</a> in 2007. I approach the question of what I must do before I exit life from the standpoint of creating presence past my physical ability to be in the moment literally. I'm bound you might say by the "eulogy virtue" as explained in a column authored by David Brooks in the New York Times <a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2015/04/12/opinion/sunday/david-brooks-the-moral-bucket-list.html?_r=0" target="_blank">"The Moral Bucket Lis</a>t." I am most certainly the classic stumbler...</div>
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<i>"The stumbler doesn't build her life by being better than others, but by being better than she used to be. Unexpectedly, there are transcendent moments of deep tranquility. For most of their lives their inner and outer ambitions are strong and in balance. But eventually, at moments of rare joy, career ambitions pause, the ego rests, the stumbler looks out at a picnic or dinner or valley and is overwhelmed by a feeling of limitless gratitude, and an acceptance of the fact that life has treated her much better than she deserves."</i></div>
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For the sake of not wanting to appear devoid of "list" material I can conjure at least one place I'd like to spend time in before I kick the bucket. I'd like to scan the rim of the Grand Canyon before <a href="http://www.latimes.com/nation/la-na-grand-canyon-20140706-story.html#page=1" target="_blank">some developer </a>strikes a horrific blow to its landscape, all the while trusting that the possibility of destruction never comes to fruition. Beyond that, I'll stumble my way toward an aim in creating meaningful memories indefinitely. </div>
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Ann-Marie Adams http://www.blogger.com/profile/14859194089294246269noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5487778626534452700.post-87884481133060021972014-10-04T15:20:00.001-07:002014-10-04T16:06:49.682-07:00We must evolve before we are defined by care levelsFound myself plucked from an eldercare experience framed around a senior in less than adequate health to hovering over an individual in a far more fragile existence this week. At the same time learning to manage the interests of an individual while drowning in terminology found only in the life span development arena of "levels of care."<br />
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Turns out, the routine seems to indicate the experience is consistent with others navigating these same waters. While our experiences are similiar we are a mixed bag of adults attempting, for better or for worse, near or far, to manage the well-being of those closest to us who can no longer muster themselves to stay in the game of life among those who can ambulate.<br />
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A myriad of options present themselves to ensure our loved ones find comfort in an unfamiliar realm. The "old" normal takes a back seat to a new landscape of living with limitations. Some physical, some mental and some spiritual.<br />
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While it can seem a solitary experience with a parade of therapists, care plan professionals, case workers, nurses, doctors and social workers arming you with information and the latest of suggestions, one does find oneself lumped in with a group of people with a common experience. Presenting paper work, notorizing copies, asking questions, soliciting advice to make the best of the situation we find our loved ones in. Bound together by a simple hallway of room numbers and name plates we eventually discover which room a loved one occupies, acquire a familiar tone to inquire "how are things today?" and glean an essence of what life looked like for them before aging and deterioriation stepped in. Each of us ever clinging to the hope we find a glimpse of the people we once knew before we were robbed of the possibility.<br />
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Some days are easy. Others difficult. Constantly carving out time from our own lives to see to it that "our people" have what they need and are aware of their progress or presence ~ whichever is greater at the time. Putting aside our own lives, our means to earning a living, maintaining relationships and connecting with others are the plates we spin in tandem whilst we also discover the means to managing someone we love in decline. There really is no choice other than to dive in or stay away from the process. It really does seem to boil down to the two extremes in general observation.<br />
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While the healthcare professionals take on the greatest of burdens of those needing care they must also rally the spirits of the family members when we can't do that for ourselves. Sometimes the phrase "we got this, you can go home now" is the sweetest of phrases.<br />
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What's evident is that there aren't enough options. The categories of classifications are aplenty, but a huge gap remains between what is available and what could be. The cut and dry formula of a senior health care system bolstered by traditional medicine seems outdated; yet, it is far more readily available. What's missing are the nontraditional practices and the acceptance across the board of those disciplines~either as a primary tool or complimentary feature to an allopathic method. These so called alternative routes continue to break ground in positioning the human being in greater stead. Whether taken holistically or applied in a blending of the traditional and nontraditional methodologies it would prove a worthwhile endeavor to explore more options as the rest of us age.<br />
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Hope though not in short supply is mighty hard to identify in these waters with oars driven by health care titles, government programs and insurance companies. It would just seem probable that we mere mortals made up of a dynamic set of particles could employ an assortment of means to improve the human condition. Currently we seem shortchanged by availability.<br />
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A better way must evolve. More importantly, we must evolve. Ann-Marie Adams http://www.blogger.com/profile/14859194089294246269noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5487778626534452700.post-7064170067684986402014-09-22T07:36:00.000-07:002014-09-22T07:36:30.138-07:00Four Leaf Clovers and EldercarePicking up the eldercare journal entries again...<br /><br />Just when you think your frame of reference for a parent has slipped away and has been replaced with some stranger and utterly unlikeable the Universe has the where-with-all to deliver a sign in a language of words that speaks solely to the intended. <br /><br />Yesterday, Dad verbally delivered the first stanza from a poem (my dad just doesn't quote poetry EVER). While that's significant in and of itself the underpinning nature of the poem even more poignant...I needed to hear these words. <br /><br />Four Leaf Clover by Ella Rhoads Higginson (1861-1940)<br /><br />I know a place where the sun is like gold,<br />And the cherry blooms burst with snow,<br />And down underneath is the loveliest nook,<br />Where the four-leaf clovers grow.<br /><br />One leaf is for hope, and one is for faith,<br />And one is for love, you know,<br />And God put another in for luck—<br />If you search, you will find where they grow.<br /><br />But you must have hope, and you must have faith,<br />You must love and be strong – and so—<br />If you work, if you wait, you will find the place<br />Where the four-leaf clovers grow.Ann-Marie Adams http://www.blogger.com/profile/14859194089294246269noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5487778626534452700.post-72209736638726991052014-04-17T10:37:00.001-07:002014-04-17T10:53:23.806-07:00Six degrees of separation from the Cooperative Extension SystemRecalling the moment I received my award for photography from Eastman Kodak at the <a href="http://www.cabellcounty.org/4HCamp/" target="_blank">Cabell County 4-H Camp and Conference Center</a> in Barboursville, West Virginia brings forth a smile in the recollection of camp fires, new friends and character building activities. In many ways it foretold the role <a href="http://www.csrees.usda.gov/" target="_blank">Cooperative Extension </a>would play in my life. Throughout my life. <br />
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First the obvious. I spent my club time in Huntington, West Virginia focused on an enriching activity that my mother encouraged me to pursue because of my ability to tell a story. For many years I read books and kept a journal, but she prodded me to visualize my thoughts "capture the moments you find so easy to craft into words on film." I took those talents a bit further later in life and combined the two activities into a passion for public speaking. What's significant about the award I received is the company, Eastman Kodak. Several years after receiving the photography award our family moved to Kingsport, Tennessee which housed <a href="http://www.kodak.com/ek/US/en/Home.htm" target="_blank">Kodak's</a> second largest facility (now Eastman Chemical, a spin off of the parent company). Somewhat prophetic when I think about how a young girl in one state lands in another state in a town whose primary employer recognized her photography achievement. </div>
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My employment at Cornell University was one of the most rewarding and rich experiences of my professional career. Not only did I get to spend time working with the University's Extension agents and academic professionals I also captured a keen understanding of each of New York state's 58 County Extension offices, their respective elected officials, the people of New York and attended most all the county fairs...as well as the annual state fair in Syracuse. It was here that I was introduced to the profession of public affairs serving in the Government Affairs division at the University and later performing a Cooperative Service Agreement (CSA) as an employee of Cornell with CSREES in 4-H Youth Development (now USDA's National Institute of Food and Agriculture). </div>
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It's the people connected to Cooperative Extension that make the difference. I met <a href="http://www.extension.iastate.edu/content/vice-president-cathann-kress" target="_blank">Cathann Kress</a> at Cornell as the Director of 4-H Youth Development and later worked with her at USDA. She now serves as the Vice President for Extension and Outreach at Iowa State University. I worked closely with <a href="http://foodsafety.foodscience.cornell.edu/people/kathryn-boor" target="_blank">Kathryn Boor </a>and her Food Safety Lab at Cornell. She was then a professor of food science and I enlisted her to participate in a topical seminar on BioTerrorism with the then Senator Hillary Rodham Clinton. She now serves as the Ronald P. Lynch Dean of Agriculture and Life Sciences at Cornell. For me, these Extension professionals symbolize the greatest asset of the system, its people serving the public needs through research and outreach. Living the land grant mission out loud.</div>
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All good things don't have to end, but a family death and a parent in decline necessitated my return South and departure from Cornell. What's the first thing I do when I land in Beaufort, South Carolina? I look up my local agent at <a href="http://www.clemson.edu/extension/" target="_blank">Clemson Extension</a> and ask for assistance in getting familiar with my new home town. </div>
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I spent an entire year on Sundays in the kitchen cooking. The activity played out like a course in self discovery where success and failure were met with equal measure of satisfaction. It never mattered if I remembered to take a picture of the food I cooked or if I wrote a blog post telling a story connected to what transpired in the kitchen or whether anyone ever tasted what I prepared much less read what was written about the end product (however it was always nice to be acknowledged with a share, a like or a link in social networks).<br />
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It certainly didn't matter to me if what I had to say was in any way considered extraordinary. It was a constant at a time when my life was filled with a great deal of uncertainty. I fell away from the routine of it when less chaos and more certainty entered my life. What I gleaned from the commitment of engaging in the weekly sessions is that I can reignite the relaxation of it any day of the week, at any point in life, under any set of circumstances. I immediately find peace of mind the minute I step into a kitchen, don an apron and start gathering ingredients. The familiarity of it needs no introduction or scheduling.<br />
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I was blessed with a mother and sister that thrived on delivering encouragement and love, not just during the holidays but even on the odd days. Their deaths left a huge void in my immediate environment in terms of a real time experience (note, I do believe our loved ones that have passed away cheer us on from some kinder place). Over time, I have collected close friends that recognize this gap in my daily experience who constantly deliver profound motivation unconditionally. I've become acquainted with individuals that add to the quality of my life experience. I discovered a father who moved beyond his own grief and fundamentalism to reach out to me in a way that allowed a fuller relationship that also included humor and recognizable milestones.<br />
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We age and grow away from where we once stood. That's inevitable as humans. While some may critique the over-share environment of social media networks I say look past the infatuation of some and get to the heart of others and experience the opportunity these outlets provide. While one may never regain what once existed with places and individuals in our past, sometimes through these networks a whole host of people find they made and continue to make a difference in the unfolding of our lives.<br />
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The point at which politics, gender identity and religion separate us should be the juncture where we marshall acceptance. That what we do, how we do it and where it plays out is exactly the place where peace exists. Granted value systems vary greatly and some are pretty hard to manage from an individual frame of reference, but I for one relish the part that diversity offers in capturing understanding.<br />
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What did not happen at a certain point in time does not make it the end of the world nor is it removed from possibility. We can't let our age, children (or lack of children), or money determine our possibilities to engage in life. Certainly our physical bodies have shortcomings, but age truly is a state of mind and living younger in an age frame that keeps extending itself makes that more true than false. Children, well there's no greater way to make a difference in tomorrow than spending time with a child today (yours or someone else's). Mentors, tutors, foster parents, neighbors, friends and/or teachers all build characters that will carry the future. Memory is a powerful gift to give someone at any age under a whole host of circumstances. And face it, there's never enough money even when there's plenty. The years following the fall out of the U.S. economy have been difficult for many and no one is walking through it without reservations, without struggling, without pain (well a small 1% but this post is about those of us staying afloat as best we can). <b> </b><br />
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Anyone who uses ridicule or places demands of obedience and submission as the means to frame love or acceptance is not really offering anything of the sort. And yet with good will and determination we can find a way to engage these individuals with a great deal of compassion. In truth, I found author <a href="http://www.wmpaulyoung.com/" target="_blank">William Paul Young</a>. If you are inclined, check out Mr. Young's <a href="https://www.facebook.com/wmpaulyoung" target="_blank">FaceBook page</a> where he daily inserts a phrase with a pretext of <i>"Words you will never hear God say...."</i> For example, <i>Words you will never hear God say, "I want you to be someone else." ~</i> <i>Words you will never hear God say, "It all comes down to rewards and punishment." ~ </i> <i>Words you will never hear God say, "Belief is only about the head."</i> Insert Allah, Yahweh, Universe or whomever/whatever gives you the leverage to rise above is my best advice. So the next time that naysayer in your life starts rattling off dark dogma simply say to yourself "Words you will never hear [God] say..." and if necessary say it out loud. <br />
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What a journey my friend! <a href="http://scmornings.blogspot.com/2013/12/day-1-crossing-paths-with-other-mother.html" target="_blank">10 days with "The Other Mother" blog tour</a> has opened doorways, shed light on relationships and revealed the souls of the people and places we hold dear.<br />
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So what's next for <a href="http://www.amazon.com/The-Other-Mother-A-Rememoir/dp/0984107398" target="_blank">"The Other Mother: a rememoir"</a>...a sell out of your first run of books, screen play, film....<br />
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From your lips to Ang Lee's ears! Unfortunately, most memoirs ~ even best-sellers like "Eat Pray Love" turn into dreadful flops at the box office. So I'm not counting on a movie just yet ~ though if anyone's interested I write screenplays too!<br />
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<a href="http://jogglingboardpress.com/" target="_blank">Joggling Board Press</a> is a tiny, dedicated, independent publisher without a big marketing budget, so we cherish the power of social media and word of mouth. If more and more book clubs follow the lead of the <a href="http://www.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://teresabrucebooks.files.wordpress.com/2013/11/bookclubreadstom.jpg&imgrefurl=http://teresabrucebooks.wordpress.com/2013/11/13/veterans-of-private-battles/&h=720&w=945&sz=753&tbnid=ZMRic4MIg1kH5M:&tbnh=98&tbnw=129&zoom=1&usg=__91rWCnsdXqYaWIPMZ8fYxnGkGC0=&docid=5LYblB88FcH03M&sa=X&ei=FyGnUteVJ4uGkQemiICQCQ&ved=0CDoQ9QEwAg" target="_blank">Oyster Cay's Collection "Owls"</a> we'll be thrilled. We even came up with a list of book club questions in the back of the hard cover to facilitate conversations.<br />
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What's great about "The Other Mother" is that once people read it they want to get together and talk about it and they want to celebrate the other mothers in their lives. Three dear friends: Barbara Kelly in Beaufort, Andrea Schenck in Charleston and Audrey Chang in Washington DC have thrown "Other Mother Soirees" to do just that. Each soiree is entirely different ~ like the women who host them ~ but I read little bit, answer questions and then we all dish about the other mothers we need and cherish. It's a blast and I'd love to do more. I'm also hoping to get on speaker's bureau's ~ turns out my TEDx talk made me realize I like live audiences.<br />
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Lets see...what else? Regular followers of my blog know I've been recording the audio version of the book. My vocal chords are thrilled that we've finished that portion of it, although the producer has just taken a job in Baltimore and it may take a while before he can get all 417 pages of it edited and available online. But I'll keep you posted on <a href="http://www.teresabrucebooks.wordpress.com./">www.teresabrucebooks.wordpress.com.</a><br />
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And early in the new year, Joggling Board Press plans on releasing the Kindle version. So all of your kind <a href="http://teresabrucebooks.wordpress.com/2013/12/09/all-i-want-for-christmas-are-amazon-and-goodreads-reviews/" target="_blank">reviews on Amazon and Good Reads </a>will help launch the e:book as well. It's all about the conversation as Ann-Marie coaches us social-media newbies ~ and this blog tour was an amazing start!<br />
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<a href="https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/18096617-the-other-mother" target="_blank">The Other Mother: A Rememoir</a> by <a href="http://teresabrucebooks.com/bio.html" target="_blank">Teresa Bruce </a><br />
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Thank you for supporting a local author from Beaufort, SC!Ann-Marie Adams http://www.blogger.com/profile/14859194089294246269noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5487778626534452700.post-29916975385769646282013-12-09T08:14:00.000-08:002013-12-09T18:09:04.253-08:00Day 9: All shut-eye ain't sleep. And all goodbye ain't gone. "The Other
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I spend a great deal of time encouraging people to jump into <i>"the conversation."</i> Some days it's about keeping a brand presence in the media stream, other days it's about speaking up to make difference in a community, and still others it's about surrounding oneself with the people that make the greatest difference in your life.<br>
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The deaths of both my mother and sister left huge voids in my life, but the unconditional love and words of my own "other mothers" have filled that space with a great deal of abundance. Some years, the only sense of family I had. And now years later as my father has found his own way past grief and relinquished a strictly conservative point of view I find that <i>"rememoir" </i>serves as a catalyst for healing a relationship that lay dormant for way too many years. Many of the conversations I've shared publicly in reconnecting with my father are couched in humor...as two individuals in later life walking past what they don't know and can't remember has its levity in bonding. I imagine the stories and conversations the readers find in <a href="http://www.amazon.com/The-Other-Mother-A-Rememoir/dp/0984107398" target="_blank">the book</a> keep Bryne alive for you. We tend to do that with the people we hold dear.<br>
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Teresa:<br>
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I never tired of listening to Byrne's stories. Over the course of living with her when she had the blood clot, her memories flowed into mine. Especially the love stories involving Duncan. I was so young and so yearning for examples of<br>
real, mutual, respectful love that I made them into a fairy tale. It was naive, at first. But gradually I realized that Bryne had choreographed parts of the story. At first I felt cheated when I learned that Duncan wasn't what she had led me to believe (that's as much as I can say without spoiling the ending for those of you who haven't read it yet.) Let's just say I figured it out before it was too late. Here's a moment from a difficult conversation we had on the porch, over a glass of wine.<br>
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<i>"We're always," Byrne started to say before she shifted back to past tense. "We were always joined at the hip and people used to tease me, asking if Duncan always held my hand or if it was just for show." I was surprised Bryne cared what others thought. "I knew we were equals, true partners in life's journey. But I got all the attention and he got lost in my shuffle..."</i><br>
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At last I could participate in the conversation. I knew what she needed to hear. So this is how that conversation ended.<br>
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<i>"The Gullah have a saying," I said to Bryne. I could sense she wanted to be alone with the regret that kept Duncan close. It was time for me to kiss her cheeks and say goodnight. "It goes something like this. All shut-eye ain't sleep. and all goodbye ain't gone."</i><br>
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I came to know the magnitude and depth of this love that had once seemed almost unreal. Writing this memoir was like having a conversation with Bryne ~ along with all her collected daughters. I interviewed as many of them as I could for the book and the amazing thing was we all remembered the same core stories of affirmation and love. Then when I started pouring through Bryne's papers at the <a href="http://www.beaufortcountylibrary.org/htdocs-sirsi/normal2.htm" target="_blank">Beaufort County Library's Special Collection </a>I found them again, in newspaper and magazine articles. She had seduced almost every reporter she met, not just me!<br>
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It's funny, for years after her death I found myself wishing I could share experiences with Bryne. I missed her in so many ways. But writing it all down, digging deeper into all the conversations we had on her screened porch stage, has helped close the grieving cycle. She's with me now, listening in on every conversation, comment, tweet and book signing. And I'm certain she's loving every minute of it.<br>
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<a href="https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/18096617-the-other-mother" target="_blank">The Other Mother: A Rememoir</a> by <a href="http://teresabrucebooks.com/bio.html" target="_blank">Teresa Bruce</a><br>
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Tell us about your most meaningful conversations...Ann-Marie Adams http://www.blogger.com/profile/14859194089294246269noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5487778626534452700.post-23642832885049703902013-12-08T17:04:00.002-08:002013-12-08T17:06:02.286-08:00Day 8: Other Mothers clothed but naked<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Ann-Marie:<br />
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"<i>There has to be another layer to breathe, a place to float away to forget." </i><br />
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While some readers point to Duncan Miller's infidelity (revealed in Chapter 17 of <i>The Other Mother: a rememoir</i>) as a personal breaking point with his character, I'm standing at that same juncture, less rattled by the symptom of cheating, more frustrated at his inclination to escape as I can only imagine how much Byrne must of needed his support in a great many ways. A caregiver will exhaust every resource emotionally and physically to offer the best hope they can to their loved one. She offered the best hope to their daughter in an era when mental health was far from understood and at the same time extended a graceful gesture to retain the love of a man she could not live without. I found myself saying aloud "Wow, iron will" as I turned to the next chapter.<br />
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Jennifer Brewer over at <a href="http://olivesandalzheimers.wordpress.com/" target="_blank">Olives and Alzheimers</a> provided a great quote in commenting this week on the blog tour Day 4 that seems to fit in this discussion: <i>"Reinvention is a necessary part of being. It is the result of learning and growing, not a game to change the uniqueness of the person to a societal ideal. The 'ing' is important in the word being, living, growing, learning and reinventing. The 'ing' demonstrates that none of these are static, but always changing." </i><br />
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Teresa:<br />
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Bryne Miller certainly took a creative approach to loving and living with mentally ill family members. She had to. The first time <a href="http://www.nimh.nih.gov/health/topics/schizophrenia/index.shtml" target="_blank">schizophrenia</a> pounced on her life ~ in the early years of her intense bohemian, artistic marriage ~ she did what women in the 40s were suppose to do. She sought out the best medial opinions and treatment centers for her toddler. But that was back when the condition was blamed on women. The doctors even had a term for it: schizophrenogenic mothers. And they used a primitive form of electric shock therapy to "cure it."<br />
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Byrne rarely spoke of times she felt defeated or scared. But one of them was watching her little Alison's head get prepped for shocking. And it didn't work. At least not in the way doctors told her it would. So she set about re-calibrating Alison's brain herself ~ using whatever new techniques and intuition she could summon. In the end, Alison led a difficult but mostly independent life. I think one reason headstrong Bryne could let go was because she became the other mother to so many collected daughters. We, collectively, fulfilled her dreams ~ following in her footsteps as dancers, writers, teachers, parents, and scholars. Alison had the freedom to be the best woman she could be.<br />
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I don't want to give away a major plot line in <a href="http://www.amazon.com/The-Other-Mother-A-Rememoir/dp/0984107398" target="_blank">"The Other Mother: a rememoir"</a> but schizophrenia struck again in Bryne's life. And the second time, she didn't do what anyone expected. She created an alternative universe to protect those she loved ~ madness simply part of its cosmic makeup. It was beyond kind or compassionate ~ to me it was the greatest act of love. I know it wouldn't work for every family living with mental illness. My beloved uncle's battle with schizophrenia meant life-long medication and periods of institutionalization that have robbed him of a career and family of his own. But I understand why Bryne fought this intrusion and I feel privileged to have witnessed a grand experiment. It's how I know that there can be a love so powerful it creates its own truth.<br />
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<a href="https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/18096617-the-other-mother#other_reviews" target="_blank">The Other Mother: A Rememoir</a> by <a href="http://teresabrucebooks.com/bio.html" target="_blank">Teresa Bruce</a><br />
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Tell us about choices that were hard but created possibility...Ann-Marie Adams http://www.blogger.com/profile/14859194089294246269noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5487778626534452700.post-41108110826545773532013-12-07T05:49:00.003-08:002013-12-08T17:07:50.375-08:00Day 7: Lowcountry where Other Mothers thrive<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Ann-Marie:<br />
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We live in very special places. I in <a href="http://www.portroyal.org/" target="_blank">Port Royal</a>, you in <a href="http://www.beaufortsc.org/" target="_blank">Beaufort</a>. A world away from so much else and yet close enough to know the universe.<br />
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Writing about the area in context of the story naturally translates into that much of <a href="http://amazon.com/The-Other-Mother-A-Rememoir/dp/0984107398" target="_blank">the book </a>is about living here. How could one NOT ~ finding oneself surrounded by the simpleness of time bathed in sunlight and coated in the salt tears of a clock standing still. It is the Slowcountry. One I relish for its lack of routine other than the tide, fishing, boating, cocktail hours and natural escapes.<br />
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Teresa:<br />
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We are jackpot-lucky to live in this place, and I think Bryne felt the same way. She and Duncan were expats in their own country and I think it's important that they chose this place to live and work. I so connect with that that I wanted to do that justice. So the Lowcountry, in <a href="http://www.amazon.com/The-Other-Mother-A-Rememoir/dp/0984107398" target="_blank">"The Other Mother"</a> is more than just a location, it's a central character.<br />
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Duncan, in particular, so needed to be near water that he was willing to return to the same stretch of coastline where his childhood had been ruined (he was born in Charleston). Byrne probably would have been just as happy to live out her life in Santa Fe, where she actually founded the Byrne Miller Dance Theatre. She found the desert mountains freeling and limitless. It was her daughter Jane that we have to thank for the Bryne Miller Dance Theatre moved to Beaufort. This daughter of rebellious, Vietnam War protesting bohemian parents joined the Marine Corps! When Jane and her husband at the time were stationed at <a href="http://www.beaufort.marines.mil/" target="_blank">MCAS Beaufort</a>, Ducan and Byrne followed her here and made it her home.<br />
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For me, the water in particular is what makes this place so special. I first started writing about it in the <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Transfer-Grace-Lowcountry-Teresa-Bruce/dp/0975349821" target="_blank">"Transfer of Grace: Images of the Lowcountry."</a> The way the tides are so reliable, so undefeatable, gives me a sense of perspective. Nothing we stress about in any given moment will be the same six hours from now.<br />
narrative essay that accompanies my husband's photographs in <br />
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<i>"Twice a day the waters reverse course and flood the marshy inlets once again. All that is lost returns."</i><br />
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I still feel the magic and the majesty of the Lowcountry every time I come back from a road trip and drive over the Whale Branch River. Again from the book ~<br />
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<i>"For a brief thrilling moment, the Whale Branch River Bridge releases all who travel over it from gravity. You look down from an Osprey's eye view into a fish-full ribbon of life. the water is a shimmering membrane, wide and porous. Salt and sweet, past and present glid in opposite directions."</i><br />
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<i><a href="https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/18096617-the-other-mother" target="_blank">The Other Mother: a rememoir</a> by </i><a href="http://teresabrucebooks.com/bio.html" target="_blank">Teresa Bruce</a><br />
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