Broken Corset

April 1, 2011

Running on EminEmpty

Filed under: exercise, motherhood, Uncategorized — saracallow @ 3:26 pm

How about a running update?  I blogged here about my 100 days challenge, and December 20th, the 100th day, has come and gone.  I actually succeeded in completing 100 days of running in a row.  For the first time in my life, I was able to say that I exercised consistently for 3 months in a row.  And happily, it hasn’t ended.  Another friend suggested a new challenge, a half marathon on April 10th.  And somehow, miraculously, I have survived all my training runs and am now just counting down the days until I accomplish this new milestone.

Running has continued to be therapeutic for the most part.  Someone told me that running is a great way to work through stress, disappointment or sadness.  And I find that that is where my thoughts tend to go – almost inevitably – at some point in a 10 mile run.  (I think the reality is that a 1o mile run really has time for just about any kind of thought – so maybe it’s just inevitable that you will explore all of your emotional states on a journey that long!).

Anyway, as always, the music plays a huge role in my run…..  and when I’m feeling down, the lyrics from “Airplanes” by B.O.B. seem to fit.  “I could use a dream or a genie or a wish, to go back to a place much simpler that this” seems to sum it up – at least the sadness part.  And when I hear those lyrics as I run, I contemplate what I would wish for, and the return to a simpler time often seems quite appealing.  Sadness right now, in my life, seems to come from some sense of overwhelmed or overcommitted.  And yet, along with being overdone, sometimes I think I’m internally or inherently or perhaps intrinsically under-done.  I spend time caught up in the business of kids schedules, housework, meals, laundry, my own school commitments, and even my running schedule – that I have little time to slow down and appreciate where I am.  To sit in the sunlight and feel a sense of peace in just being.

And then, I almost have to laugh at myself, because having these thoughts is a luxury of having the time to think…. and somewhere in my run, where I find my state of melancholiness, I have also found that time that I think I’m missing.  I’m not sitting in the sunlight, but I have in some ways left home and work and the daily grind behind (literally and figuratively!) – and I am engaging in that time of introspection. 

I love the music on these runs… because it brings me down, but while there is a coming down… there is certainly always a way back up.  I’ve been especially motivated after some of the sad stretches by Eminem, and “Lose Yourself”.  First off, there is hardly a song with a better running beat!  But the words work perfectly too when you’re feeling down…  “You better lose yourself in the music, the moment.  You own it, you better never let it go.  You only get one chance, do not miss your chance to blow, this opportunity comes once in a lifetime.” 

And that’s the truth really….  life… it’s once in a lifetime.  And maybe the best is to lose yourself in the moments….  the busy-ness.  Maybe rather than allowing the moments to own you, you need to own them.  Make your choices, find time to reflect (and maybe run!) – and then, embrace it and enjoy it, and take hold of it.  Because the truth with most of the busy-ness and stress that I have in my life is that I’m not willing to let any of it go.  It’s a lot sometimes, but each part of it matters to me - I need to run less on empty and more on Eminem.  Not that that’s possible really… but running in general seems to give me a bit of a pep-talk – the music helps move me – and suddenly, I’m further down the road (literally and figuratively) than I thought.

June 21, 2009

Tonight, I’m looking for a tower, where I can hide away the ones I love the most.

Filed under: Family, motherhood, parenting, Uncategorized, women — saracallow @ 11:37 am

I watched her from behind…  my 7 year old, as she stood next to our blow up back yard pool and told her daddy exactly how important it was that we have ice cream after dinner.  Her body language conveyed she was not to be moved, despite the chill in the air and the goosebumps on her naked body.  She had been readying for a bath, when Daddy teased her that maybe tonight wasn’t ice cream night after all.  I’m sure she was aware he was teasing, but on the off chance he wasn’t, she followed him right back outside.   As she made her point the stark whiteness of her rear end was nearly as strong a contrast to her tanned skin as her pointed delivery was to her father’s laughter.  It was a beautiful moment.  My daughter’s innocence and conviction coupled together in a single argument for ice cream.

Earlier today, I found out my fifteen year old niece received straight A’s for her second semester of highschool.  She gleefully posted her accomplishment on Facebook, and had quickly received feedback from several friends.  “Congratulations!  ha ha ha,” one such friend replied.  “ha ha ha?”  What happened to just, “Congratulations!”  Why do all my niece’s friends end their posts with “ha ha ha” as if nothing they have to say should ever be taken seriously?  Why do they trivialize their own thoughts? 

Once, these 15 year olds were perfect and innocent too.  But the world grabbed hold, and massaged, sanded, and chipped away at the edges of their persons, until now, at 15 – their 7 year old selves are hard to recognize – so smooth and homogeneous are all their exteriors.

Of course, the tower didn’t work for Rumpelstiltskin, and I have no illusions that I could ever keep my child separate from society….  nor would I really want to.  Life is for living – and there are so many experiences she needs to have to grow into the amazing adult I feel she is destined to be.  And even right now, in the midst of my melancholy, I can admit that most of the 15 year olds out there will grow a little more, and learn to stand a little taller, leaving behind the “ha ha’s” and hopefully figuring out what they believe in – taking back some of sharper edges society once stole.

 But tonight, as I head to bed, I think how sad it will be to say goodbye to the days when we are the only influence that matters.  When our love is enough to conquer all the demons.  When ice cream is worth fighting for, even when naked.  Tonight, I don’t want to let my 7 year old go.  It hurts to imagine it.  And there is no “ha ha ha” after that…  only a few tears.

June 5, 2009

It’s been said, and better than I could have said it…

Filed under: Uncategorized — saracallow @ 10:05 am

Hopefully, for those of you who follow abortion politics, this link will take you to Judith Warner’s NY Times Blog, Domestic Disturbances.  You  may have to have a subscription to view it.

http://warner.blogs.nytimes.com/2009/06/04/george-tiller/?8ty&emc=ty

June 3, 2009

I’m not alone.

Filed under: Family, Internet, motherhood, parenting, Uncategorized, women — saracallow @ 9:44 pm

“It’s nice to know, I’m not alone,” says the Facebook status update of an old friend.  This, in response to a series of comments on her earlier status update regarding the constant mess of children and clean-up by those who care for them.

Not an earth shattering revelation, I know.  But a telling comment on social networking sites like Facebook.  I love Facebook.  And while I haven’t joined all those twittering out there, I understand why they love to tweet.  It’s about connection, reaffirmation, and community.  In the modern society of technology, working moms, and over-scheduled kids, it isn’t often that we stop and share the drudgery of life with each other.

Women especially suffer in this modern world.  Work environments are often still dominated by men – if not always in sheer numbers, usually in cultural practices.  Mothers working in the home spend more time shuttling children between activities than chatting with the neighbor.  Grandmothers are often out of town, state or country.  Our support system has eroded… and yet women still do most of the work of childraising, cooking and cleaning that keep a household moving.  But who is there to share the pitiful moments…  to tell you that their kids scream too… or their house is messy most of the time as well?  No one.  Instead, you have glossy magazines and carefully crafted shows that make working, having children, maintaining a beautiful home and providing delicious dinners (without gaining a pound!) seem simple.  Why can’t you keep up for goodness sake??

That’s how you feel…  until you put something out there on Facebook or Twitter… and the comments come rolling in.  Suddenly, from all across the country, your friends and family are telling you it’s the same in their house.  And you’re not alone.  What did women do without this tool?  It’s group therapy, support, and reaffirmation all rolled into one.  It’s the menstrual hut of tribal societies…  minus the blood and forced seclusion. 

Don’t hide your failings, your terrible moments.  Stop pretending to live in a  glossy magazine spread.  Tweet the worst that you have – or slap it up there on your Facebook status.  Social networking will do more to realign the expectations mass media has skewed and the isolation the modern world imposes than anything before.  I’m not alone and neither are you.

May 27, 2009

The More Things Change…

Filed under: Uncategorized — saracallow @ 7:34 pm

My spouse and I have been watching Mad Men…  recommended to us by his man crush, The Sports Guy.  (I really MUST do a whole post some time on the influence a single columnist has over my spouse…  “The Sports Guy” is definitely the other woman in this relationship). 

In any case, Mad Men is set in the early 1960′s in the Madison Avenue advertising world.  Now, as the daughter of a women’s libber and a gay man,  I was raised without much preconception for gender roles.  Probably more so than most people my age.  Nonetheless, I would guess that nearly any woman of my generation would be shocked to see the role women play in the show.  They are disposable…potential great rides or cars that need tune-ups.  Clearly, things have changed in the last 50 years.

And yet, I simultaneously wonder how different they really are.   After Michelle Obama’s controversial misstep on “pride”, several sources tell she’s been carefully controlling her image – Crafting herself into everyone’s dream mom…. dog walker, child raiser, organic gardener, clear supporter of her husband’s agenda.  Hmmmm….  why does this remind me of the women on Mad Men?  I find it a bit maddening…. though I credit her intelligence, as her approval ratings have done a complete 180.  Still, this woman is part of why I voted for the man….  and I certainly wasn’t considering her organic gardening qualifications (and I’m even a composting / organic gardener - but come on!) 

And yet… there is something to things staying the same that isn’t all bad.  The “telephone line through time” as the Indigo Girls would say.  I’ve been reading Tolstoy lately…  Anna Karenina.  It’s shocking to me how on the mark a man writing in the 1870′s in Russia can be in regards to some of my feelings as a woman and mother.  And it is affirming and comforting to know that much is as it was… more than a hundred years later and across continents. 

Do we ever really make progress?  We moved from legal discrimination of blacks to legal discrimination of gays… and one day soon, that will be gone too.  But we’ll find someone else to oppress….  and even with progression (like that of women) – how long does it take before our secretly held, deep-seated beliefs actually change – and someone like Michelle Obama can stop carefully crafting herself into a 1960′s version of a 2009 woman? 

I guess I’m relieved I didn’t work in the 60′s…  at least not on Madison Avenue…  So that’s part of my answer.  But progress isn’t always what it seems either.  Maybe it’s the two steps forward, one step back phenomenon.  It’s frustrating, to say the least….

February 20, 2009

It’s Been a Bit…

Filed under: Uncategorized — saracallow @ 3:03 pm

But (hopefully) I’m back to writing.  I hate to even commit in my current life, having just moved and adopted a puppy.  But I love writing, and I think I am a little bit happier and healthier when I’m doing it…  so I’m back (at least I think!)

December 12, 2008

Great Interview of Mike Huckabee

Filed under: Uncategorized — saracallow @ 3:29 pm

If you haven’t seen this, you should.  I’m generally a Daily Show fan, but I missed this one.  Thanks to one of my facebook friends for calling it to my attention.

Who has time for Mommy Wars?

Filed under: Family, Marriage, motherhood, parenting, Uncategorized, women — saracallow @ 3:18 pm

Admittedly, I’m way behind on blog postings… and I’ve honestly had lots of inspiring little moments, all captured (as many things are in my hectic life)with green children’s marker on the back of a piece of junk mail which is buried (I hope) somewhere in my pile of important things I need to get to.  But I haven’t had any time to get to any of it.

In fact, they have stopped delivering a newspaper to my door.  Typically, this would cause me to call and report a delivery error – but I’m procrastinating because I have a fear that there is a bill for said newspapers also buried deep in my pile of important things to do, and it is not a mistake that one of my favorite indulgences is no longer in my driveway each morning.

Such is the life of a mom this time of year.  It’s a little sexist to exclude the dads… but generally speaking, I find it is us women who have volunteered to bake a couple dozen cookies for the teachers at school, cut out extra crafts for the holiday party, and bring in unused coats and food for the coat and food drive.  We are also planning to help our kids celebrate by baking extra at home, decorating the house, attending every little school performance and party, and digging up old Christmas DVDs and music.  And I haven’t even mentioned gift planning, shopping, and wrapping or addressing holiday cards. 

Wow.  And all this on top of our other responsibilities.  As I sat down at the computer and calculated how long it had been since I blogged, I thought about how all of us are in the holiday crunch this time of year.  Some of us add on the responsibilities to a very busy work day at the office, others of us, to a very busy work day at home. 

And I think about the Mommy Wars.  These “wars” are something I have never particularly understood or felt a part of.  Maybe it’s because my choice to stay at home wasn’t an easy one to make, or one that I  think I’ll stick with forever.  I know how hard those of us who work at home work, and how much personal sacrifice it entails.  And I could turn around and say the exact same thing about those moms I know who work “at work”.   

Our recent move to the Silicon Valley has been a little eye opening actually when it comes to the “mommy wars”.  Even in Los Angeles, most moms seemed to fit pretty neatly into one of the two armies at war…  but not here.  Here, a truce seems to have been called.  In the extremely progressive Bay Area, I hardly know any moms at home who don’t dabble in a professional environment too.  What a lucky position for these moms to be in.  Rather than look upon anyone working disparagingly (as the mommy war would encourage me to) – I look upon these women enviously.  Somehow, they have managed to straddle both worlds, part time in each, engaged at home on a daily basis with their children, and intellectually and professionally stimulated as well.  They aren’t the moms of our mother’s generation who worked full time and still felt the responsibility to do it all at home.  There are many of these women who have genuinely found a reasonable part time commitment to both – aided in large part by the greater flexibility and progressive stance offered by  many of the internet companies located here.  Of course, this is how I envision it.  They might describe it differently.

Nonetheless, I feel sorry for the rest of us, who have had to choose one over the other – and especially for some of us for whom the “choice” was one of necessity not options.  Being a mom isn’t easy – especially this time of year.  Making choices that somehow automatically assign you a role in some sort of war isn’t something most of us signed up for when we made our “choice”.   And who has time for such a debate anyway?  Not me.  There are too many things in  my pile waiting to get done!

This holiday season, when I’m behind on enough things already… I look upon each mom I see out there with a smile.  Being a mom is a sisterhood really, and whichever side of the war you’re on, you’re a part of it.  We’re all just trying to get it all done, and find some time to sit by the fire and celebrate the holidays with the ones we love.  It’s time for peace in the mommy wars… and there’s no better time to recognize it than this holiday season.

November 18, 2008

Shhhh… Don’t Tell.

Filed under: Agnosticism, Family, politics, Presidency, Religion, Spirituality, Uncategorized — saracallow @ 2:30 pm

My husband and I are new owners of an “old” house.  Since we have a couple of months before we have to move into our new old home, we have decided to work on some home improvement projects.  And, since we’re out of money, we’re doing most of the work ourselves.  I spent both days this weekend stripping textured wallpaper, circa 1970 from the walls. 

As I washed and rinsed the last of the layers of wallpaper glue away, I felt a little sad.  The layers signified a time gone by, and I could almost feel the ghosts of previous owners looking over my shoulder, telling me that they hung baby pictures of their children on these walls. I pictured a family in the home, a little boy chasing up and down the halls, a teenage girl preening in front of the mirror in the bathroom, dinner cooking in the now very outdated kitchen, mom and dad relaxing in the nearby living room.  As I washed away the last remnants of this previous era, it was an ending, and while I don’t know exactly who existed there long before me, I mourned their passing and paused to honor the memory of what might have been. 

And yet, in this ending is our beginning.  As I wash away of the old, I prepare for the new.  We will now leave our mark on the walls, hang our pictures, hear the laughter of our children.  There is something beautiful and spiritual right there, in the readying of the old wall for new paint.

It is, of course, akin to the natural cycle… to winter and the death of a previous season, and spring and rebirth of the next.  The maturation of the garden and enjoyment of ripe tomatoes off the vine which will soon wither and decompose under the leaves, contributing their vitamins and seed to the soil for the next growing season. 

I find a great deal of spirituality in nature, in the natural cycle – absent the “intelligent design” of God. I’m not convinced that God doesn’t exist…. but in moments of deep contemplation, I sometimes wonder why we need a diety for life to be spiritual and to have meaning.  Examining nature on its own, evolution with all of its flaws, starts and stops, and slow progression forward is enough to inspire deep humiliation in any being.  The need of all species to work in community, care for one another and their environment, and strive towards world peace in order to ensure simple survival is possible without involving God… and in fact, quite amazing on its own.

I find myself at this juncture of thoughts now and then, and I think, it should be depressing to contemplate a world without God.  But I don’t feel depressed, and so I test myself… what if I die, and there is no God, no heaven, no afterlife?  And truthfully, I find myself in a peaceful position… I think, I’d like a simple burial so that I can decompose back into the earth.  So that the energy from my cells can provide the garden for some future generation to find joy and sustenance in.  I feel a spiritual connection to this earth, and a reverence for my life here, and now… because it might be all that I have.  I have heard people claim that the true rewards await in heaven, that God’s home is more our rightful place than the one we occupy now, that love of God precedes that for our children, parents, partners.  I truthfully don’t know what to make of all of this.  What is the point of the here and now then?  Simply a preparation for some unknown reward?  That  feels depressing to me.

But please… keep this on the DL (down low for those not familiar with the acronym).  I wouldn’t want anyone to know that maybe God doesn’t govern my soul.  Could there be anything worse?  Everyone out there knows that absent a belief in God, a person is basically a walking soldier of Satan.  While I struggle to reconcile this view of non-believers with what I feel when I contemplate the inherent spirituality and goodness of nature it is clear to me how widely it permeates our society.

As a society we still value religiosity quite highly.  Can you imagine a Presidential candidate who admitted to questioning God?  Quite the opposite is true.  At this point, candidates go out of their way to identify themselves as religious.  We may have been willing to consider a Mormon, an African American and a woman as president this time around… but an atheist or agnostic?  No way.  It is this public denial of uncertainty that drives me a little nuts.  Where does this strength in belief come from?  How does everyone see the truth so clearly?  You know what else bothers me about the situation?  I spend a LOT of time contemplating this issue.  I grew up in a fairly religious family, I have studied the bible, attended confirmation classes and church, questioned and prayed.  And yet, the only thing I’m certain of, is how uncertain I am.  But finding those who admit great uncertainty is like searching for the proverbial needle in a haystack. 

I found a quote from Albert Einstein that I found quite interesting.  “What I see in Nature is a magnificent structure that we can comprehend only very imperfectly, and that must fill a thinking person with a feeling of humility.  This is a genuinely religious feeling that has nothing to do with mysticism.”  This feeling described by Einstein is the only certainty I have on the issue of God and religion.  I see it the wonders of nature in my garden, the changing seasons, and even wallpaper.  Absent this religious feeling… I guess I’m still questioning.

But shhhh… don’t tell.

November 5, 2008

Give Birth Again to the Dream

Filed under: California, Civil Rights, gay marriage, Homosexuality, Marriage, Uncategorized — saracallow @ 9:10 pm

Lift up your faces, you have a piercing need
For this bright morning dawning for you.

History, despite its wrenching pain,
Cannot be unlived, and if faced
With courage, need not be lived again.

Lift up your eyes upon
The day breaking for you.

Give birth again
To the dream.

– From Maya Angelou’s “On the Pulse of Morning” – Inaugural Poem at Clinton’s inauguration, 20 January, 1993.

Yesterday, as millions of Americans stood in line to cast their vote – the dream was born anew.  Votes, cast one by one, and the long lines preceding them, were a testament of rebirth.

Yesterday night, as I watched the later Senate races and state ballot initiatives come in, I heard tales of car horns honking, and hands reaching out to give high fives to the strangers passing in the darkened streets of Washington D.C.  This morning, my facebook newsfeed erupted with virtual cheers for the United States – my computer screen bursting with the pride of my friends scattered across the nation – from coast to coast, from sea to newly shining sea.  Today, as I drove my children home from school, I saw helium balloons and flowers attached to Obama campaign signs still adorning front lawns. 

The evidence of enthusiasm was reported on every news station, in every newspaper. 

Barack Obama is the living embodiment of Martin Luther King, Jr’s dream from 1963.  And while no one would suggest that the ugly clouds of racism have completely cleared… it is obvious that the sun shines through brighter today than ever before in our history.

And yet this morning, as I contemplated the results of the election – I was unable to hold the sweet breath of victory in my lungs.  I tasted instead the bitterness of Proposition 8′s passage in California.  I have struggled with what to write here all day long about this example of bigotry and discrimination…  

Should I pridefully proclaim that I struggle to keep faith with God?  Should today be the day where I happily turn my back on faith - and the prejudice and bigotry a few of its members have promulgated in my state? 

Should I denounce my marriage, sue my state, and allow the cynicism I feel towards my fellow man to go unchecked… raging through my blood and overtaking my rational thought?  Should I give each car I pass with a “Yes on 8″ sticker a gesture that clearly conveys my feelings?  (Believe me, it was a struggle not to this morning).

These thoughts and feelings are what sucked that sweet breath of victory from my system this morning.  Which is why I didn’t write.  Instead, I read.  I read Maya Angelou and Abraham Lincoln.  And I read and read and read again, Martin Luther King, Jr. 

Let us not seek to satisfy our thirst for freedom by drinking from the cup of bitterness and hatred.

And I began to breath in.  Because the dream is what Obama is all about.  Inspiration, passion, record participation, joyous celebration, the swelling of pride in America is our gift today.  And tomorrow.  And the day after.  If we can take even a small portion of what we feel right now as a nation forward with us, we will be a better nation.  That hope is what Obama offers us.

Martin Luther King, Jr. traveled down a road of faith to give his exalted speech in 1963.  The America of King’s time offered him plenty  more reason for bitterness than we see today.  And yet, instead, he had a dream.  He inspired thousands of people to share it.  And today millions more celebrate it.

So I will take my cue from him.  I will not drink from the cup of bitterness.  I will not lose faith.  Not today, not in this  America where there is now so much evidence to the contrary.  I will look upon today  as the catalyst for tomorrow.  As the beginning.  Which is what giving birth is anyway… simply a start, but also a miraculous beginning.

I will give birth again to the dream.  Thank you Barack Obama.  Thank you Maya Angelou.  Thank you Martin Luther King, Jr.  Yes we can.  Yes we did.  And Yes,  we will.

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