Monthly Archive for July, 2006

Update: A writer's life

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I have to say it’s going better than I’d imagined. I am busy. Since my last update in February I’ve added four clients to my list, bringing the total invoiced to nine. Most of those are one-time or occasional; the core of my work so far has come from two or three of them. My ideal would be to have four "regulars" and one that’s something of a pet project — done more for the fun and satisfaction of helping further a cause or ideal. But it takes time to build these relationships and I’m still in the process of discovering what I can do, what’s out there, who’s out there.

One reason I was always hesitant about freelancing (apart from being fearful of getting out there and "selling" myself ): I had worked my way into a position of editor, where I kept the occasional plumb project for myself and farmed out the so-called "grunt writing" to freelancers who (I imagined) pretty much had to take whatever they could get. I figured I never wanted to be "just a writer" having no say in the overall direction of projects and no input as to their scope, churning out whatever a client wanted whether it made sense or not, having no control over deadlines or changes. I didn’t want to be stuck writing endlessly boring or meaningless marketing fluff for things I couldn’t care less about, just because I needed a paycheck.

Now that I’m working from the other side of the desk, I’ve found there’s a dimension to freelancing that I hadn’t realized. Sure, the above description is correct in some cases. But it’s also often the case for a writer or editor in a corporate communications setting. The difference I have found is this: As a freelancer, I get work because people know (or they’ve heard) that I deliver good, solid writing that’s thoroughly researched, on target for the audience, (relatively) error-free and on time. I present well in meetings when necessary and my skills are varied enough to cover anything they need in print or on the web.

The difference between thinking,"I’m doing this work because nobody else wants to," and "I’m doing this work because I’m good at what I do," is huge. And it’s been immensely freeing to finally understand it. I perform, I get paid, I get hired again. That’s a writer’s life.

Leaving season

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The bird has flown …

It’s leaving season. Parents all over the country are starting to pack up their first-borns and their belongings as they venture from home for the first time to head off for college. 

Had he followed that arc, we’d have done this three years ago. So I guess you might say we’ve been lucky to have him around a little longer. While other parents wondered from afar what their kids were up to — what new friends they’d made, what hours they were keeping, whether they were eating right, sleeping enough, partying too much — we knew. We watched him shed his curfew, eat anything and everything he could find in our fridge or freezer, sneak in at 3 a.m. and sleep till noon or stumble in at midnight with a goofy too-much-to-drink grin on his face, only to grab a jacket and leave again, walking down the street to his buddy’s, where the party still was in full swing …

We got to watch him learn the ins and outs of finding a job, losing it, finding another, then another. Girlfriends, bank accounts, junk cars, court dates. Friends in some kind of trouble or another, friends having their first babies, buddies going off to the military or coming home from a far-away war.

It isn’t easy having another adult in the house and we’ve all agreed for awhile now that it was time for him to go. But the timing and opportunity weren’t right. Until now. He’s moved into a house with a couple of friends from high school, a few miles away "down by the river."

He spent all of yesterday packing up his stuff. Not all that much for his 21 years: a few clothes (though I still have a lot of his socks), TV, dresser, easy chair, a few books and papers, toiletries, the infamous "trunk of mystery" left to him by a friend who moved to Florida a few years ago. At about 5:00 his buddies rolled up in a red pickup and in just two trips, they’d taken it all. Then he was gone.

Before he left I managed to get a hug from him. He was anxious to get going and didn’t say goodbye to his dad, who was in the basement and didn’t hear him come in for the last of his stuff. In that way it wasn’t much different than any of his other comings and goings (except for the hug). Kinda left things open for him; after all, he still has to come back and get the bathing-suit beauty posters off the walls of his room. Maybe it was easier that way.

Summer flowers 2006

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At the front of the house

I just had to share this photo. I think these flowers are so gorgeous. Even better than last year’s.

We do not garden. I really have no patience for it at all. Back when we lived in married student housing at MSU, we rented a plot in a community garden with my sister Loraine and her husband Jeff (a real gardener and man of many talents) who were also students at the time. Cool idea, community garden. Wonderful way to have fresh vegetables and salads … but all I remember is bugs, weeds, mud and hot sun … and having to haul water in a 5-gallon pickle bucket out to our little plot. Oh, and lots and lots of zucchini…

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As I said, we don’t garden, but we do usually have some nice annuals in summer. The house had some pretty decent landscaping when we moved in 10 years ago, and Clay keeps that up pretty well (although he did kinda destroy the ornamental cherry on the northeast corner of the house last week, trying to shape it back to a more landscape-y size).  We keep trading ideas about what we might do in the way of  more permanent  flowers, but so far,  it’s just talk.  Still, we are looking ahead to the big double graduation openhouse next June for Meg and Suze. Anything we do to the house and yard will have to be done this summer. Hmmm. Hostas seem pretty easy. Maybe a row of those along that bleak and shady back fence?

Home from Marvell

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We picked the girls up at the church last night at about 8 — more than two hours earlier than their expected ETA from their week-long mission trip to Marvell, Arkansas. When we arrived about half the kids seemed to have gone already, but a core group was still milling about, parents talking, kids hugging each other goodbye.

On the way home the stories started coming. This had been a wonderful trip. They saw terrible poverty and they saw strength and joy in people despite it. They saw their own efforts pay off in the smiles and laughter from children at Kids Club as well as elderly people in a state-run nursing home. And they saw their own group — already a strong-knit bunch — grow even closer, bound by friendship, love and service.

These are some impressions I got listening to them talk last night. I know I don’t have all the details right, and this is by no means a summary of their trip, but I think it gives a small idea of how their week went.

About Marvell:  Meg said, "When we first got there we saw a lot of really nice houses and thought, ‘why are we  here?’ This isn’t so bad.’" But the next day they learned. " It was sooo segregated," Suze said. "On one side of the street was the white neighborhood with really nice houses. On the other side of the street was the black neighborhood," where the houses were all rundown.

On their accommodations: They were housed in an old abandoned elementary school that the city had sold to YouthWorks for a dollar. On the second day they were there, the pilot light for the hot water in the girls’ shower went out. Apparently in schools, pilot lights and other such potential hazards are required by law to be sealed off somehow so that just anybody can’t get at them. So the hot water stayed off. "We took freezing showers for the rest of the week," Suze said. Nobody had the time or the money to come out and fix it.

"They really didn’t feed us very much," Suze told us, considering how hard they worked. "Three meals a day and a snack late at night. Sometimes. So when we could we went out to the gas station to get snacks. The gas station is so over-priced," she went on. "Especially for an area with so many poor people. Somebody should do something about that, in my opinion."

About working at the YouthWorks Kids Club: Both girls enjoyed helping out at Kids Club, probably almost as much as
the kids liked being there. Meg said most of the kids didn’t want to go
home at the end of the day. "We’d have to drive them back to the projects at night," Suze said. "And they’d cry ’cause they didn’t want to go home."

"The little kids were so much fun," she
said. But "You have no idea how hard it is to run around all day in hundred-degree heat with little kids on your back."

Those kids were amazing, Meg told us. "They had nothing, but they were sooo happy."

"This one tiny little girl came up to me and climbed on my lap, like she knew me," Meg said. No introductions, nothing. She clung to Meg most of the day. Turns out she had befriended Suze the day before and must’ve figured Meg was Suze come back to play with her.

They got a taste of culture clash. "There was a girl there who was 14 and had a 2-year daughter named WahWah," Meg said. Suze chimed in: "There was another girl who had a little kid named Pooh, like Winnie the Pooh."

When one girl learned that one of our youth leaders was 22 years old, she asked her, "How many kids you got?" "None," was the youth leader’s answer. "I’m not married." "Who says you have to be married?" was the girl’s response.

Many of the kids they worked with seemed to have experienced things beyond their years. "One little kid saw a man get shot outside his house," Suze said. Another could demonstrate all the moves for taking someone down and putting them under arrest. "Even little 5 year old kids were running around swearing," Suze said. Meg told about a little girl she absolutely loved: "Her mom died this year," Meg said. The girl had been through a lot, but she was buoyant. "She was just so happy."

About house painting: They scraped and painted the outside of one family’s house. "It was over a hundred degrees," the day they were there, Meg said. "Miss X sat outside and watched us. She had just been diagnosed with lung disease and heart disease and she wasn’t supposed to do anything except stay in bed," but she sat and watched them all day.

She even made hotdogs for them, according to Suze. "She apologized because the food wasn’t ready ‘on time’ and because she couldn’t be more hospitable."

Meg stood on a ladder and painted up under the eves, fearlessly, I take it, while wasps buzzed around her head and flew in and out of a hole near where she was working. On the day Suze was there, the leaders wouldn’t let her on the ladder. "You freak out too much when you see a wasp," they told her. Suze did painting at a community center where they teach people to be better parents, she said.

At the nursing home: About a third of the kids on the trip also sing in Kirk Singers, the
high-school age choir at our church. Naturally the singers put their
talents to work in the nursing home. After they sang, one of the women
told Suze, "I prayed a choir would come in and sing for us today."

Meg had two stories about one lively and talkative old woman. When she and two other girls first went to the nursing home they were walking down the hall and they noticed a woman sitting in a wheelchair in the door of her room. "Hi, Amy!" The woman said as they walked by. Since none of the girls was named  Amy, they kept walking. But when the woman said it again, Meg turned around. "Hi Amy!" the woman repeated.  "Come here!" she said, so Meg went. "Are you talking to me?" Meg asked her, "because my name’s Meg." The woman motioned for Meg to come closer. "I’m Amy’s aunt," she confided. "You look just like her," she went on, talking about Meg’s beautiful blonde hair and how Amy never comes to see her anymore. Meg and the woman talked for awhile, then the girls went on to visit someone else.

Later that same day, Meg encountered the woman again. "Remember me?" Meg asked. But the woman said she didn’t. In fact, she said she’d never seen her before and she’d never met anybody named Meg.

Another time, the woman was in her bed in her room. A group of kids was gathered around listening to her stories — but she wasn’t wearing her dentures. "We couldn’t understand AT ALL anything she was saying," Meg said. "When I got there, she’d already been talking to Dan for about 20 minutes." Then, horrors, the YouthWorks leader said he had somewhere else to go and was leaving Meg, Dan and another girl with the woman. "Uh, OK," Meg said, and they sat and listened some more. "We knew when she said something funny and where the stories ended," Meg told us. "So we just laughed in the right places and said ‘mmm hmmm a lot.’" Finally Dan reached over and put his hand on the woman’s arm. "Well, our group is getting ready to leave, so we have to go now," he told her. Meg says the woman talked another 10 minutes before they finally saw a way to make their exit. Kindly, of course.

This morning Suze was talking to her brother about their trip. He knew they were gone but wasn’t exactly sure where or why. She gave him the short version of their week. "You do that with the church?" he asked her when she finished. "Of course," she said. "Where else are you going to get an opportunity to do something like that?"

"I wouldn’t exactly call that an oppportunity," he said.

"You have do to it to understand," Suze told him. "Nobody knows what you’re talking about when you tell them. You have to do it yourself."

Marvell update

I got this email this morning:

Subject: Youth Group arrival in Marvel

Date: Mon, 10 Jul 2006

I got a call from Christy Roosien. They arrived safely and are settling in.  There is limited cell phone coverage, only a few of their phones work there so she asked that I let everyone know all is well.  It is warm but they are in air conditioning. 
   

Lisa Shuart

*************

I’m glad they arrived safely. I’m sure they’ll have a wonderful (if hot) week!

They're off again

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Had to sneak a photo … They hate that I even bring my camera!

Well, Meg and Suze are off again. This time it’s WPC‘s annual mission trip with the Sr. High Youth Group. They left about 8 this morning for Marvell, Arkansas. They’re driving for about 10 hours today, landing at  Sikeston, Missouri, where they’ll spend the night at St. Paul’s Episcopal church. On Sunday morning they’ll get up and drive another five hours or so to the YouthWorks mission site in Marvell and stay until next Friday.

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Leaders, kids, parents "circle up" for announcements and prayer before leaving.

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No cushy jet travel this trip — the youth group takes 16-passenger vans wherever they go. This time, nine adult leaders will take turns driving four vans filled with 36 high schoolers. No restaurant eating for the most part either. They stop roadside where assigned groups take their turn fixing meals for the bunch: bagels and fruit for breakfast; peanut butter and jelly sandwiches (I’m not kidding!) for lunch; BBQ, tacos or something like that for dinner. In fact, the kids had to bring only enough money to Group2_2
buy three meals for the entire week.
In Marvell the kids will work on local home-improvement projects and run a week-long YouthWorks Kids Club. Two years ago they worked at the YouthWorks site in Brooklyn, NY. This time around they’ll be in a more rural setting.
Click photos to enlarge.

Singers in Seattle: Photos

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Most of the group at the top of the Space Needle

NeedlewebAs I explained in an earlier post, Westminster’s high school choir, the Kirk Singers, takes their music from the church year on tour. Usually they travel by bus to places like New York City. But at least once in four years they go further and travel by air. This year the group flew out to Seattle to sing in various churches, nursing homes and retirement centers.

After they got back,  the girls got her photos developed. Meg also got hers on CD, so I picked a few of my favorites and posted them on here on Flickr.  I’m surprised they didn’t take more pictures, but they were pretty busy.

If you haven’t already read my account of what they did in Seattle, click the links below for the posts I did each day they were gone. I followed the printed itinerary I received and the girls tell me it wasn’t completely accurate, but what can I say … close enough.

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Singers in Seattle

Farewell concert

Day 1

Day 2
Day 3
Day 4
Day 5
Day 6
Homecoming

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Legal

Drewbball1Yep, he turned 21 on Monday. Hard to believe, ain’t it?

The party started on Sunday afternoon with him and his friend Pat, home from culinary school in Pittsburg for a long holiday, drinking a couple of beers out on the patio. By late afternoon there were more guys, more beers.Drewgift1

They passed the evening telling loud stories (the language!), smoking, listening to music, eating fast food, drinking, of course, more beers. Cakeclose1

Midnight came and they left to take advantage of the bar time left in the earliest hours of his actual birthdate. No rowdiness here, no slamming shots till the birthday boy passes out, although I’m sure he still had way too much to drink. It was just a group of friends ushering another through this country’s biggest rite of passage — to legal drinking age.




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