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Missing the West Coast by Shelley Pineo-Jensen, Ph.D. The Coast of the Pacific Northwest is my home. I moved out to the Eastern Seaboard to be useful to my children, but the bulk of my days are spent just with my lovely husband, living in a climate I find uncomfortable with scenery that pales in comparison to that of my home. I want to breath the air of that part of the West Coast that exists between the shoreline of the Pacific Ocean and the crestline of the coastal range, preferably in Oregon. I long for the place where a stiff ocean breeze blows through town, perhaps loaded with rain, where it’s a 15-minute drive to a beach where I can put my feet in the water and comb the beach for sand dollars. I want to smell coastal chaparral. I want to watch ocean waves crashing on thick sandy beaches backed by giant rocks standing a ways off shore while sea birds scream and swoop. I want to struggle to walk through soft difficult sand and pad my way easily on cold hard sand. I want to smell the sea.
I want to linger in evergreen forests and smell the woods. I want to pause in beach dune chaparral and smell sage brush. I want to come home and have to shake sand off my shoes and wash my filthy feet with a hose near the back door and then have hot tea with my true love while I sort beach treasure I have combed – rocks, shells, and pieces of wood shaped by the sea. I want to go home. The GOP is culpable in the mass murder of school children, by their support of easy access to guns for anyone, terrorists, anyone, by their approval of automatic weapons, by their sleazy propaganda of white supremacy and neo-Christian domination of what should be equality for all, justice for all. There is no longer a "Good Republican" - all the good people in the Republican Party have left.
There are more independent voters than there are Democrats, and more Democratic voters than there are Republicans. And yet the Republican Party continues to weld great power - not because they get the most votes but because they suppress the voting of people of color, poor people, anyone who would have a natural inclination to vote blue. The GOP is actively pushing reducing women to chatel - forced to remain pregnant against their will, carrying to term a blastula or an embryo the size of a grain of race. Any fertilized egg will have more value than any woman, or any child forced to attend public school, for that matter. So spare me the "there are good people in both parties." VOTE BLUE - get those fascists out of office. P.S. Many of my dearly departed relatives (RIP Grandma Chandler) were Republicans and their party did not used to behave like this. The beginning of the end for the GOP was foreshadowed by Howard Baker III disrupting the presidential election in Florida, once upon a time. Does this seem like partisan screed? It is 100% fact-based and I am well aware of the malignancy of neo-liberal Democrats. Yesterday, as I was sharing on Facebook on the topic of yesterday's blog, I had a post that was too long for the auto-background FB provides for short posts. So I wanted to put a gif of a woman shaking her finger.
I typed "shaking finger" and was provided with gifs of men shaking their fingers so I added "woman" to the search terms, and the first offering was a man, then some cartoons. It was all silly stuff so I was going to look for a photo online to use instead. I didn't like those either so I was going to search by name. With what woman would I illustrate my ideas? I thought of alive women and discarded that because I didn't want people to assume that I got my perhaps outrageous ideas from one of them. So then I thought about women who are dead . . . inspirations . . . heroes. Who ARE my female heros, icons, influences? That turned out to be a tough question. I have been thinking about this for hours. The best I can do is Frida Kahlo, who is dead, and Maxine Waters, who is alive. I have decided that really, I am my own hero. I am leading me where I want to go, with all women on my mind, and all vulnerable folks who need defending.
Dr. P-J 5/30/22 by Shelley Pineo-Jensen, Ph.D. 4/30/22 Witches I Have Loved I was thinking about why witches resonate with me so much. Here is what I came up with. Evidence In the early 60s, I read all the books with stories about witches that were available at the Wenatchee Valley Public Library non-fiction collection. My favorite character in The Wizard of Oz has always been the Wicked Witch of the West. I fell in love with her and her laugh from the moment I ever saw her. I can do a pretty good impression and know her final speech by heart. “Oh, what a world, what a world. . . who would have thought that a good little girl like you could destroy of my beautiful wickedness.” As an adult, I adopted The Queen from Snow White for my Halloween persona. I had a wonderful half mask, really a devil mask from the nose down, but close enough, when combined with black clothes covered with a big black cloak and topped with a black pointy witch’s hat. I made a basket of apples with rubber snakes and spiders. I had a black glove with long black fingernails. I took my kids to the mall for trick or treating, (inclement weather made that the only real choice). At the mall, I always went up to the little ones dressed up as Snow White and offered them an apple. The parents loved it but the kids sometimes cried and then I had to take off my mask and explain that I was just an ordinary mommy. I have made an informal study of witches that I expanded to include all popular culture female villains. I collected little action figures of them and used them when teaching fifth graders. I taught them about stereotypes in literature by having them brainstorm all the characteristics of a witch: black pointy hat, long noise, wart, red eyes, cackle, pale skin, and then had them describe the attributes of the White Witch in the Narnia stories, as a compare and contrast exercise. Good times. Final Answer But to the point of this essay, for me as a preteen reader, there were virtually no powerful female figures in literature or in life. Sure, there was Cleopatra; she used her sexy wiles to advance her cause and died of suicide by asp when her plots failed. Then there’s Jane Eyre, a powerless orphan who needs the help of a big strong dangerous man to complete her world. Who else do we have? Amelia Earhart, Nellie Bly, Florence Nightingale, and Eleanor Roosevelt come to mind. I wasn’t reading Jane Austen at that point, so I had yet to meet Lady Catherine de Bourgh; Dicken’s Miss Havisham was also not yet in my realm. A Wrinkle in Time has a female hero, but she is not particularly powerful. And so it goes. Some actresses from the Golden Age of Hollywood carried power well or at least were outspoken and took no prisoners, giving as good as they got. They were smart asses or dangerous trouble, acting with agency in various roles: Greta Garbo, Jean Harlow, Katherine Hepburn, Ginger Rogers, Myrna Loy, Barbara Stanwyck, Lauren Bacall, Ann Southern, Bette Davis, Mary Astor, and Rosalind Russell. From TV’s I Love Lucy, Lucille Ball comes to mind. These actresses played characters who didn’t take guff offa anyone, and they helped inform my notion of what a stand-up woman could do, even in a “man’s world.” But witches . . . witches are another story altogether. They are powerful villains and only the most daring and bold can conquer them. They are the point of the story, the most interesting part. Powerful female villains I have loved include the aforementioned Wicked Witch of the West and from the Disney oeuvre, The Queen from Snow White, as well as Maleficent, Cruella De’ Ville. I also love Angelica from Nickelodeon's Rug Rats. I don’t love Ursula from Disney’s The Little Mermaid, but I do count her as a powerful female villain. Other witches that impressed me are the witch at the top of The Glass Mountain and the witch at the top of Rapunzel’s tower. I am particularly fond of the wizened old woman who rewards the young adventurer in The Twelve Dancing Princesses; she is a witch in disguise who gives him a cloak of invisibility because he has shown her kindness. Not a bad lot really. They wield power as cruelly and vengefully as any male villain. They make a worthy opponent. And most of all, they do not sit on the sidelines waiting for Prince Charming to rescue them. They are women of action. That is why they are the witches I love. Among the most popular things I ever post on Facebook are photos of the food I make. People ask me how I made the dish, so I have decided to share some recipes. I have started a new section of my website: "Recipes." So far I have shared two recipes, Stove Top Rice Pudding and Curried Sweet Potato Patties.
My interest in sharing recipes focuses on things that are good for you, things that are easy to make, and things that taste good. If it hits the trifecta, I like to share the recipe. The first two recipes are not draconian in their healthiness - they are just healthier than other foods I grew up eating. Rice Pudding with brown rice and not much sweetener can be just as tasty as the old fashioned version with white rice with sugar. Replacing white potatoes with sweet potatoes is a healthy upgrade. Key issues for healthy eating for me:
Easy to make means I can get it to the table quickly and produce something fresh even when I'm low energy and don't feel like cooking. Food delivery meals are rarely healthy and if they are, they are even more pricey than regular Door Dash. Plus Door Dash has gotten much worse lately, so that it arrives cold when it should be hot, melted when it should be frozen, spilled or tipped over, and with missing items. It's just not fun anymore. So cooking has become more appealing. What tastes good . . . is a matter of taste. There has been a fad in restaurant food lately of adding Siracha and Jalapeno peppers to food where it doesn't belong. If I order poppers, I expect a hot pepper, but when I order spaghetti and meatballs, I do not expect or want hot sauce in there. Another thing that annoys me about recent trends in restaurant food is that they are adding a lot more salt than used to be the custom. The fact is that salt can and should be added at the last minute, by the individual. Not every likes a lot of salt; salt is a cause of illness in many, and it is unnecessary. Salt added at the last minute will fire those salty taste buds just the same as salt that was added at the beginning of the cooking process. Of course there are exceptions - baking requires precise measurement and sometimes salt is part of the chemistry. I would use caution before removing salt from a baking recipe. And adding salt to pasta water will cause it to boil at a lower point, so that may be useful. But as a general rule, let the diner add her own salt. Don't salt to YOUR taste, let the diner salt to HER taste. If you are amused by this blog post and/or if you like the recipes in the recipe section, PLEASE leave a comment. It helps me understand what people find useful on this website. Hugs, Dr. P-J I have been writing again. If you look under Non-Fiction, Memoirs, you will find a new piece, "Growing Up a Pineo." If you like it, please leave me a comment, here. If you don't like it . . . well we don't need to talk about that, do we?
If you look in Poetry, you will find something I wrote about Easter/Ostara. I am working on a ghost story right now. It's about 2/3 done and a bit longer than most of the pieces I produce. I greatly appreciate learning what writing appeals to my readers, so do leave a comment to encourage me to write more. Love to all, Dr. P-J I wrote a new piece of fiction in a genre I am calling Madge-Noir.
You can read it here: "White Out" I wrote another short story yesterday. You can find it under the Fiction pull-down "A Day Late and a Dollar Short." This is the first thing I've written about Madge in a long time. Madge is back! I'm not sure if I'll ever explain her back story, how she got to that place, or if it will be revealed what happens next. Madge came to visit me and that is what I captured.
My writing recently seems lately to take a dark turn more often than not. I hope readers will find it entertaining, but will perhaps need their own road map to get back from some of the more difficult places I'm driving through or to. (Through which I'm driving. Bah.) I have plenty of cheerful life-affirming things going on in my life . . . but as Tolstoy wrote in Anna Karenina, "Happy families are all alike; every unhappy family is unhappy in its own way." By this I mean that all happy stories are alike . . . and not often very interesting. I find that I do not generally have the capacity for long works of fiction. I did write a novella when I lived on Noyo Court; It's not book lengthy but is the longest work of fiction I have produced. I would like to find it to share here. First things first; I'm working to organize this website so that the good stuff is not buried three layers down in the Archives section. I have certain ideas that WANT to be told, stories that come to me with intensity and realism. They are like crazy people (nuts) escaping from the asylum (nut house) and they deeply desire to be seen and heard. The character Alex, from No Way Out is like that. I had a vision of how he looked and his whole back story was just there. I knew this man like a boy I watched grow up. I think of what I write as "vignettes." I hope the reader will be taken to a different place and dragged around against their will, always wanting to read the next word, the next sentence, the next paragraph until "boom." It's over. You're dumped back on a sandy beach with waves lapping up against your ankles. |
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