Tuesday, July 27, 2010

writing wednesdays: follow the butterfly

Not long ago as the little boys and I were making our way to the park, we stopped dead in our tracks at the sight of this creature that had fallen into our path. Butterflies are such beautiful creatures, aren't they? They are so symbolic of life and our ongoing struggle to find our wings.

I don't mention butterflies in today's writing post, but you'll see them scattered about in the photos I've shared of my "new and improved" office space. I certainly feel that this butterfly represents my ongoing, often exhilarating journey toward wing discovery.

Come "visit" Peace Garden Writer today if you have a moment to spare. Check out what I've done to create the right space for my new venture. And don't forget to look for the butterflies!

PGM

Wednesday, July 21, 2010

writing wednesdays: an important announcement

This is a big day for me -- the day I am officially announcing the creation of my new business on my writing blog. I've been working hard on this; it's part of the reason I've been taking my "fishing break" over the past couple weeks. There's more that I have to accomplish before I come back to the blogging world in full, but for now, this is the endeavor I've been hinting at for months now.

I hope you'll enjoy reading about my exciting news over at Peace Garden Writer. When I thank my readers at the end of it, I hope you'll recognize that I'm talking about YOU.

Catch you on the other side!

PGM


Sunday, July 18, 2010

sunday-monday update: outings and radio show

The cousins meet up for a tennis duel

Well, July is slipping past at a mighty hurried rate, but summer hasn't gotten away completely just yet. Our oldest son remains at his paternal grandparents' lake town, and today, we brought our youngest daughter to Jamestown to drop her off with my parents, who brought her back to Bismarck with them. Tomorrow, she'll leave on her first plane ride, to the West Coast with my mother (Grandma Jane).

For the past days, we've been busy collecting everything she would need for her trip (including an umbrella -- it's Washington, after all). Among the most important items aside from the umbrella were a journal, her new digital camera and a Rosary. The latter is always helpful to have on plane rides; something tangible to grab during a moment of anxiety to offer up a quick prayer for safety and solace. I've always been offered reassurance by having Rosary beads in hand on flights, and I think the idea gave her some extra reassurance as well. I mentioned it last night and she came searching for it this morning.

I'm proud of her for packing everything herself (with help from me on the lists of items), and very excited for her. Wish I could be a mouse in her suitcase, but it's such a blessing that she has this opportunity, just as her older siblings have in years past and her younger brothers will in years to come, God willing. And part of the deal is that she'll be away from all of us, able to enjoy a new part of the world on her own, with her grandmother's gentle guidance.

I'm also popping on here during my "gone fishing" summertime break to offer the schedule for tomorrow's Real Presence Live radio show, which I'll be hosting from 9 to 11 a.m. at the Moorhead studio. For those interested in listening online, you can go here. Locals can catch it on 1280 AM Moorhead-Fargo or 1370 Grand Forks.

9 a.m., Sue Goehring on an upcoming Cursillo Campout event

9:15 a.m., Mary Olson, St. James Basilica, Communion of Saints event this weekend (Sunday, July 25) in Jamestown

9:30 a.m., freelance writer, editor and award-winning columnist Christina Capecchi on one of her latest projects, Tobias magazine, and her recent trip to the Holy Land

10 a.m., Paul Lier, Director of Stewardship and Development, Diocese of Fargo, on the Bishop's Charity Golf Tournament

10:30 a.m., Patti Maguire Armstrong, mother of ten, on her books/life as an author-mother in Bismarck

Perhaps if I'm lucky, I'll learn that you were among our morning listeners.

Peace to all in the week ahead!

Wednesday, July 14, 2010

writing wednesdays: the lady who fell out of the sky


It feels strange posting two days in a row, especially since I'm still "gone fishing," but I promised Forum column updates and continued posts to my writing blog, so here's the latest, "Delila: The Lady Who Fell Out of the Sky."

And while I'm at it, it's only fair to post a collage of the latest grandkid-at-laketown excursion.

Enjoy!

PGM



Tuesday, July 13, 2010

forum column july 2010: science educates 'the talk'

Parenting Perspectives: Science Educates 'The Talk'

By Roxane B. Salonen, The Forum

While at a family-friendly eatery with my preteen daughters recently, I was taken aback as two teen girls in a nearby booth began freely discussing intimate details of their dating lives.

Hoping my daughters wouldn’t hear, I watched in dismay as they began to tune in, eyes widening.

Let’s just say some of the appetizers went untouched.

My conflicted feelings were as much for the older girls, who I couldn’t help but feel have been unknowingly deceived by our culture’s “if it feels good, do it” mentality, a message set in motion 40 years ago that has wreaked havoc on our youth.

Back when I was learning about sexually transmitted diseases, it seemed like only a few existed. Now, despite “safer sex,” the list has grown to 25 different varieties. And it seems like the number of infected people is growing.

According to the American Social Health Association, 750,000 Americans carry human papillomavirus and 4 million people have contracted chlamydia. Two-thirds of all STDs occur in ages 25 or younger.

Girls under 20 have been hardest hit, due in large part to an immature cervix especially vulnerable to STDs because of its thinner transformation zone, an area that thickens and offers more protection against disease as a female matures.

I’d learned all this the same week of the aforementioned restaurant encounter through the work of Miriam Grossman, M.D.

In her two books, Unprotected (2007) and You’re Teaching My Child What? (2009), Grossman, a campus psychiatrist, offers strong scientific evidence against the ability of young people to make smart sexual choices without guidance.

Many have been prevented from hearing the evidence, Grossman says, because of a prevailing sex-education agenda that advocates sexual intimacy at whatever age the person (child) deems right.

Grossman cites Columbia University’s reputable “Go Ask Alice” website as one place that offers advice on sexuality that can put teens in harm’s way.

Sources like this, she says, fail to introduce facts about such things as oxytocin, a powerful hormone that stimulates mother-child bonding but also can be triggered by a kiss or even a hug just 20 seconds in duration.

Oxytocin acts on the brain’s reward center, she explains, sending the message, “Now I’m with someone special. I can relax and trust.”

Helpful as oxytocin is at the right moment, it can hamper judgment when ill-timed.

Add to that what we’ve discovered through neuroscience about the frontal lobe, the reasoning part of our brain, and its relative ineptness in adolescence. Teens are much more apt to act on emotion rather than sound judgment. Just ask your auto rental company.

Girls, who possess higher amounts of oxytocin, are especially vulnerable to being smitten by a testosterone-flooded young man who might be uninterested in sticking around when an STD or pregnancy occurs.

Though some might be tempted to view Grossman’s revelations as faith-based fear tactics, compelling biological facts cannot be ignored by anyone acting on behalf of our youth.

But facts aside, Grossman says organizations like the Sexuality Information and Education Council of the United States and Planned Parenthood consistently tell teens to listen to their own hearts on the matter.

Some good news comes from a poll Grossman cites that points to teens being highly influenced by parents in their decision to delay sexual activity.

Our children are listening to us, after all.

As luck would have it, I’d just shared some facts about oxytocin with my girls in the minivan before our arrival at the restaurant with the chatty teen girls. So instead of feeling powerless in that situation, I was able to give them a real-life example of why my daughters ought to be particularly mindful of their choices in this regard.

I’ll admit, a part of me wanted to gather up those girls in the next booth and share with them – in a gentle way – what I’ve learned, to help them feel cherished and empowered enough to reconsider their dangerous choices.

The best I can do is keep talking to my own kids and sharing information with other parents. Armed with scientific facts, fully developed frontal lobes and love, we can lead our children toward happiness and health.

Roxane B. Salonen works as a freelance writer and children’s author in Fargo, where she and her husband, Troy, are the parents of five children.

Thursday, July 8, 2010

gone fishing

Yes, that's me fishing at age 6 in a little corner of the world called Crandle Lake in Northeast Montana. My father loved to fish, and I was generally the eager adventurer, so fishing it was. This is one of my favorite pictures of childhood. For one, in order for this photo to happen, my Dad had to have thought ahead to bring a camera. I'm wearing handmade clothes my grandmother made, and those soft hair ties we used to wear -- Mom put them in. It was a windy day so my father threw his sweater around my shoulders. He had such toasty sweaters! And there I was in the peace-filled outdoors, waiting for the fish to bite and hanging with Daddy.

Sometimes we need that, don't we? We just need to get away from it all -- the older sister who always seems ready to pick a fight, the messy room, the hum-drum of home. We just need to pack up a lunch, the tackle box and an ice-filled cooler and head out. Summer's as good a time as any to go looking for solitude.

I'm finding I need it too at this juncture in the summer. I need to remove myself for just a little while from the active, busy world of blogging, camp out somewhere cool, and do what needs being done. In particular, I have two projects that are calling to me, urgently. The summer has started off well, and now I feel ready to tackle those projects. But I can't do it if I am also thinking up the next blog post. So I'm going to pull back just long enough to get at those projects and feel like I've made progress on them.

As writers, we need to conserve our writing time. It's hard-won at times. Writing well requires a lot of mental energy. I'm setting out to do that. When I return, I expect to come back revived and readier than ever to engage with the blogging community I've come to adore.

I think this break will be good for all of us. I'll keep my comments open, and I might even come back now and again to post a photo or two. I'll definitely post things like upcoming newspaper columns -- need to keep the published material flowing along. But the regularly scheduled programming will change a bit, for a month or so, until I can't stand it any longer and feel the strong urge to rejoin you all again.

Thanks for understanding. I truly hope you all have a wonderful rest of the summer. I look forward to the end-of-summer reunion!

Hasta luego (until later),

PGM

P.S. I am going to keep posting weekly on Peace Garden Writer, so if you enjoy reading my rants about the writing life, they'll be available still on a regular basis, and I might even come back here with a little reminder each week if I think of it.



Wednesday, July 7, 2010

writing wednesdays: having interviewed the 'vampire author'...

Before I get to my Wednesday teaser, a quick family update. Our 12-year-old daughter has now exchanged places with our 14-year-old son at the grandparents' lake town. Apparently, Liv enjoyed her summer adventure and even talked Grandma into accompanying her on a small shopping trip, through which she acquired several new shades of nail polish. Not wanting to waste time testing them out, she cajoled her young cousin into being her first guinea pig. The resulting photo will be a great one to include in his high-school graduation slideshow about 11 years from now.

For this week's Writing Wednesdays, I'm featuring a lovely lady and well-refined writer, a gal who counts among her favorite interviews one she did not long ago with "vampire author turned angel author" Anne Rice. To read more about Mary's journey into the writing life, dash over the Peace Garden Writer here. I'll look forward to seeing you there!

PGM


Tuesday, July 6, 2010

mama mondays (tuesday version) - post 4th shots

I was all prepared to post my Forum column but it appears a switcheroo was done. Actually, the column that went up instead (written by Tracy Briggs) is about the family vacation and pretty funny, so if you're around here and read The Forum, you'll enjoy it. Since my hands were ready to post, though, I thought I'd include a couple of my favorite photos from the weekend. Two different versions of what the 4th means to Americans, but in the end, to each, it's all about family, relationship, love:



Blessings to All in the (short) week that follows. I'll be retrieving my oldest daughter today, exchanging her for my oldest son, who's next in line for a trip to lake town to spend time with his grandparents and cousins.

Q 4 U: What moment from the weekend past stands out in your mind?

Sunday, July 4, 2010

fourth of july 2010


Two of the kids and I drove down to Sisseton, SD, yesterday to start off the July 4 weekend by celebrating with the ancestors of our nations first people. Having grown up on a reservation, my childhood summertimes were graced by the colors and sounds of powwows. I have missed the drums and the dance and wanted my own kids to know firsthand of their power and beauty. It was a hot day, but we had shade as well as plenty of lemonade and Indian tacos for nourishment. I loved our adventure and am intent now on finding my way to more powwows in the future.

It's worth noting that the American Indian of both today and in recent past has contributed valiantly to our country's survival, even when fighting alongside former adversaries. In Montana alone, since World War I, the participation of Indian people in our country’s wars has been proportionately higher than that of any other racial or ethnic group (The History of the Fort Peck Assiniboine and Sioux Tribes, 1800-2000, p.456).

Yesterday, at the 143rd Annual Sisseton Wahpeton Oyate July 4 Wicipi, the pride of the Indian people regarding their involvement fighting for this country in great numbers was evident. More than fifty American flags were on display, and tributes were carried out for those who have fought and either fallen or survived. It was a very meaningful way to celebrate our country's existence.

Below is a brief glimpse of what we took in:

Q 4 U: How are you/did you celebrating/celebrate your Fourth of July 2010?


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Thursday, July 1, 2010

faith fridays: things that go bump in the light

The more deeply into the faith life I plunge, the more aware I am of how alone we are as believers in a world filled with disbelief. Recently, while doing a medical screening, I was asked to explain part of my faith life that I was not expecting to have to defend. My answer surprised me. I responded with gentle but certain conviction. Until that moment, I don’t know that I was aware how strong I am in my beliefs, how much a part of me they have become. Sometimes we don’t know until we are asked on the spot.

The response from the medical personnel was interesting, too. She did not treat me with hostility, but with curiosity as one would someone, some thing, from another planet. At that moment, I felt very alone in my faith, even if secure in it.

When I am conversing with my faith brothers and sisters, I am in a grace-filled channel, and when I'm in this place, everything flows smoothly, easily. I am invigorated, using all of who I am in my actions and words, not denying my spirit. This is true freedom and it's exhilarating. It feels right and good. When I am not in this place, I realize that no matter how endeared to my faith I might be, I am still in the world, and as long as I am that will never change. I really am an alien in that sense, not yet home. My heart will always yearn for what has not yet come.

It’s sort of an odd thing to ponder. And I don’t mean to shun the world by any means. God gave us this world, too, in order to help us learn to love. As believers, we are not called to turn our backs on the world. God wants us to be a part of it even if not fully entangled with it. Our presence is needed and we need the strength of others as we move along our journey toward the next place.

Alone as I felt that day in the screening room, it was only a few days later that someone crossed onto my path quite unexpectedly. I was at a coffee shop writing an article when he brushed past my table just a few minutes before closing. Then he backtracked, having noticed a book lying next to my laptop. “Have you read this?” he said. It was the start of a very intense, though brief, faith-filled discussion. Because our faith was the base of the discussion, it was invigorating and light-filled. Long introductions weren't necessary. We knew we'd just bumped into a fellow faith sibling. It was as if a mini-reunion were taking place.

Following this meeting, I realized there are times in our lives as believers that we are going to feel very alone, like ducks swimming in water that is the wrong temperature for our particular feathers. But as I also have found, there will be times when God will nudge people onto our path to remind us that we are not alone at all, that there are others emanating the Christ light in our midst, and even if we don’t know their name at first, when we bump into them we’ll recognize them by their spirit.

I can’t help but smile at God’s ways; how in the same week I would be reminded both that I am quite alone and not alone at all in this faith journey. It can be confusing at times to live in the world. We might wonder frequently how we’ll ever find the courage to stay the course. And then, just when we’re questioning it all, God will find a way to reassure us, to let us know we'll never be abandoned and we'll always have fellow journey men and women on the path alongside, behind and before us.

I imagine that heaven will be filled with incidences of soul-bumping, each soul emanating the Christ light. At the point of impact, conversation will be free and light and good, and love will be uncomplicated, pure and enduring.

Q 4 U: When was the last time you bumped into a fellow faith-seeker who helped you realize you’re not alone?