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Tickets on Sale for Listen to Your Mother Plumas County!

17 Apr

Tickets on Sale Now!

Up in the mountains, if you do ticket sales online, well, it just might not happen. Especially in Spring time. All of Plumas County has been cabin fevered for months now. The sky is blue now and though it might be cold, people just aren’t staying in doors. So we thought we’d keep with our Plumas County Springtime traditions of finally getting out and meeting the neighbors again that we haven’t seen since October. With that in mind, tickets are available at these outlets: Taylorsville: Young’s Market on Main Street —Thank you, Young’s Market for your support! Greenville: Lupine’s Natural Food on Crescent Hwy–Thank you, Hank, Lanis, and Lauren! Sterling Sage on Main Street–Thanks Josh and Bink! Quincy Alley Cat Cafe on Main Street—Thanks Julie! Feather River College Bookstore–FRC—Thanks Theo! and of course Plumas Arts in the Capital Building on Main–couldn’t do this project without you.

Proceeds from tickets sales will go to:

•Women’s Mountain Passages to Support their Digg In program for kids

•Funding for literary events and speakers in Plumas County

It’s great to have bakesales, but this is a way better way to raise the funding needed to bring literary arts to Plumas County and FRC.

Teen Suicide & Cutting Solved

18 Mar

I was distressed to see cutting equated as a new fad akin to anorexia or bulimia in last week’s paper (Indian  Valley Record)  for a variety of reasons.  I’m probably as distressed at that as I am at hearing that just giving kids more activities, less alcohol, and more church might stem the tide of teen suicide.  Until we address the underlying causes for the malaise, boredom, and voiceless feelings of our young, all these issues will still be here and increase. We can have all the taskforce meetings and assemblies we want but it’s not truly going to help those that need help until we give our young people answers they may or may not know they are seeking.

To Trina Ritter’s piece on cutting last week I’m disappointed but not surprised. I’m 43. She represents one perspective on the matter. I remember cutting from being in high school in the 1980s. I remember it being overseas in my Department of Defense junior high as well as my California parochial high school. It’s everywhere and has been for quite sometime. IT IS NOT NEW. And saying otherwise belittles those who cut.  I’m sure there are some teens who are cutting for so-called attention, but many cutters I’ve known were simply numb to the trauma of suburban living and its nothingness around them and so they cut themselves in order to feel something that they weren’t getting from the American cultural and familial void.

But there are of course other pressing issues—teen suicide. Suicide is a particularly close subject to me—I’ve lost friends from this and it wasn’t because they were overly depressed, taking drugs, or hanging with the wrong crowd. They wouldn’t have come to a teen night at a community center in the first place.  They died because they were artists and thinkers and couldn’t find a place for themselves in our world, which does its best to crush artists and thinkers. Our public institutions have a tendency to punish children who are interesting, curious, and inquisitive.  They read too many books and go to too few football games. They spent lots of time trying to paint and draw their way to freedom, but at every turn the larger society is there to squelch their ideas as much as possible. Sometimes they have fellow artists to talk to, but often times they don’t. Sometimes they have music as solace; sometimes they don’t.

My point is—if mainstream society wants to raise awareness and save children from such things as cutting and suicide it would do well to actually stop pushing mainstream values of consumerism, team sports, and vacuous belief systems. Children are too smart for that–especially artistic children. If you’ve got a teen at home who doesn’t want to go to school because the experience is overwhelmingly metaphoric, acknowledge that.  School is the one time in life we truly have no control. The state and our parents force us to this institution, which is often full of bullies and people who will not like us for being ourselves. Acknowledge that because not acknowledging it confirms to children that we don’t know what we are talking about. Let kids know that true leaders of our world haven’t been leaders because they conformed to social norms but they became leaders because they didn’t.

Arts education means learning how others dealt with conformity and mainstream societal pressure. The artists, musicians, filmmakers, writers inventors of the past are the guides for how to navigate this strange world we live in that requires us to be happy by doing what everyone else is doing.

If Plumas County is ready to be serious about stemming teen suicides and other self-inflicting behavior then it needs to invest in those children by investing in arts education and art therapies instead.  Young people in this county should have access to a world of art and art therapies. Whether it’s film studies, drama, art, music, and writing courses or therapies of that same nature.

By being able to express themselves truly in their chosen mediums, children of all ages can be saved—without anti-depressants, other prescribed medications, school suspensions, and without school assemblies that attempt to raise awareness when they really just give the bullies new ammunition. Stop wasting money on motivational speakers. Spend that money on art supplies instead.  A box of new crayons. A trip to a museum or a movie theater. Reading a new book. It’s really that simple.

The arts can save a child like nothing else can. I know. They saved me.

 

 

 

 

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Mountain Mamas Bring the LTYM

1 Dec

Mountain Mamas Bring the LTYM

Our website is up! Keep checking back for more information on our 2013 show. Calls for submissions will go out in January 2013.

Plumas County Gets a Listen To Your Mother Show!

12 Nov

Plumas County Gets a Listen To Your Mother Show!

Last Spring I traveled off the mountain for an audition in Ft. Mason for the San Francisco production and totally approached it as a wild card. While it was great to pal around with friends in The City for 24 hours, I was sure competition would be stiff and in no way would my story be chosen for the Mother’s Day spoken word show. But it was! And each month that Spring I made my way back to the City for rehearsals. I met other mom writer people (truly our own species) and had a great reawakening with the stage (what kept me away from it for so long?).

Here is the SF 2012 show: http://www.listentoyourmothershow.com/sanfrancisco/ and here’s me if you’re interested: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8MMKpNq7tMw . Someone remind me not to wear eyeshadow.

When I finally got to see the YouTube’d SF show I was elated to see how different we were as a cast. There were nice mommies here and indie mommies. Mommies from Silicon Valley. Mommies with tattoos. Our directors Kirsten and Kim had found a way to encompass what it is to be a mother in Northern California–they slyly found us all there representing our corners of our worlds that were both universal and very specific. Bravo.

At the SF show a small contingent of Plumas County (my small county east and north of SF in the Sierra Mountains a brief 4.5 hour drive from San Francisco) had come to the show. What were the odds we thought afterwards of bringing a show like this to Plumas County?

We call it Plumas County because all of our rinky-dink towns are too small for most people to know: Quincy, Greenville, Chester, Portola. See? Told ya. We have less than 20,000 people and time sometimes forgets us. We are populated by old families who’ve been here forever, indigenous Maidu families,  telecommuters from the Bay Area, and those southern Californians that got in the car one day and drove north til they stopped. It’s the only area of California where under 300K can buy you a beautiful home on acres of land.

I was confident we could have a show here. We are a tight knit everybody knows everyone community of misfits and overfits. We are that tiny corner of California that votes Red instead of Blue. We are populated by hippies and ranchers alike and have learned to get along. And if we have one thing in common it’s the unspoken notion that up here out of the way of the world, is a great place to raise children. Children raised here get to go outside and play. Everyone knows whose kid belongs to whom. Lots of mothering goes on here–all types. After living here ten years this coming year, I feel like I’ve borne witness to so much and I’m anxious for the world to see us. I’m also quite certain that given our fractionalization last year with talk of school closures and other budget cuts, that a show that unites us will be of great benefit to all of us.

This is the perfect place for an LTYM show. 

So I applied to Ann Immig, the show’s founder to have a LTYM show here in Plumas County, along with Roxanne Valladao from Plumas Arts—and we made it. 

Congratulations , Plumas County —one of the 24 designated cities across the United States to have a Listen to Your Mother Show in May, 2013 for Mother’s Day. http://listentoyourmothershow.com/

I look forward to directing my first show and reading the essays of mothers from the Sierra Mountain counties of Plumas, Butte, Sierra, and Lassen. I look forward to casting the show and doing my small part to help keep Plumas County on the map!

Tales of a Sierra on Fire

16 Aug

Every other year this happens and every other year we start thinking again about climate change and what it means to those of us living up here in rural America —close to the reservoirs and settled in for the apocalypse, but you know, not able to do rain dances to bring relief.

When your world is set on fire many thoughts go through one’s head and none of them are really pretty. Week one of the fire—no big deal. Fire is in a remote area of the forest. Yes, old growth forest is burning down , but the human in us is saying, well, at least it isn’t us. The air is thick—like driving down Foothill Blvd in Pasadena, CA in August or Hollywood about 1 in the afternoon in July. The air smells and feels like I’ve been smoking a pack of cigarettes a day. I’m from Los Angeles. I take pride in how I have gotten my lungs ready for such things. My years in the LA basin like a vaccine against bad air. 

But now I’m no longer being LA snarky about my Sierra Mountains being on fire. Now I’m just pissed off. Now my eyes are burning and my kids are bored and indoors and we can’t go to the creek or the pool or anywhere but inside. The whole reason we live in a forest and not the city is so we can be outside and that is being taken away from us.

I try not to be a conspiracy theorist.

But I have unanswered questions. I want to know why people from all over with little or no training in hiking are allowed on trails that are not maintained or staffed because of budget cuts. I want to know what runs through someone’s mind as he starts a campfire while signs all along the high way say ‘extreme fire danger’. I want to know if said hiker can receive the death penalty because he’s certainly sentenced us.

I want to know why in a state that’s the 7th richest economy in the world that we don’t have a better plan for fire. Why don’t we go gangbusters at the first sign  of fire? Because it is too expensive? Isn’t it more expensive to have a fire blazing for the better part of three weeks?

I want to know why I can point my iPad at the night sky and get a full read out of the constellations and history. I want to know why I can google the farm house I lived in in Japan and where I grew up in Augusta , Georgia. I want to know why no one can watch a damn forest with the same technology that clearly already exists.

Who is in charge? Is this like the Greenville Sheriff Station which refuses to arrest domestic abusers when they break into their ex-wives’ homes? Is it this level of bumbling bubba-ness? Is there something more sinister at work? Is it just our just desserts for living so unsustainably in the first place?

The fire is good for no one. Not a fire this big. This isn’t the redwoods–there’s no germination taking place on a grand scale. But my kids couldn’t work in the community garden today like they do every Wednesday because they couldn’t see. My eyes are bloodshot as a three day drunk binge.  It didn’t have to get this bad. Not at all.

Fall Writing Workshops in Plumas County

9 Jul

Fall semester is around the corner. In addition to regularly scheduled courses at Feather River College (stay tuned for a South East Asian film class more than likely on a Thursday night in the fall), I’ll be teaching several writing workshops.

In Quincy: The Advanced Writers’ Workshop. This has limited enrollment. Email me with the scope of the project you are working on and a brief synopsis. There are 2 openings left for this one. Starts up first week of September.

In Chester: Memoir Writing Workshop. Will run in August @ B&B Booksellers in Chester (in the Gallery) more than likely on a Tuesday or Thursday morning. Email for more info.

In Greenville: Intro to Poetry. Downtown on Friday mornings. Start date TBA.

Email for interest, etc to writerchickmama@gmail.com.

Chance of Rain; Chance of Snow

12 Mar

In the mountains, the weather does what it wants plans be damned–which means my current living is in conflict with my southern Californian upbringing–which is to say every where else in California, man seems to be able to manipulate just enough of nature or has subjugated it so long that it  limps along quietly. Not so , the mountains. There’s a slight chance of rain and snow and that will undoubtably make my day harder and I have to remind myself over and over that these are good things.

It’s almost mid-March. We should be celebrating spring. Daffodils should be shooting up and perhaps somewhere they are and we are caught in an uneasy feeling, uneasy wishes. See, there was hardly any snow. We had a global warming sort of winter…it snowed all of three times and didn’t last. But we all started making fires in the fireplaces last September waiting…waiting. And now it’s March and we’re sick of waiting for the big snow storms. WE want the sun. 

Driving the kids to school every morning means looking over at the creek and noticing how low it is. In March it should be fairly treacherous. I shouldn’t be able to see the island in the middle of the creek. I shouldn’t be able to walk to it from the creek banks and not even get my knees wet. But that’s where the water line isn’t.  Which makes me think of how contaminated the water will be this year. Giardia from the nearby ranchers refusal to remove their cattle from waterways among other microbes will be uber present. The fire danger signs this summer will be bright code red all summer. 

So I wait and hope for the sun. Even though the sun will only make it worse.

KQNY streaming around the world!

1 Mar

We are everywhere now!

http://www.plumasnews.com/mcondon/9194-small-town-radio-attracts-international-audience

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