Monday, May 21, 2007

yes, you may.






This is Molly.

And for those who don't know who she was, well, dang, you missed a fine one. Her Wikipedia entry humdrumly describes her as an "American newspaper columnist, political commentator and best-selling author," but good Lord, that doesn't even glance the surface of the mighty deep, mighty full, mighty tumultuous well of ass-kickin', name-takin', word-masterin', righteously scathing hilarity that was Miss Molly Ivins. And she wasn't just an American, by God; she was a Texan through and through, if ever there was one.

Long considered (and by many conservatives, long feared) to be ultimately unsinkable, Molly — following seven years of battle — was finally and sadly sunk by breast cancer about four months ago. The Texas Observer, for which Molly wrote from 1970-76 and to which she seemed to be wedded in many ways until her death, has a fabulous tribute to Molly available online, as well as a printed tribute issue available to order.

An amazing array of famous folks have contributed their two cents about Molly Ivins as a force of nature and the inspirational swath she left in her wake: from former Texas Ag Commish Jim Hightower to former CBS anchorman Dan Rather, from singing satirist Mark Russell to public radio's Garrison Keillor, from author Anne Lamott to journalist Bill Moyers. And you've got to love a six-foot-tall white woman from Texas whose death garners original poetry from acclaimed African-American poetesses Naomi Shihab Nye and Maya Angelou. I mean, she must have been doing something right.

But from my perspective, one of the best quotations among the many tribute pieces written about Molly comes from Molly herself, as Adam Hochschild, one of the co-founders of Mother Jones magazine, quotes the close of a column Ivins wrote for the mag a whopping 14 years ago:

So keep fightin' for freedom and justice, beloveds, but don't you forget to have fun doin' it. Lord, let your laughter ring forth. Be outrageous ... rejoice in all the oddities that freedom can produce. And when you get through kickin' ass and celebratin' the sheer joy of a good fight, be sure to tell those who come after you how much fun it was.

Rest in peace, Molly.
May your laughter forever ring forth in our ears so that we don't rest until our fightin's done.


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Personal Power.

In every issue of "Skirting," thanks to the gracious generosity of Austin author and life coach Renée Trudeau, I'll include a little morsel from her wonderful book, The Mother's Guide to Self-Renewal: How to Reclaim, Rejuvenate and Re-Balance Your Life. The book is available at Renée's website, at amazon.com, or locally at Book Woman, Book People or The Crossings.

Personal power is about living your truth, aligning with your life purpose and expressing your authentic self. It's fully expressing your potential and being all that you were meant to be.

Here are some ways you can practice standing in your personal power:

  • Find your voice. Sometimes we remain quiet when we disagree with what is being presented. Speak your mind and express how you really feel. Don't overexplain or justify your position. Find your voice and use it!


  • Make your self-care a priority. This is one of the best and clearest ways to validate your self-worth and send a message to yourself that your are worth this investment. Nurture yourself physically, emotionally, mentally and spiritually.


  • Stop caring what others think. (You'll be working on this your whole life.) Imagine who you would be or what you would do if you didn't care what others thought of you.


  • Practice being more direct and more assertive in your communication with others. Notice how people respond to the way you communicate. Do you feel good about how you state your needs and desires and communicate with others?


  • Let your light shine. Most of us are more afraid of our own light than of our own shadow. Take a risk, let others see your talents and gifts. Express yourself! Don't hold back.


  • Become financially savvy. Creating your own nest egg, managing a household or business budget, or co-creating a financial plan with your partner can be very empowering. Most people find getting their financial house in order to be very liberating!


  • Stop settling. What do you want? Pause. What do you really, really want? Stop settling. The more comfortable you become at owning your power, the clearer you'll become on what you truly desire. Then you can start living the life you want.


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Money — that's what I want.

I ask you, what says "We're equals" better than the cha-ching of an egalitarian paycheck?
Unfortunately, we still wouldn't know, girls.

According to new research released by the American Association of University Women Educational Foundation, even just one year following college graduation, full-time working women already earn 20% less than their male colleagues — and the pay gap only broadens over time. At ten years post-graduation, women earn only 69% of what mean earn, and are less likely to be involved in hiring and firing, supervising others and setting pay.

Even after controlling for occupation, hours, parenthood and other factors known to affect earnings, the research indicates 25% of the pay gap remains unexplained and is likely due to sex discrimination. Gosh, y'think?

ABC News covered this story, and put together a follow-up piece about how to successfully negotiate your salary . . . which I think is helpful, but something that struck me about it is how some of the tips are really about how to negotiate your salary like a man (e.g., remove emotion, do it as if it's for someone else, etc.) — something apparently still synonymous with success in the business world.

We've come a long way, yes, but we've still got a long way to go.


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Isn't 'working mother' a redundancy anyway?

Good news: Salary.com estimates the annual value of a full-time mom at $138,095, up 3% from last year, and the added value of a second-shift mom (who mothers in addition to another job) at $85,939.

Not so good news: Being a mom will cost you out in the workplace. Big time.

According to columnist Ellen Goodman in the Contra Costa Times, a study recently published by Shelley Correll in the American Journal of Sociology found that a motherhood penalty indeed exists, to the extent that much of the time, mothers need not apply.

In the study, when two equally qualified candidates — save for a single résumé mention of being an officer for a parent-teacher association — applied for the same job, the mother was 100% less likely to be hired.

Moms were considered to be less competent, less committed, and were offered $11,000 less in starting pay than childless women. Just for giggles, they were also judged more harshly for tardiness.

As Goodman concludes, "Here in 2007, there is still a deep-seated bias that puts the image of a 'good mother' at odds with that of an 'ideal worker.' Until we wrestle down the beliefs and the rules of the workplace, our annual homage to the family-values keeper will be as sentimental as this year's $138,095 paycheck."


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A dove for inner peace.

You've probably seen their print ads and tv spots, but if you've not visited the Dove Campaign for Real Beauty website, then you really should.

This groundbreaking campaign/company is addressing the fundamental yet complex issues of women's beauty, body image and self-worth at every age and size, from our daughters to our grandmothers, uber-petites to Lane Bryant regulars, and all of us in-between. It's all positive and it's all powerful. A click-through sampling:

  • Dove's amazing "pro-age" commercial — too full of nude women of a certain age to actually air on real television — should fill some of us with pride, offers many of us hope and empowers all of us, regardless of whether you buy into the related niche-marketing product line.


  • At the other end of the age spectrum is Dove's latest commercial, featuring images of radiant young girls with revealing confessions of self-loathing alongside them. It also mentions the Dove Self-Esteem Fund, which has been created "as an agent of change to educate and inspire girls on a wider definition of beauty." Worthwhile, yes?


  • Spend a half-minute watching the film "Evolution," which documents how the modeling industry takes a quite average-looking woman and turns her into a billboard beauty (Photoshopping notwithstanding — the neck-lengthening was the most eye-opening element for me!).
Sure, Dove belongs to Unilever, one of the world's giants in packaged consumer goods manufacturing — their domain also includes Axe, Ben & Jerry's and Slim-Fast of all things — but you've got to applaud their approach. I mean, when was the last time somebody trying to sell you something left you feeling respected?


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Share.

Think in terms of sharing rather than giving.
It's possible to give until you have nothing left.

With sharing, you draw from what you have.
Replenishing your reserves and refilling your coffers allow the sharing to continue.

This is how a generous spirit begets an abundant life.

body + soul magazine, 12.06


If we all share what we've been blessed with,
then we bless others with our sharing,
& so it goes.



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Celebrate the everyday.



Remember, where there is connection, there is power.
Where there is power, there is hope for change.
For ourselves, and for our world.

We are all connected. We are all powerful.
Until my next post, be well, be happy & be hopeful.


Please feel free to send along comments, questions, ideas, suggestions, or requests to be unsubscribed. I honor them all, just as I honor you.


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Wednesday, May 9, 2007

smile.




Smile . . .

Because this wasn't you.

At the sheer shock & awe value of such a photo.

Because now you know a little secret about this photo: I'm smiling only because the swarthy, rather harsh trapeze instructor barked from the ground as one of his monosyllabic orders, "Smile!!" But it does make for a happy picture, doesn't it?

It was, for me, a two-hour lesson in embracing imperfection, the union of my own physical capabilities and limitations, and being present — none of which I mastered, by the way. But hey, it was a lesson, right?

And it was a hoot. A once-in-a-lifetime hoot.


Own your magnificence.
The world needs your brilliance & grace.

Happy Mother's Day.








Thursday, April 19, 2007

spring 2007.

Welcome.

I'm launching this public blog because I'm a woman — and honestly, I sort of forgot that for a while.

See, when I was a co-ed at UT Austin, I was a young woman just beginning to come into her own. And I was influenced and inspired by several incredible women — many of them strong-personalitied, good-humored, loud-mouthed Texas women, like me. I read them and listened to them and watched them and just fundamentally idolized them across the board.

Then, I began working, met a sweet man, got married and had two beautiful children, and I identified myself has a mom, a wife and a writer. They were titles I had dreamed of holding for many years, and finally being able to call them mine has made me wonderfully happy. But somehow "woman" — just woman, beyond the context of the workplace or marriage or motherhood — sort of fell off the list. Now, I'm not one of those who feels she relinquished or lost herself completely in family or work, but I do believe it's almost impossible not to let little pieces of you slip beneath the surface as you bring new and energy-consuming experiences — like kids and careers — into your life.

Skip a little to the present-day, and I find myself with a 12-year-old marriage, an 8-year-old daughter, a 4-year-old son, an almost-5-year-old freelance writing business, and the big four-oh staring me down come summertime. And within the past eight months, several things have happened that, together, are proving to be what Oprah might call a big "Aha!" Moment for me. Honestly, I'm still putting all the pieces together, but today, here's what I know for sure (another Oprah-ism):

{a} We as women hold power — an immense amount of power, both within ourselves and within our world. Much of it remains untapped. Why? Your guess is as good as mine. Maybe because we're not familiar with it, we've never exercised it, it's scary. We don't know what to do with it, we're not even sure we believe in it. Maybe just because we're so dang busy taking care of everything (and I mean everything) we take care of, we just never see it.

{b} When we as women connect — genuinely connect at our cores (i.e., not through idle chatter, gossip, bitch sessions or potty-training note comparisons), it taps into our power individually and collectively. It puts us past our fears, sends our energy soaring and reveals what we're really capable of. It is literally awesome.

So this blog is a piece of my journey, one little offering from me to help other women remember who they are at their heart center, and to help connect us to each other and to the issues that affect us all out in the world (talk about scary).

Where there is connection, there is power.
Where there is power, there is hope for change.
For ourselves, and for our world.


Next issue: How the Oprah-nomenon is proof
of the power of women's circles . . .



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Inspiration.

Our worst fear is not that we are inadequate; our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us.

We ask ourselves, ‘Who am I to be so brilliant, gorgeous, talented and fabulous?’ Actually, who are we not to be?

You are a child of God.

Your playing small doesn’t serve the world. There is nothing enlightening about shrinking so that other people won’t feel insecure around you.

We were born to make manifest the glory of God within us. It is not just in some of us; it is in everyone.

And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same.

— Marianne Williamson
Return to Love


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Invitation.

Consider this a personal invitation from me to you to what is bound to be an amazing and inspiring Austin event . . .

Reclaim, Rejuvenate, Re-Balance: An Evening of Self-Renewal for Mothers is happening Wednesday, May 9th, from 6:30 - 9:30 p.m. @ Mercury Hall.

This self-renewal soirée will celebrate mothers with culinary delights, decadent desserts, wonderful wines/beverages, self-care treats and a private performance by award-winning artist Sara Hickman, featuring songs from her latest album, Motherlode.

The event will also mark the national launch of the new book The Mother's Guide to Self-Renewal: How to Relaim, Rejuvenate and Re-Balance Your Life, by Austin-based life-balance coach Renée Trudeau, as well as the Personal Renewal Group for Moms coaching program based upon the book.

A personal note: I've been a member of Renée's Personal Renewal Group for Moms since last September, and it has been a life-changing experience for me. The groups are designed specifically for women to explore and learn how to reconnect with who they are, strategies for making self-care/nurturing a priority and how to experience greater life balance. It's meaningful, powerful work.

Your ticket for An Evening of Self-Renewal covers all food, drink and a copy of Renée's book (a $20 value). You can buy tickets in advance online for $30 {click here}, or at the door for $35. Or you can get more event info. {click here}

I hope to see you there then!!


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Blessings to Blacksburg.

This week, as I've joined the rest of America, stricken and sickened, watching the tragedy and grief unfurl at Virginia Tech University, I was reminded of an essay I recently read by Anna Quindlen. The piece is about what parents face every day, all day long, from the miraculous moment their first child appears until . . . well, maybe until eternity. More accurately, the essay is about what we don't face, what we can't face every day, all day long, because if we did, then we would break into little pieces.

My heart is with all the parents of all the children involved in this devastating event, whose lives will never be the same, will always feel slightly incomplete, and will eventually and inevitably center around a bevy of seemingly impossible tasks like forgiveness and acceptance. And my heart goes especially to one mother and father who must live out their days haunted by the knowledge that their child was so hollowed out by hopelessness, so filled with deep, dark questions that this was his answer.

excerpted from "Fall From the Nest," June 1994:

Now I know that much of parenthood is watching and waiting for the chick to fall into harm's way, watching and waiting for the cats and the cold nights. The joyous enterprise has an undercurrent of terror. Part of the reason for the palpable happiness of commencement season is the great relief of knowing that some danger point is past, whether in high school in South Central L.A. or college in Cambridge. Some times and some places are far more perilous than others. But having children is always a perilous undertaking.

It's the randomness of it that is so awful, as we clutch close our little constructions of family and home and school, an artful web of twigs. Children step in front of cars and fall into pools; teenagers take the wrong drugs, drive too fast, dip too deep into some well of despair. Some get stuck in the tar of the bad spots, and some do not. Some grow up strong with bad upbringings, and some falter with good ones.

In front of me, stuck in the corner of a picture frame, is a black-and-white photograph. In the doorway of a dining room with dark patterned wallpaper is a young woman holding an infant. Behind her, the table is set for dinner. In the mirror over the sideboard is reflected a man in the living room beyond, a young man in khakis and a white shirt. The man is the woman's husband, the baby's father. The baby is me.

In profile, her head dipped down over the infant's, my mother looks as if she is speaking in the picture, and sometimes I think she is telling me a secret, and that if only I can read her lips, I will know how she intends to keep me safe. But the secret is that there is no secret. There is no formula, much as I once looked for one in the pages of Spock and Penelope Leach, believeing that chid-rearing was algebra and that if I studied hard enough, I would succeed.


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Friend or foe? A woman knows.

Whatever our variety of views about what's happening in Iraq, we can all agree it's important for the United States to know who can be trusted in the Middle East. According to policy analyst Matthew Mainen, examining how women are treated is a solid sign of like ideologies, and therefore, indicative of who our allies really should be. Here's why we should pal up with Pakistan and say "so long!" to Saudi Arabia.


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M is for Madam Speaker.

"Far be it from me to reduce Nancy Pelosi to merely the sum of the carpool miles she drove, but it took an extraordinary woman to do that and move on to become Speaker of the House.

To object to Pelosi's inclusion of children in politics is to presume that an erstwhile stay-at-home mom brings nothing with her to public life from that experience, that she gained nothing from it, that child-rearing is mere baby-sitting, only keeping children alive until they can take care of themselves.

In fact, it is an art and a science, and it changes you. It grows you up. At a minimum, it teaches you just how many supposed grown-ups need only a good, long nap to be decent neighbors and co-workers."

— Debra J. Dickerson
salon.com, 1.8.07


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Eight great girl getaways.

Travel often opens the eyes, sometimes opens the mind, occasionally opens the heart, and is always good for the soul. Whether you're seeking enlightenment, celebrating powerful women and their places in history, or just want to have some fun, author Stephanie Elizondo Griest's latest book, 100 Places Every Woman Should Go, will fill the bill. Here's a sampling of eight of her favorite spots for womanly wanderers — and one of them, perfect for womanly affirmation, is right here in Austin!!


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Share.

This is your life.
It's the only one you get. So no excuses & no do-overs.

If you make a mistake or fail at something,
then you learn from it, you get over it, & you move on.

Your job is to be the very best person you can be &
to never settle for anything less.


— Lily Adams
summarizing what she learned about life
from her grandmother, Ann Richards



If we all share what we've been blessed with,
then we bless others with our sharing,
& so it goes.



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Celebrate the everyday.



I hope you've found this inaugural issue of "Skirting" interesting and maybe a little inspiring.

Above all, I hope it helped remind you that you're connected to a powerful community, and the more connected we are, the more powerful we are.

Please feel free to send along comments, questions, ideas, suggestions, or requests to be unsubscribed. I honor them all.

Until my next post, be well & happy.


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