Wednesday, October 29, 2008

Write to Marry: Our Illegal Marriage

This blog post is an effort to raise awareness and rally around LGBT families in California as same sex marriage goes up for a vote. Here's hoping that people vote NO on Prop 8 and that our sister state to the south continues to sanction same sex marriages!

My partner and I were married on March 4, 2004, (march forth!) in our home state of Oregon. At that time, Multnomah County Commissioners (Portland) deemed it unconstitutional to deny lesbian and gay couples marriage licenses and so, same sex couples were granted marriages for a short time. We were one of 3,000 couples to be married in Oregon. Sadly, the following November, Oregon voters passed an amendment to the constitution defining marriage as between one man and one woman. We received a refund of our $60.00 license fee and still have a copy of our defunct marriage certificate... a keepsake of sorts reminding us of the historic moment.

On February 1, 2008, Oregon's Domestic Partnership Law went into effect, legalizing Domestic Partnerships . Domestic partnership in Oregon provides my family with some of the rights and protections otherwise afforded by marriage. These rights are outlined by Basic Rights Oregon, a state organization "committed to ending discrimination based on sexual orientation and gender identity". I appreciate all of the hard work done by the staff and volunteers as they represented the LGBT community throughout the legislative process, ultimately contributing to our state's passing of domestic partner legislation. We same sex couples living in domestically partnered bliss, exist in a separate (and unequal) category and are afforded no recognition on a Federal level. While Oregon's domestic partnership law remains a gain to be celebrated, legalizing same sex marriage in the state of California would be a wonderful step toward equality for all of us whether we reside within state boundaries or beyond.



Thursday, July 24, 2008

Marbled Murrelets and Mama

Mama, aka Amy has been busy doing Marbled Murrelet surveys. Every morning at 3ish AM, she leaves the family bed to journey into the forest and hike, climb, scramble, slip, and slide across hills, streams, and rough terrain to watch and listen for the seabirds that may be nesting in the area. The multitude of ways this endangered species has created upheavel for the logging industry is nothing compared to the ways it has turned our family schedule on its head!! Its been great for Amy to get out into the field. She has had two flat tires (good thing my woman knows how to change a flat!! unlike myself I admit with shame), and one puncture wound to the butt cheek, and lots of stinging nettle. She is currently reading "Women Who Work in the Wild".

Monday, June 23, 2008

Trashing It

"I went to the store. I bought a wastebasket. The cashier put it in a bag. I brought it home. I took it out of the bag. I crumpled up the bag and tossed it in the wastebasket." –Lily Tomlin

When we throw something 'away', the thing doesn't really go away.. and the realization that there is no such thing as 'away' is a necessity for the survival of our planet and health. I was thinking this after hearing an update on NPR about two men, Dr. Marcus Eriksen and Joel Paschal who are sailing a raft made of old plastic bottles from Long Beach, Ca to mainland Hawaii. Check out their adventures here!

More about Pacific Ocean Trash Patch of the North Pacific Gyre.
About the seacraft

Wednesday, June 18, 2008

Sunday, June 1, 2008

Happy Blogging for LGBT Families!

The Top Ten Reasons Why I Love Lesbian Mommyhood

10. Our son learned the word softball before the word baseball.
9. Family friendly drag shows put the F in FUN!
8. Babies give another reason to buy bags with lots of pockets.
7. Jodie Foster in Nim's Island, definitely offers something for both kids and moms!
6. Involving our son in political and community events that foster solidarity among the LGBT community.
5. Queering up the heteronormative family model and making room for otherness.
4. I have gained a keener appreciation of the fact that (in the words of RuPaul), "we're born naked and all the rest is drag!"
3. "Whoa, a big mama one!" For our son, the biggest things are mama things.
2. Our son gets to watch not one, but two women mow the lawn and use power tools on a regular basis.

AND THE #1 REASON I LOVE BEING A LESBIAN MOM IS...
1. My partner and I are able to share our love and lives with our sweet son!



The Top Ten List of Statements/Questions That Most Ruffle This Lesbian Mommy's Feathers
(or at least make me squint, cock my head to the side and think "what the *?@!")


10. When co-workers wish me a happy father's day.
9. Straight people asking my partner and I if we're married.
(umm, can you elaborate on that question? What exactly do you mean by the word 'married'?)
8. The jaw dropping that accompanies others' reactions that we conceived our son at home (without a doctor, a backless gown, or any other medical accoutrement)
7. The title of Peggy O'Mara's magazine "Mothering: Natural Family Living".
(Anything else is simply... unnatural?)
6. Artificial Insemination
(need I say more?)
5. "Your son is all boy!"
(and any or all related comments)
4. "He's gonna be popular with the girls!" *nudge, wink*
(hey, what about the boys?)
3. "All of the only children I've known are .... "
(you fill in the blank)
2. "I don't like kids."
(studies show 87% of adults were kids at some time or another)

AND THE #1 THING YOU CAN SAY TO RUFFLE THIS LESBIAN MOMMY'S FEATHERS IS
1. "So, when are you going to have a baby?"
(exactly what part of "I have a son" didn't you understand?)

Thursday, May 22, 2008

Its Primary!

On Tuesday morning I headed to the courthouse to cast my vote with my son in the lead. The mail-in ballot system Oregon uses is a benefit for voter turnout in our state however, I relished the sense of community my in-person voting experience fostered. As for the results of the elections I think Basic Rights Oregon summed them up nicely in the quote that follows.

"One of the most exciting primaries in recent Oregon history has come to a nail-biting end. Oregon has played a key role in the race for the Democratic Presidential nominee and Portlanders elected Sam Adams, the first openly gay mayor of a major city in the United States." (from Basic Rights Oregon)

Friday, May 16, 2008

Tell Me A Story

"Tell me a story," my two and a half year old son asks me. I have come to not only fully expect this request, but meet it with a hodge podge of reality/fantasy tales. Sometimes my son is a main character and sometimes just one among a cast of many. Still other times I take prompts from my son and or partner and spin them into a tale that hybridizes our daily experiences with imaginary ones.

Storytelling isn't a skill one typically thinks to hone up on in preparation for parenthood. Nowhere did any of the pregnancy books suggest, 'as your pregnant partner does kegels, you can quickly map out skeleton plot lines and train your brain for what will be a marathon of storytelling sessions testing your improvisational skills and imagination". While my partner did her nightly 'kick counts' I could've told her about my day by casting roles to Brothers Grimm characters while delivering dialogue in Seussian rhyme. I didn't anticipate how much my son would enjoy and request stories, and I give the word "story" a very broad definition here. Anything that communicates an event (past, present, or future) and involves any one or more people constitutes a story. Often I'll finish telling him something and he'll say, "tell me that story again mommy". This has prompted a reconsideration of the role stories play in communication and the extent, degree, and ways with which I use them.

Being a student of anthropology and an armchair/ cocktail party anthropology enthusiast, I have studied about the role of stories in human cultures, and the many purposes they serve. However, I am still amazed at my son's insatiable appetite for them or really for anything closely resembling an experiential account. I was pleasantly surprised to find a neurobiological approach to understanding this human drive for stories in the book Parenting From the Inside Out by Daniel Siegel. In the book he specifically addresses what he calls autobiographical narratives and the benefits of a parent having a coherent life story as she helps her children make sense of their lives. He also takes a look at how stories function more generally. "Stories are the way we make sense out of the events of our lives. Individually and collectively we tell stories in order to understand what has happened to us and to create meaning from those experiences. Storytelling is fundamental to all human cultures, and our shared stories create a connection to others that builds a sense of belonging to a particular community. The stories of a particular culture shape how its members perceive the world. In this way, stories both are created by us and shape who we are. For these reasons, stories are central to both individual and collective human experience."

He goes on to propose that narratives emerge out of a flexible blending of cognitive processing modes found in both the left and right hemispheres of the brain. The left mode of processing tends to be linear, logical, language based, attending to cause and effect relationships and patterns. The right hemispheric mode is non-linear, holistic, visuo-spatial, and attends to autobiographical data, nonverbal signals, an integrated sense of the body, metal models of self, intense emotions, and social understanding. As we tell stories, or share experiences via stories, we draw on the wide range of internal processes found in both hemispheres and offer opportunities for these differential processes to become integrated. "Stories involve logical sequencing of events, but they also play a powerful role in regulating emotions; in this way, stories are a good example of how emotion and analytical thinking are intertwined."

Stories, at least along these lines of thought, allow for integration of neural networks, integration of our experiences into self-identities, and further integration of individuals into communities as individuals identify with, empathize with, and form relationships with others. Stories then take on functions such as transmission and preservation of culture and act as cornerstones to cultural identity.

I still remember many of the stories told to me as a child by my parents and grandparents. As a child of a Deaf parent I know how important stories were to my dad in relating his identity as a Deaf man and how valuable they are to me in finding my place in the Deaf community. As a lesbian I have felt the value of sharing my coming out story, hearing those of others, and profoundly appreciate individual LGBT stories that make our community and our lives rich and visible. Now, as a mother, I experience the primacy of stories everyday as I share and relate with my son; I see them through new eyes and appreciate the joining they allow. Here's to the magic of stories and their central place in our lives, relationships, and cultures. Lets honor the dinner table conversations, bedtime rituals, and yes, even the blogs that give stories a time and a space to grow!

Tuesday, May 13, 2008

Where's the interpreter? **get your glasses**

I was honored to interpret for Senator Barack Obama at one of his stops in Oregon. If you look at the left edge of the video you'll see someone wearing a black sweater and waving her arms around...

Tuesday, May 6, 2008

Just a Tick

Ticks are something to be aware of especially during spring and summer hikes. After our last hike at the Oregon Dunes, we found a Pacific Coast Tick (photo above) inside our son's ear. Luckily it hadn't bitten him yet and we were able to scratch it off (although the sucker was really holding on!). After familiarizing ourselves with types of ticks, what they look like and the diseases possibly carried by each, and arming ourselves with a couple of tick kits, we feel much more confident that in the event of a bite, we'll know what to do. Most people are familiar with Lyme Disease, but there are others that ticks can carry as well. One great preventative tip is to remember to brush off after a hike to rid yourself, your children, and dogs of any hitchhikers before buckling up for the ride home. The hope is to find and remove them before they have bitten and inserted their heads beneath the skin for a meal. After which point removal is much more tricky and infection more likely. Using insect repellents such as OFF which contains DEET is one option, though you want to consider risks of toxicity especially when using it on small children. The APA has made a cautionary statement about the use of products containing DEET, particularly NOT to use a combination sunscreen/insect repellent product due to the risk of overexposure to DEET from repeat applications. Other "natural" insect repellents are also available and may offer some protection although their degree of effectiveness often varies due to the body chemistry of the individual and many choose to opt for lightweight long sleeves, pants, and netting over any chemical repellent. This does bring up the issue of mosquitoes and West Nile Virus, which fortunately, is rare in Oregon. Nevertheless, don't let these pesky critters dampen your adventurous spirits or your outdoor excursions. Take some simple proactive steps to educate yourselves and your children and keep first aid supplies handy. Lastly, keep in mind that everything has to eat. In adopting a curious attitude toward nature and our part in it (even as your hair begins to stand up on end, you suppress a shudder, and begin to recall several disease horror stories) you can encourage your own health and that of your children.

Monday, May 5, 2008

Oregon Dunes Overlook





The Oregon Dunes is a 40 mile stretch of sand dunes between the coastal cities of Florence and North Bend Oregon. They are very unique geologically, with converging habitats of coastal, open dune, wetland and forest environments. There are several hiking opportunities throughout the region. We chose a one-mile beach trek (2 miles round trip) called the Oregon Dunes Overlook trail. We began our hike in open dunes, and with the strong afternoon winds characteristic of this region. A pair of sunglasses is a necessity to keep sand particles out of eyes, mouth, etc. Sunglasses are especially important for kids since their eyes are so much closer to the gusts of sand kicked up by the wind off the dunes. There's nothing like huge dunes of sand to make everyone feel like a kid! Throughout the hike, we could hear the crashing of the surf; a powerful motivator for anyone to hike toward. We saw blossoming trees, lots of shore birds, loads of sand dollar shells, crab shells, and razor clam shells. This was a beautiful hike and highly recommended!

Friday, April 18, 2008

Sunshine on Silver Falls






Spring has sprung. Our family celebrated this day among the first of sunny days and warmer temperatures by hiking at Silver Falls State Park. With the runoff still high from this winter's snow melt, the falls are spectacular this time of year. We began at the South Falls, hiking up the Rim Trail to Winter Falls. This took us past some gigantic conifers (mostly Douglas-fir) probably 300+ years old on a very kid friendly trail (wide with no steep drops). My son hiked the first 1/4 mile all by himself with his very own little pack on his back. The little REI pack has a whistle built into the chest clip which my son discovered soon after we bought it. He happily traipsed through the forest blowing his whistle and carrying the map (he was really into the map.. who knew?!) and telling oncoming hikers "Hi! Here we come!". When my son was ready to be packed for a while, my partner slung him into our Sherpani pack and we took the Winter Trail up to the Trail of Ten Falls. This took us past Winter Falls and Twin Falls. Here is a picture of my sweetheart and our son in front of Winter Falls. We continued up to the North Falls letting our son down to explore the cavernous trail behind the waterfall. There were lots of butterflies under the rock overhang, possible having cocooned there. We then dipped our hands into the river before hiking back down to the South Falls (and our car) following the Rim Trail all the way. Long stretches of the Rim Trail were kid friendly; not too many steep drops off the trail edge, lots of wooden bridges, running water, trees, snags, stumps, sap, ferns, mosses, lichen, shrubs, wildflowers (lots of wild trillium blooming), insects, etc. With so much to explore and examine this is a great overall hike with a little one. When our son tired, I carried him on my shoulders. It'll be a sad day when I can't whisk his slender little frame up like that anymore. We hiked 4 miles round trip. I carried him on my shoulders most of the way back down. This 4 mile trek took us about 4 hours and was great fun.

Tribute to Bush (and I don't mean the president!) **contains faux nudity**

Monday, April 14, 2008

Newport is for Lovers






Valentines Day 2008 we spent in Newport Oregon. We stayed at the Whale Inn, a quaint and rather run down, coastal motel off Hwy 101 in Depoe Bay. My sweetheart, spent all day in a conference while my son and I packed ourselves off to the Newport Aquarium. We then grabbed some lunch and drove out to Yaquina Head where we sat beside the lighthouse and ate. Appetites sated, we hiked up Salal Hill a quarter mile to the top. My son and Sam, our dog, ran the whole way up, here's a picture of the view. After looking at the ocean from afar, we decided to take a closer peek. We descended to Cobble Beach on the south side of the lighthouse. The cobbles were lots of fun to walk on and slide down, making such cool clacking and cracking noises. Since the tide was out, we were able to walk out to the tidepools. My son loved touching the sea anemones and sea stars. After the sun had gone down and my partner was all conferenced out, we collapsed into our little double bed in the motel room and fell asleep... despite the periodic whirring of the heater which sounded like a rocket was launching once an hour at our feet. If cherubs and arrows spell Valentine's Day then our gritty motel room, noisy heater and crowded little bed spelled Love.