I’ll “BEE” Damned!

Someone that frequents the library sent me a Facebook message asking if I’d like to attend a local charity event for free. She told me a sponsor purchased a table with the intention of offering the seats to those who serve the community. So my husband and I said we would be delighted!

The event was the BWEF Bodacious Bee. It was held at Roger Williams University. There were lots of vendors from the culinary incubator Hope & Main and thanks to them we were full before dinner was even served! Local entrepreneur Alayne White was there with a slew of vintage typewriters. Guests were invited to tap (pun intended) into their creative potential and share their thoughts about anything they wanted. In addition, there were tons of auction items and my husband took home tickets to see the Pawsox, which we are happy about since they are relocating the stadium soon!

After announcements the teams got on stage and began the bee. Some of the outfits and team costumes were hilarious. I especially loved the R BEE G (dressed as Supreme Court Justice Ruth Bader Ginsburg). I tried to spell the words while at the table and I was able to spell many but there were some tricky medical terms and some terms from the Catholic religion that I SHOULD have known since I spent so many years in Catholic school. The infamous Catholic guilt still reigns on.

It must have taken a heroic effort to get this done so thanks to you all. We had a nice time! Pardon the low quality pics;  the room was very dark!

The brochure for the evening.
No event is complete without a photo booth.
Typing away. I forgot how much pressure I needed to apply to get the keys to work!
R BEE G in the middle. Complete with lace collar. Well done ladies.
Here is my letter to children which I left at the table. Clearly I need practice using a typewriter, especially pressing hard on the keys!



How About Those Resolutions

Well, I am trying to stick to my resolutions this year. If you didn’t catch that post click HERE to read up. So far, so good!  Taking it a day at a time. I’m no overachiever, especially when it comes to doing something for myself…..

I should have called it the “year of me” because that is what my list really sounds like. I am taking a sewing class this weekend. I have been writing on my own a bit, thanks to my super micro-organized Happy Planner. I can’t believe this, but I actually took a writing class yesterday!!! Remember, libraries offer FREE writing workshops. You can’t beat it. You better check your local library’s website right now. The workshop I attended was one night and it filled up fast! Don’t miss it!

The workshop at the Rogers Free Library was led by Susan Tacent. This workshop happened to be based upon Kurt Vonnegut since the local university is celebrating the 50th anniversary of his novel Slaughterhouse Five with special programs for the community. What a treat for us!

The workshop ran a little over two hours. We started out with Vonnegut’s rules for writers. We reviewed them out of order, which was interesting.

Shortly after, the instructor asked us to throw out some ideas. We started with the gender of the character, her location, wants, needs etc. It was fun to watch this character form in front of us, but only piece by piece.

After that we were given time to write a story using these ideas. No one read their stories aloud, but some shared a summary of the plot. It was interesting that everyone’s story was different. It seemed some were dark stories, with violence or tension.

Mine was a bit more dark than I anticipated but that is ok. It is something I probably wouldn’t write on my own so nothing lost here. Since she is so stoic I figured a loud inner monologue would be interesting. Obviously I did not have time to finish, but below is what I wrote.

I had sex once. It was with a guy. It was repulsive. There was nochemistry or affection like I see in the movies. It was just likesomeone trying to press the wrong sides of magnets together. It  was fast, sloppy, awkward. I never shed a tear through the whole thing. 

And now I am laying here, wearing a filthy diaper, while my      newborn baby wails in my arms. I could scream just as loud right now because I really wanted my first time to be with a girl. And not just any girl, but his sister. She is straight though. He reminded me so much of her. I thought it would be good to get it    over with….To get over her...

My family is poor and now I will be poor too. Someday this child will ask me for a pony and I will remind her we can’t even afforda stuffed animal and she will of course be disappointed and      despise me. Someday her college essay will be all about her      terrible childhood as a product of a single, unwed mother. Some  college will offer her a full scholarship to their prestigious   school then she will have the life I never had. Then she will    make a stupid decision like I did. She will make stupid decisionsover and over. Why? Because I didn’t tell her anything. I didn’t tell her to talk about her feelings. 

That was how my parents taught (or didn’t teach) me. Maybe if    they told me, I could have told that guy to get his sloppy,      smelly body off me. I could have said NO. 

Instead, I look down at her, and her crying ceases. I start to   talk to her like an adult. I say “I want you to be free. I want  you to love the person you want to love.” 

Thank you so much Susan, the participants and of course the library for making this workshop possible!