Sunday, May 27, 2012
Monday, May 21, 2012
Now that I've learned a few things from my first attempt at Kickstarter, I'm ready to give it another try.
Please visit my Kickstarter project and let me know what you think, thanks.
Tuesday, May 15, 2012
Saturday, May 5, 2012
“Tell me you love me.”
Lie to me, she heard.
“I have loved you.”
She was fluent in compromise. It was how she managed to live with him without living with him; without growing or going in the same direction at the same time.
Jeremy didn’t often notice.
“What happened to us?”
You! Abigail wanted to scream. Instead she slowly sipped her coffee, thick with sugar, syrupy with Crème. Sips allowed Abigail time to edit her words. Only two more weeks until she was back home with her husband—the man she hoped to love again. Abigail had fallen in and out of love many times —just never with the same person. She hoped; they both hoped—just for different things.
“In two weeks I’ll be leaving for Iraq. When I come back things will be different.”
“I think you’re right,” Abigail agreed, smiling and sipping and editing her words.
Before turning 40, I heard a lot about how liberating 40 is. How 40 would bring even more confidence and opportunities. Turning 40 would be like becoming myself—like I did in my 20’s, my 30’s—all over again. It would begin a time to re-rediscover me.
I’m 40 and I’m doing things I never thought I would do.
Of all of the many things I do now—and the one I can actually talk about—is asking for money to pursue a project that I believe can change lives. If nothing else my research will allow me to tell stories—it’s what I do—stories that may answer questions of how people connect; how people build families; how people rebuild themselves.
I am applying for and to grants, scholarships, fellowships and every other type of funding in between; I am doing what my grandmother said never to do: asking for money.
And now I have launched my own Kickstarter project; I have prepared a proposal shamelessly asking for funding to help me tell the stories of mothers searching for children; the stories of what happened after the Emancipation; the stories still unfolding today.
And, I’ve put it online for virtually everyone to see.
Confidence to have a dream and dedication to pursuing it; come to think of it, my grandmother would be proud after all.
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