• Listening to the Radio in the Farmhouse

    DSC07148I picture my mother in our farm kitchen listening to the AM radio. She would be washing dishes, picking up the kitchen. The eight older kids having already been dropped off at school, a baby napping, another two playing under her feet, one in her tummy. USDA came out with their first official forecast of planting intentions on Thursday – and it shocked the market. More corn acres then we’ve seen planted for three years, fewest soybean acres planted for two. Wisconsin farmers are looking out the window watching it rain or snow. Corn Stocks are expected to be up 1 Percent while the cattle market is holding steady.

    And now, for our Big Morning show, with author Elizabeth di Grazia.

    Think of this: when a child is raped, 46 percent of the time the perpetrator is a family member. Those statistics suggest many stories. House of Fire: A Story of Love, Courage, and Transformation is a remarkable tale of incest (including two pregnancies), loss, and eventual renewal that author Elizabeth di Grazia hopes will open a dialogue to change those statistics – and innocent lives – for the better.

    Would my mother have listened to the woman being interviewed since she had personal knowledge of what incest does to a family? Or, would she have shut the radio off?

    She’s been dead for almost 25 years.

    I think of her as I am being interviewed on the air with Ted Ehlen, the host of “Big Mornings” on The Big AM 1380 out of Janesville, Wisconsin. Janesville is a city in southern Wisconsin with a population of 63,575. Much bigger than the town I grew up in. Ellsworth, Wisconsin even now only has 3,284 residents.

    Would my mother have bought my book? She was a big reader. She’d buy books at farm auctions. One time a set of encyclopedias, another time boxes of Readers Digest Condensed books, and yet another time rows upon rows of Harlequin Romances.

    familyOnce, I overheard a person asking my mother if she had started writing that book that she wanted to.

    This surprised me. I didn’t know that my mother had a desire to write a book. Certainly, she could have. She had a B.S. from the University of Minnesota and a Masters in social work from Catholic University (Washington D.C.).

    I came to realize that I didn’t know my mother. I didn’t know what she thought or what was important to her. I didn’t know her past. I didn’t know what it was like for her to have an audience with Pope Pious XII or for her to serve in the U.S. Navy and help with the repatriation of World War II German refugees.

    I don’t want this same fate for my children. I want them to know me. And, they do. Long before my book came out they knew my story.

    They are a part of House of Fire as well as my partner, Jody.

    Now if I could just get them to quit telling about that time that we were at the Twins game and I sneezed so loud that all three of them hurried away so people wouldn’t think that they were with me.

    Layout 1Or, remind me of the time that they misunderstood me about growing up on a farm and Crystel would tell people that Mama Bef was born in a barn.

    They know that not much embarrasses me. That I’ll cry at their track and cross country meets. They know that I tell the truth and when I say that I’ll come to their school and sit next to them in their classroom if they have a tardy – that I’ll actually do it – even though they are thirteen years old. They know that if they ask me a question, that I’ll answer and I’ll give them too much information.

    Most importantly, they know that I love them and would do anything to keep them safe.

    March 21, 2016   WRJN AM1400 Interview with Glenn Klein out of Racine, Wis

    March 29, 2016  The Big AM 1380 Interview with Ted Ehlen out of Janesville, Wis

    April 10th from 12:40 to 1:20 I’ll be reading at SUBTEXT Books, 6 West Fifth Street, St. Paul for their local author day author series. I’d love to see you.

     

     

     

     

     

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    One response to “Listening to the Radio in the Farmhouse”

    1. Carol Avatar
      Carol

      Love and hugs, Beth. 🙂

  • Secrets of a Successful Writers’ Group

    Several years ago, Lisa, our writing group’s founder, tried to quit. She feared the realities of her treatment for stomach cancer (belching, gas, occasional gagging, and a backpack of liquid food that connected to a port in her stomach) were off-putting. She was also discouraged, because “she wasn’t contributing anything,” meaning that she didn’t have any writing to share with the group.

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    The WordSisters a few years ago — Brenda, Jill, Elizabeth, Ellen, Lisa, and Jean. Rose is behind the camera.

    The other five members of the group listened, but as she talked, it was clear that thinking about writing gave her a break from thinking about her health, and she still enjoyed our company. One member suggested that we could all chime in with our own bodily noises if it would make Lisa feel more comfortable. We swiped away tears and laughed ourselves silly at that suggestion. Lisa agreed to stay involved in the group.

    We support each other as writers.

    That moment exemplifies the basic philosophy of our creative nonfiction writers’ group and why we’ve been together for 13 years: we meet to support each other as writers. Sometimes that goes beyond reacting to each other’s writing.

    Besides giving each other feedback about writing projects, we also provide moral and tactical support:

    • Celebrating our publishing victories and sympathizing when someone’s work is rejected.
    • Sharing our grant proposals and writing award applications, even when we’re competing for the same grants and awards.
    • Offering support when a member’s personal life is trying.
    • Organizing our own writers’ retreats.
    • Launching a campaign to get Lisa published when she didn’t have the energy for submissions.
    • Attending each other’s public readings.
    • Organizing several extra-long review sessions to provide feedback on book manuscripts.
    • Recommending marketing and promotional ideas, most recently for Elizabeth’s House of Fire book launch.

    Most of all, we believe in each other.

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    2 responses to “Secrets of a Successful Writers’ Group”

    1. Eliza Waters Avatar

      Sounds like you have some rock-solid friends there – such a gift!

  • Crossing Over to the Other Side

    crutches-350x350[1]I blamed Tae Kwon Do for the broken foot and bum knee. I told myself I’d be all right If I did an alternate exercise.

    Not so.

    I’ve learned that I’ve reached the age where you don’t fight through pain. You respect it. Pain means I stop what I’m doing and alter my workout. If not, I’m likely to be using crutches.

    A couple of weeks ago, I could feel a twinge in my knee every time I took a step. It wasn’t from Tae Kwon Do. I hadn’t returned to Tae Kwon Do since I broke my foot last year. I thought I could walk myself right through the pain and come out the other side where it would feel better and I would be the stronger for it.

    Yeah, right.

    By the end of my workday, I could barely hobble to my car.

    At home, Jody got me a broom to use as a crutch. The thought of walking upstairs or downstairs was too much. I wanted to fly up those steps. You miss being healthy the most when you’re not healthy.

    182[1]Saturday morning, I was TRIA’s first customer. I told Jody I could drive myself. I knew once the receptionist saw me coming in the door that I’d be placed in a wheelchair. I put the broom in the back seat of the car just in case I needed it to get from the car to the door of the clinic.

    A knee brace, steroid shot, and a pair of crutches later, I shuffled out of TRIA.

    Lesson learned. It wasn’t Tae Kwon Do. It wasn’t the Boot Camp at YMCA. It was me who had crossed over to where the truism, “No Pain, No Gain” wasn’t true anymore.

    I’m still learning lessons. I went to the YMCA to see what I could do with my newfound knowledge of respecting pain. I went from machine to machine. If it hurt, then I tried something else. Finally, I found what I was looking for—a cardio machine that is similar to skating and skiing that allows you to prepare for all sports that require lateral movement in your legs. I would have been okay had I stopped there. There was a diagram on the machine that showed how you could do squats at the same time as your lateral movement.

    The next day, I felt as if I was kicked in the side by a horse. Now, I limped and I couldn’t straighten up.

    You don’t miss health as much as when you don’t have it.

    Well, there’s swimming. If I don’t drown.

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    2 responses to “Crossing Over to the Other Side”

    1. Carol Avatar
      Carol

      Life changes for sure as we get older. Just have to do things differently. Take care sweetie.

    2. Eliza Waters Avatar

      Hope you recover quickly!


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