Christmas 2022 Greetings

The past few years have been isolating and difficult for many of us. I know our family has been unable to gather in our home for the holidays since the pandemic conspired with my husband’s colon cancer to keep us apart. It’s been disappointing. I deeply miss the laughter, the hugs, the games, the conversations, the presents, and the breaking of bread together.

While health issues and distance continue to keep us apart for yet another year, I’ll make the best of our “couple’s only” Christmas at home. At my husband’s request, I’m making Cornish hens stuffed with wild rice, basil balsamic green beans and peach cobbler for dessert. I mailed Christmas gifts to the kids and grandkids along with most of those therapeutic hand-painted items I completed. We purchased gifts for each other to open, too, although mine is a Cricut hot press that I chose myself. And just for a fun surprise, I purchased $40 worth of holiday-themed scratchers. It will be fun to see if we win something. I’m planning to speak with all the kids and close family members today to help close the distance between us.

To you readers, please know that I appreciate you taking the time each Sunday to read about my life experiences, my thoughts, reflections, and ideas about how to improve our lives as humans. I pray that there is something in my commitment to be transparent and vocal about life as an older black woman in America that helps or inspires or encourages you.

I wish you a very Merry Christmas, Happy Hannukah, Happy Kwanzaa, and Happy Holidays. May the joy of the season surround you whether you are alone or surrounded by family and friends. If you feel a bit lonely today, I encourage you to treat yourself well and then to reach out to family and friends who will love hearing from you. I pray that 2023 is better in many ways than 2022.

The Hidden Power of Christmas Lights

Along with others, I was deeply saddened by the suicide of TWitch (Stephen Boss). I had followed this young man’s career from his beginning on the dance competition show, “So, You Think You Can Dance” through to his DJ and executive producer position on the “Ellen Show”. He seemed to have it all. He had a charismatic personality, a lucrative career, a beautiful wife and three children, and a star that just kept rising. But obviously he still wasn’t happy enough to want to keep on living. I’ve known how that feels.

I consider myself to be a successful person, too, having worked hard to overcome discrimination and childhood trauma. I have a lovely family, I’m educated, I enjoyed a fulfilling career and I’m financially stable enough to allow me to travel and pursue my passions. My passion has always been to help alleviate human suffering and to help secure social justice for humanity. I’m highly empathetic, deeply feeling the emotional and even physical pain of others. Experiencing sympathy pains was such a frequent occurrence during my adolescence that my mother strongly advised me against pursuing a career in medicine. I’ve never been able to sit by and watch people suffer. So, I’ve spent my entire life fighting against suffering and injustice, worrying about these things, warning and protecting loved ones to avoid danger, and praying about these things.

However, in these last few years it’s been really tough to watch humanity spiral toward hate-fueled destruction of everything I hold dear. The bad actors seem to be gaining ground and hurting more people while so called “Christian evangelicals” are actively working to roll back gains in social justice. And so, while taking our daily walk last week, I found myself confessing to my husband that I’m discouraged by the growing lack of human decency and outright human inhumanity to other humans and the planet. I confessed that if given the choice of whether or not to return to this earth to live another life, I would choose not to. I told him that the only reason I was still here was because of the people I love. I couldn’t hurt him or the children and so I live on and press on.

As the tears flowed down my cheeks, taking him by complete surprise, I confessed that I really needed to ride around the neighborhood at night to see the Christmas lights. I explained that those lights and decorations people put up are expressions of kindness to others. They are meant to feed the soul and I really needed to see them right now. I explained that Christmas lights aren’t put up for the enjoyment of the people inside the home, but for others to see and enjoy. I told him that I really needed to see that right now to feel that there were positive humans in the world. As I was expressing this sentiment, a couple with a home nicely decorated for the holidays, was moving towards their vehicle, apparently on their way to work. I stopped walking, turned to them, and said, “Thank you for decorating your home for Christmas. It really means a lot to me to see your decorations.” They simply smiled and I think my husband thought I had truly lost my mind.

The following week, despite all my prayers, personal tragedy struck our family and I felt yet another wave of discouragement and anguish over life on earth. I had begun painting as a therapeutic measure from the previous week. And so, I just redoubled my painting efforts. I painted nearly all day, every day for about 10 days. I know my husband was worried about me because the only thing worse than seeing the world in turmoil was to see my children in pain. And they were in pain over this unexpected loss. And so was I. I moved quickly from disbelief, to sorrow, to anger at the universe.

On another morning walk a couple of days ago, I reassured my husband that I understood and accepted that life was a mixed bag and that I couldn’t pray myself nor family members out of experiencing the random meteors that strike our lives. I admitted that I thought the universe was just as “mean” as it was generous and that I had to accept that. I explained to him that I had enough joy in life to keep me here and that I knew I had to expect the ugly, the awful, and the painful just as much as I accepted the beauty, the gains, and the lucky breaks. I was thankful that the universe provided the beauty of flowers and trees, delicious foods, creativity in the arts, technological innovation, and the comfort and support of family and friends. With the cruelty came comfort in these things like Christmas lights. They offered me hope for humankind and a restoration of my soul, if I looked for them.

My bout of discouragement ended as I realized that although the universe is cruel and random in its distribution of destruction, I can choose how to respond to it. I’m not clinically depressed, so I can choose to not give in to bitterness, hopelessness, anger, nor resentment. But many are clinically depressed and need to seek help from a mental health professional. Whether through medication or talk therapy, depression can be overcome. I’m thankful for the ability to dial 988 in case of a mental health crisis and I’m sad that TWitch wasn’t in the state of mind to access the help he so desperately needed.

That said, I choose to be a person who puts up Christmas lights to remind other humans that there is kindness, joy, and beauty to be found on this earth. I choose to use my voice and my pen to pursuit social justice. I choose to give to those who are in need. I choose to continue to pray and warn of danger. And I now choose to spend a bit more time looking at the Christmas lights for the strength to continue to fight against the negativity than vows to consume us.

The Battle to Re-Shape American Society

The other day, my husband and I were watching television together when a commercial featuring an affectionate same-sex couple filled the screen. My husband groaned and got up, exclaiming that he can’t watch it. And that’s his right. I groaned too, but for an entirely different reason. I felt frustration and sadness and a renewed desire to help others, who unlike my husband, aren’t willing to at least tolerate an expression of humanity that doesn’t harm others.

But the reality is that we are in a continuing battle to determine how our society will function with its relatively new reversal of legal discrimination against women and every kind of minority group. At the forefront are important issues surrounding the legalized freedoms, equitable treatment, and inclusion of minorities, women, and poor people throughout our society. I admit to being a progressive when it comes to equal access to opportunities, to dignified and just treatment, and to the freedom of human beings to openly express who they are so long as they do not endanger the lives of others.

I’m also a Christian. But no longer in the conservative evangelical Christian sense. I grew up listening to a self-serving chauvinistic view of Christianity that infantilized women, demonized homosexuality, and sanctioned tyranny as God’s order. I think I was about sixteen years old when I began to reject this view of Christianity.

I recall a conversation with my eldest brother after one of those sermons about men being the head of the household and how wives had a Christian duty to obey their husbands and to follow his lead as though they were following Christ Himself. I told my brother that I would never marry if that was the case. I couldn’t understand why God would give me a brain and a will if I wasn’t allowed to use them after I got married. That mindset carried through to their belief that women were unsuitable for leadership over men in the church, the workplace, and in public life. For me, this relegation of women to second class status was without regard to a woman’s intelligence, talent, and wisdom and it was the first crack in the worldview of conservative Christianity.

I was also taught to believe that the wages of sin was eternal damnation in a fiery hell, but that the gift of God was eternal life through the sacrifice of Jesus on the Cross. I was taught that our job as believers was to share this “Good News” to save sinners from their inevitable fate. The difference between evangelical Christians of my youth and those today is that we didn’t try to legally force “sinners” to live as saints or to at least hide their sinful behaviors to make us feel more comfortable in society. In the more conservative society of my youth, we could simply remove ourselves from situations and segments of society that were offensive to us. But things started to change as society loosened its restrictions on what was considered decency and legislatures codified civil liberties around speech, marriage, and access to opportunities.

I recall ministers spending a lot of time telling us what music we couldn’t listen to, what movies we couldn’t watch, which television shows were inappropriate. One time our youth choir was not allowed to sing on a Sunday morning because they were caught enjoying a secret dance party the night before. School became difficult. In fact, I gave up drama class and drama competitions because the material I was being asked to perform was too offensive. Conversations with non-believers became difficult. Parents began home-schooling their children to protect them from exposure. Ministers began preaching against higher education as a corrupting force to be avoided. But I intended to go to college and my family understood higher education was an economic necessity for good employment. The list of restrictions kept growing as society became more openly accepting of the full spectrum of the human condition. Churches began to fracture over what constituted sinful behavior and what didn’t. Conservatives worked to produce contemporary music, movies, television programs, spiritual dance teams, and to build schools that would educate young people.

However, the revelations of sexual and monetary improprieties were exposed among prominent church leaders across the nation, including in my own church. Political pundits stepped in and offered a return to public decency through government. They asserted that this was a “Christian” nation, and that the nation would be destroyed if Americans didn’t repent and return to “God’s ways”. I eventually left what was obviously an institution full of self-righteous hypocrites who had adopted a “do as I say, not as I do” model of leadership. I decided to follow Jesus’ teachings and not those of self-serving controlling men. And once I left, I met decent people who thought differently and lived differently. I took a world religions class in college. I traveled abroad. I experienced secular music and movies and television and broadened my worldview. I learned that I could love and mingle with people from a wide range of backgrounds and not be contaminated by them.

I learned to trust myself and to listen to the voice within to decide how to be a good Christian. I could decide for myself what music and shows inspired and encouraged me to do good and what was a bit too much for me. I gained a different perspective on what sin actually was and wasn’t. I now view sin as intentionally doing harm to others. I discovered that I don’t like violence. I don’t like seeing people intentionally hurting others. I realized that I don’t like things that are too sexually explicit. I don’t like exploitation of any kind. And I especially don’t like the tyranny we are witnessing today.

A tyrannical form of Christianity has joined with white nationalists against freedom-seeking people in a fight over how this society will function moving forward. These white conservative evangelical Christians and white nationalists want to move about freely in the country without having to see gay people, transgender people, or women and people of color in positions of power. They think their bigotry, sugar-coated as morality and “greatness” is more important than other people’s civil liberty and so they vehemently argue that their religious freedom is being challenged by someone else’s same sex marriage or abortion or sex change operation. They demonize teachers who teach equity and inclusion as “groomers” and they think everyone is trying to recruit children into homosexual lifestyles or to confuse them regarding their gender, as if that was even possible.

I realize that their hatred of Jews stems from the prominence of Jews in the media that produces music, movies, and television shows that showcase the spectrum of humanity. They blame Jews for helping with the Civil Rights Movement, for promoting diversity, and for rising to economic power through education and business acumen. White nationalists in particular are frustrated that they are no longer the ones pulling the strings. Their chant in the Charlottesville march was, “Jews will not replace us!” However, in a free-market democracy, those with the capital and the creativity get to produce the products for consumption. This is precisely why they are now willing to terrorize minorities, demonize “wokeness”, and throw out the democracy.

My message to Americans is to first protect the democracy against religious tyranny and white nationalists and then choose with your feet and your pocketbooks what you will consume. If you don’t like abortion, don’t get one. If you don’t like gay marriage, don’t get gay married. If you don’t like sex-changes, don’t have one. If you don’t like violence or explicitly sexual movies. games, and music, don’t consume them. Jesus never forced anyone to follow Him; He was all about our freedom of choice.

New York City Part 2: The Dining Journey

Last week, I wrote about the wonderful shows we enjoyed on our trip to New York. But New York is also known for its great variety in dining options. It’s on par with San Francisco, notably the highest ranked city for dining in the country (primarily by me and a few experts). So, I understood that this was going to be fun. I mentioned that my daughter left me in charge of our dining arrangements because of my self-imposed eating restrictions. For this trip, I did ease up on my restrictions on the consumption of animal products, opting for chicken and fish, while also maintaining my intermittent fasting schedule.

That said, I began my research on the internet where I selected top ranked restaurants in Manhattan from a variety of categories that were close to the theater district. I purposely left a few slots open for on the ground recommendations from locals and that strategy didn’t disappoint.

Our food journey began with a recommendation from the door man who stored our bags at the hotel prior to check-in. It was 11am and I was ready to eat. My daughter craved a hamburger, and I craved a relaxed atmosphere post train ride to enjoy a tasty meal. He directed us to one of his favorite spots that is frequented by locals called the Red Flame Diner on West 44th Street, just a few short blocks away. My daughter ordered a burger and onion rings as well as country fries (just to try them). I was happy to see that they had an Impossible burger with French fries on the menu. So, I ordered that. This was a bustling diner with decent service and an extensive menu. We’re not drinkers of soda nor alcohol, so throughout the trip, we only asked for water. The burger was average, but the onion rings and French fries were outstanding. The country potatoes went largely untouched. The pre-tip total for the meal was $45.80. That’s quite a bit for hamburgers. So, on a scale of 1 – 5 stars, I give the Red Flame Diner 3.5 stars.

For dinner, I had made a reservation online through Open Table at Carmines, a highly recommended Italian restaurant, also on W. 44th Street. I didn’t know about the family style portions when I made the reservation. Thankfully, we were seated next to two other couples who, like us, were visitors to the city and were unaware of the huge portions that were to come. The young couple beside us were on an anniversary trip from Virginia and ordered the House salad to start their meal. What came out was a shock to the six of us. They offered to share the salad with us and the other couple who were visiting from Puerto Rico. We gladly accepted. There was more salad than the six of us could consume. We ordered Chicken Lemon over angel pasta for our meal and ended up offering the untouched leftovers to the hotel clerk who was happy for a nice meal from Carmines. Both the salad and chicken entree were delicious. The service was exceptional. The price was reasonable at $50.57 pre-tip. Granted we did have free salad as a starter. I give Carmines 4.5 stars only because I wish they offered a meal option for two. Having to select the same main course was limiting.

The following day, we had reservations at a tiny Chinese Restuarant called Kung Fu Kitchen on 8th Avenue (in Hell’s Kitchen) that I found during my internet search. This place specializes in dumplings and buns and didn’t disappoint. We had guests join us for this meal and we seemed to order nearly everything on the menu because my daughter is really into sampling. My favorites were the green onion pancakes, the chicken and vegetable dumplings, and the noodle stir fry. The restaurant was busy and had a booming take out business. The food easily earns 5 stars, but the ambiance gets only 3 stars as there was nothing pleasing to the eyes about this little hole in the wall.

The opposite is true of the fine dining experience I booked for that evening at Del Frisco’s Double Eagle Steakhouse on Avenue of the Americas. The service was excellent, the ambiance was outstanding, and the food was worth the high cost of every bite. At least that was true for me. We agreed that the dinner salads we ordered were the best we’d ever had. I had a Ceasar, and my daughter had a wedge. But we had divergent experiences with our main courses. My daughter ordered a steak (well-done) and au gratin potatoes. Neither met her expectations. I ordered crab cakes and a baked potato. Both were so delicious that I forced myself to continue eating past being full. (Note to self: listen to the server when she suggests that one crab cake might be adequate.) The blue crab cakes are huge and honestly far better tasting than all the crab cakes I’ve consumed in Maryland. The price tag on this meal was well over $120 each before tip and we only drank tab water. Thankfully, being the frugal person I am, I only scheduled one expensive meal for the trip. Not surprisingly, I give this restaurant the full 5 stars, although my daughter might only give it 4 since she didn’t enjoy her entre as much.

We ate cheese pizza slices from a busy hole in the wall pizza joint that operated like a well-oiled machine and loved it. I enjoyed an almond milk hot chocolate from Starbucks in Times Square while chatting with a Brazilian tourist. We ate with Nicole’s actor clients at Junior’s, a famous diner that has two locations in Manhattan and is extremely busy. The food was unremarkable, but plentiful, earning it 3 stars from me. I think it was bit overpriced as well.

We also ate at Serafina’s on West 49th Street, an Italian restaurant frequented by two of her New York agents. The restaurant was located on the ground level of the Time New York Hotel, just steps away from the theater where the “The Book of Mormon” was showing and where one of the agents had just finished performing when he joined us. I had an incredible mushroom pizza at 9pm. This was the only time I ate past my allowed eating window because I felt it was worth trying a pizza made from ingredients all imported from Italy. My daughter boasted that her simple pasta dish was the best she ever tasted. I give that unknown restaurant 5 stars for great food, great ambiance, beautiful decor, and excellent service.

And finally, we had reservations at Virgil’s Real BBQ in Times Square on West 44th Street. The southern soul food menu and the black wait staff was a refreshing change. I had fried chicken, mashed potatoes and gravy, collard greens, and corn bread. Nicole had ribs and a bunch of sides she wanted to sample. This meal was exceptionally satisfying and priced just right. The ambiance was relaxing, and our server was friendly, honest, and knowledgeable, steering us in the right direction. He was so charismatic that my agent daughter had a private conversation with him afterwards. (Agents are always looking for new talent.) Anyway, it turns out that Vigil’s is a sister restaurant of Carmine’s without the required family sized portions. So, I give Vigil’s Real BBQ the full 5 stars and a promise to return if I’m ever in New York City again.

If and when I do return to New York City, I will also revisit Kung Fu Kitchen and order my favorites. I would spend the money and return to Del Frisco’s and order their Cesar salad and just one crab cake. And I would buy a slice of pizza from any one of the many pizza vendors in the city. Dining in New York City is worth the time, money, and effort to travel there.