Harmony

Harmony

One day last week I took a day off. To work. Yes, to work. Katie had this bright idea to volunteer my baking services, along with her culinary services to Harmony Café . This is a new endeavor, a pay what you can/pay it forward Café wanting to open a location locally. They were having a fundraiser at our local VFW hall, and were looking for volunteers to cook, serve, set up, and do whatever else needed to be done. Me being me, I harassed Ms. Katie about volunteering my precious time. However, all the while, I was thinking, kitchen, baking, flour, sugar, eggs, fresh fruits and things and oh yes!  THIS is what I live for. Well besides the kids, the grandkids, the fiancé, La Luna….THIS is my passion.

Cindy, Rose, Me, and the Chef <3

8 Hours. 8 glorious hours in a kitchen, doing what I love. Is there anything better?  Fresh local produce all over the place, tasting, fixing, tweaking, baking, cooking, it was pure heaven.  Can I just say, my kid makes the best, bar none, ranch dressing EVER? It was suggested more than once that she bottle it and sell it. Amazing what fresh herbs can do in her hands!  There was vegan eggplant and kale parm, mixed green salad, coconut curry (amazing!) and spaghetti and meatballs. Done by Katie and our other volunteer, Cindy. Dessert was strawberry shortcake and peach

The volunteers

slab pie. By me. It all went over swimmingly, compliments on everything, people were eating, they
were enjoying, we were happy. I understand the passion now. The busting your ass to make amazing food, just to see others enjoy it. I get it. The three of us worked, literally in harmony, in that kitchen. I have always worked well with Katie in the kitchen. Except for the holiday meals when she tends to take over a bit too much, one of us gets pissed off (usually me, she wields knives too well), and walks out of the kitchen. Happens without fail every holiday dinner.  It’s almost tradition.

Fresh local, pure heaven!

Peach Slab Pie

However, Thursday was an exception. Thursday was absolutely joyous, the hot kitchen, ovens and burners blazing, knives flashing.  This is an awkward time in my life to realize what I should have realized long ago. That I should be baking. LOL and as I type this, her theme song comes on “Go forth and have no fear” indeed! Is it time?  Is it too late? A voice whispers in my head, no. It’s never too late. I can do this. I have to do this. I have worked in restaurants before. I know the pressure. I know the stress. But it’s good stress. Such good stress. And the end result, we make people happy. I have been taking classes for baking certification. I should have seen it, really SEEN it, every time I do an assignment. My family, who knows me better than anyone,  who respect me enough not to lie to me, they tell me the things I make are amazing. The Crème Brulee?  Best ever.  The Sabayon parfaits?  To die for.  When the hot cross bun dough rose, VICTORY!  They would not lie about this. They would not say this to stroke my

ego. I can do this. I’m GOOD at this, apparently.

Let’s face it, I have been baking for 35+ years. On my own time. For 35 years I have made thousands of Christmas cookies every year and shipped them all over the country. Those of you who know, well, you KNOW. There could be riots if

I ever took a year off. The birthday cakes, breakfasts I used to do on Thursday mornings for the backroom crew at the deli, I’VE BEEN DOING THIS FOR YEARS. Everytime I pull out one of my grandmothers recipes and ace it, it’s confirmation.  I’m thinking, yea, I’m thinking maybe I should accept it, call it my fate and go for it.  Go forth and have no fear indeed.  Perhaps it’s my time.

Renegade by X Ambassadors

It's our time to make a move
It's our time to make amends
It's our time to break the rules
Let's begin...

It's My Time by Martha Wash

I can see it clear
I'm getting close
I'm almost there
It's indescribable
It's my time to shine
It's my time

We all have dreams
We all have goals
With laughter and tears,
That's what we're living for
It's my time to shine
It's my time

Keep on walking your own path
Never let anyone hold you back
When you feel like giving in,
You get right up and try again and again

Be who you are
And you will go far
There's a place for everyone to be a star
It's my time to shine
It's my time

Keep on walking your own path
Never let anyone hold you back
When you feel like giving in,
You get right up and try again and again
It's my time (ohhh!)
It's my time (yes it is)
It's my time (ohhh!)
It's my time (yeah!)

I can see it clear
I'm getting close
I'm almost there
It's indescribable
It's my time to shine
It's my time

Keep on walking your own path
Never let anyone hold you back
When you feel like giving in,
You get right up and try again and again
It's my time
My time
It's my time
My time

Pride

Pride

Happy Pride Day!  I don’t think there’s any need to specify what pride, unless you live under a rock….
This day means so much to so many, not only LGBTQ, but those around them. Specifically, their families.
Having had a brother who was gay, maybe I’m more accepting of it. Or maybe it’s just that unconditional love thing.
I have two daughters. They both identify as bi. And that’s ok. I am familiar with this world. I have spent time with the gay community, both at Cherry Grove and in The City. I found out from my brother, (And God how I miss him lately) in the early 80’s (though we all kind of knew) that he was gay. I will never, never forget the night he told me. My reaction was…no reaction. Because it mattered not a damn to me who he loved or how he loved. That moment when he said “that’s my boyfriend” did not change who he always was.
My reaction to my daughters was pretty much the same. I care not who or how they love. I ask only that they be happy. I never once thought, what did I do wrong? How did they end up “this way”, as I’ve no doubt my father did for a long time, years ago before he accepted my brother’s lifestyle.  Oh, he never turned away from Warren, never shut him out, he just never understood. My mother, on the other hand, reveled in it. After dad passed, and even after Warren passed, she spent many holidays with my brothers friends. And that was ok too. She was accepted there, as Mel’s mom. She was comfortable there.

As for my girls, they are both in long term relationships at this point in their lives. I hope they are happy, I think they are. They have both done amazing things. Stacie served 11 years in the Navy. She has fought many battles, physical and mental and has won so far. She has 4 beautiful kids who I love dearly. She has come farther than she knows and had filled me with pride she doesn’t even realize.

Katie is starting out on an amazing career, following in my brother’s footsteps, at home in the kitchen. She too has fought emotional battles, still is, somewhat, but she’s winning.

They are both amazing young ladies. The fact that they identify as bi has no effect on their achievements. They are not pedophiles. They are not mutants. They are not deviants. Nor does it have any effect on my love for them or my pride in them. They. Are. My. Daughters.  THAT’S how I identify THEM. When I found out, my strict Catholic upbringing did not, nor will it ever, enter into what I feel for them.  I understand that this was not a choice. The only choice involved is whether you choose to accept who you are, or to fight it because society, your religion, your parents say it’s wrong. I just don’t understand how anyone can decide that you’re wrong to be who you are.  Judge not…people in glass houses….so many clichés. The point is, your sexual preference does not define you. It is not who you are. And I hate, I HATE when people think it is. I don’t understand sometimes how in 2016, there is so much hate over something that is a non issue. I hate that my girls could be considered targets for who they are. For who they fucking are. No one has the right to be judge and jury when it comes to this. I have always encouraged my girls to be themselves, to not conform, to do the best they can, to fight for what or who they believe in. I want to hope, dare I hope that I’ve succeeded in helping them to be more accepting?

Take pride in who you are, no matter what or who or how you love. BE who you are. We all have that right, because we are all human. We all bleed red, we all hurt sometimes and mostly, we all deserve to live without fear of expressing ourselves. It’s a basic human right. Celebrate who you are, what you are, celebrate life!

Lady Gaga ~ Born This Way

It doesn't matter if you love him or capital H-I-M
Just put your paws up
'Cause you were born this way, baby

My mama told me when I was young
We are all born superstars
She rolled my hair and put my lipstick on
In the glass of her boudoir

There's nothin' wrong with lovin' who you are
She said, 'cause He made you perfect, babe
So hold your head up,
girl and you'll go far
Listen to me when I say

I'm beautiful in my way
'Cause God makes no mistakes
I'm on the right track, baby
I was born this way

Don't hide yourself in regret
Just love yourself and you're set
I'm on the right track, baby
I was born this way, born this way

Ooh, there ain't no other way, baby, I was born this way
Baby, I was born this way
Ooh, there ain't no other way, baby, I was born this way
I'm on the right track, baby, I was born this way

Don't be a drag, just be a queen
Don't be a drag, just be a queen
Don't be a drag, just be a queen
Don't be

Give yourself prudence and love your friends
Subway kid, rejoice of truth
In the religion of the insecure
I must be myself, respect my youth

A different lover is not a sin
Believe capital H-I-M
I love my life, I love this record and
Mi amore vole fe yah

I'm beautiful in my way,
'Cause God makes no mistakes
I'm on the right track, baby
I was born this way

Don't hide yourself in regret,
Just love yourself and you're set
I'm on the right track, baby
I was born this way

Ooh, there ain't no other way, baby, I was born this way
Baby, I was born this way
Ooh, there ain't no other way, baby, I was born this way
I'm on the right track, baby, I was born this way

Don't be drag, just be a queen
Whether you're broke or evergreen
You're black, white, beige, chola descent
You're Lebanese, you're orient

Whether life's disabilities
Left you outcast, bullied or teased
Rejoice and love yourself today
'Cause baby, you were born this way

No matter gay, straight or bi
Lesbian, transgendered life
I'm on the right track, baby
I was born to survive

No matter black, white or beige
Chola or orient made
I'm on the right track, baby
I was born to be brave

I'm beautiful in my way
'Cause God makes no mistakes
I'm on the right track, baby
I was born this way

Don't hide yourself in regret,
Just love yourself and you're set
I'm on the right track, baby
I was born this way, yeah

Ooh, there ain't no other way, baby, I was born this way
Baby, I was born this way
Ooh, there ain't no other way, baby, I was born this way
I'm on the right track, baby, I was born this way
I was born this way, hey
I was born this way, hey
I'm on the right track, baby, I was born this way, hey

I was born this way, hey
I was born this way, hey
I'm on the right track, baby, I was born this way, hey

Senseless Repitition

On this beautiful summer Sunday, I wake up, and just about the first thing I hear is that 20 people have been killed in an Orlando nightclub. Wait. What?  No. Not again. No no no.  This can’t be right.

Sadly, it is. Though now the count is up to 50 dead.  I am trying to wrap my mind around this. Sandy Hook, Charleston, San Bernardino. When does it stop.  And of course, people jump right to terrorism. Well, yes. Domestic Terrorism. It’s a thing.  San Bernardino may have been ISIS, true. Sandy Hook and Charleston, they were not. They were quiet home grown white boys. Explain that to me. Go ahead. Reason it away. I dare you. I dare you to justify elementary school age children being gunned down with a fucking automatic weapon. Explain to me how it’s ok that people who are worshiping their God, are shot in their own place of worship. Then tell there is no racism anymore. I dare you.

One official said there’s a reason this happened at this time, at this place. A reason?  Let me make clear: there is NO reason. None. What, because it’s Pride month, and it was a gay bar?  That qualified as a fucking REASON?  There. Is. No. Reason.  None that I, and many others like me, will accept. This was another senseless shooting. They say now the shooter was set off by seeing two men kissing on the street. I say this: So. Fucking. What. This is 2016. Times change. The LGBTQ community has been around for a Godawful long time, for those who didn’t know.  Back in the 40’s, Cherry Grove was a closet gay community.  Closet because they were afraid to be out in the open. I find that absolutely disgusting, that 70 years later, we have not become more accepting of who people are. Have we not evolved at least that much?  Love is love, I don’t, frankly, give a damn who or how you love. I don’t give a damn what goes on, or with whom, in your bedroom. As long as there is love, as long as you’re happy, and there is no abuse, be who the fuck you are.  My heart breaks for those who lost loved ones this morning, because, again, there was. No. Reason. Nothing can excuse this, or any other shooting that goes on in this country. 

And then there’s the gun thing. I’ve said it before:  I don’t delve much into politics in public. I have too many diverse friends to do that, to start arguments over politics. But guns. Again, I dare you to give me one damn reason ANY civilian should have access to an automatic weapon.  Go ahead. I’ll wait…….

First of all, a question.  Has Obama come knocking at your door and taken all your guns away yet?  Yea, I didn’t think so. Oh, Wait. I think I just read the NRA admitted that he couldn’t do that even if he wanted to. So there’s that.  Let’s clarify this now: No one wants to take your damn guns away. Do you have a right to protect yourself? You do. But unless you’re expecting a damn army to attack your house, there is absolutely no reason whatsoever to own an automatic. These guns have one purpose, and one purpose only. To kill multiple people at once.  I find it despicable that there are gun shops where you can walk in, and with no hesitation whatsoever, buy an automatic weapon, along with hundreds of rounds of ammunition while you’re at it. There’s a big difference between barring guns totally and SENSIBLE gun laws.

And now, I see another attack was stopped in Los Angeles.  Some guy with weapons and explosives was arrested going to the LA Pride parade. AT the risk of diving into that political shitshow that I try so hard to avoid, the right is blaming this all on Obama. No seriously. Blame it on the guy who is trying to get SENSIBLE laws passed. Not the congress who has blocked his every attempt. 

When are people going to grow the fuck up and accept that not everyone is male, straight and white?  When are we going to stop aiming guns at anyone who is different and try fucking talking instead. None of those people at Pulse this morning was a threat. None of them were hurting anyone. They were celebrating who they are, enjoying the company of friends, raising a damn toast to life. And for this, they lost just that. There are people in this country who sometimes behave so badly, it makes me wonder how the rest of the world really sees us. Or maybe I’m better off not knowing.

For now, I will pray for these victims and their loved ones. And perhaps I will offer one up for this country, if it’s not too late.

Macklemore ~ Same Love

When I was in the third grade I thought that I was gay,

'Cause I could draw, my uncle was, and I kept my room straight.

I told my mom, tears rushing down my face

She's like "Ben you've loved girls since before pre-k, trippin'."

Yeah, I guess she had a point, didn't she?

Bunch of stereotypes all in my head.

I remember doing the math like, "Yeah, I'm good at little league."

A preconceived idea of what it all meant

For those that liked the same sex

Had the characteristics

The right wing conservatives think it's a decision

And you can be cured with some treatment and religion

Man-made rewiring of a predisposition

Playing God, aw nah here we go

America the brave still fears what we don't know

And "God loves all his children" is somehow forgotten

But we paraphrase a book written thirty-five-hundred years ago

I don't know

And I can't change

Even if I tried

Even if I wanted to

And I can't change

Even if I tried

Even if I wanted to

My love

My love

My love

She keeps me warm

She keeps me warm

She keeps me warm

She keeps me warm

If I was gay, I would think hip-hop hates me

Have you read the YouTube comments lately?

"Man, that's gay" gets dropped on the daily

We become so numb to what we're saying

A culture founded from oppression

Yet we don't have acceptance for 'em

Call each other faggots behind the keys of a message board

A word rooted in hate, yet our genre still ignores it

Gay is synonymous with the lesser

It's the same hate that's caused wars from religion

Gender to skin color, the complexion of your pigment

The same fight that led people to walk outs and sit ins

It's human rights for everybody, there is no difference!

Live on and be yourself

When I was at church they taught me something else

If you preach hate at the service those words aren't anointed

That holy water that you soak in has been poisoned

When everyone else is more comfortable remaining voiceless

Rather than fighting for humans that have had their rights stolen

I might not be the same, but that's not important

No freedom 'til we're equal, damn right I support it

(I don't know)

And I can't change

Even if I tried

Even if I wanted to

My love

My love

My love

She keeps me warm

She keeps me warm

She keeps me warm

She keeps me warm

We press play, don't press pause

Progress, march on

With the veil over our eyes

We turn our back on the cause

'Til the day that my uncles can be united by law

When kids are walking 'round the hallway plagued by pain in their heart

A world so hateful some would rather die than be who they are

And a certificate on paper isn't gonna solve it all

But it's a damn good place to start

No law is gonna change us

We have to change us

Whatever God you believe in

We come from the same one

Strip away the fear

Underneath it's all the same love

About time that we raised up... sex

And I can't change

Even if I tried

Even if I wanted to

And I can't change

Even if I tried

Even if I wanted to

My love

My love

My love

She keeps me warm

She keeps me warm

She keeps me warm

She keeps me warm

Love is patient

Love is kind

Love is patient

Love is kind

(not crying on Sundays)

Love is patient

(not crying on Sundays)

Love is kind

(I'm not crying on Sundays)

Love is patient

(not crying on Sundays)

Love is kind

(I'm not crying on Sundays)

Love is patient

(not crying on Sundays)

Love is kind

(I'm not crying on Sundays)

Love is patient

Love is kind

Stop the Hate

Enough Already!

I try really hard not to delve into politics on social media. I don’t hide the fact that I consider myself a liberal. However, I do not force my views on anyone. I occasionally (very rarely, really) voice my opinion because I don’t care to start a shitshow on my feed or anywhere else. I have numerous conservative friends on my friends list. I want to believe that friendship transcends political views. As far as I am concerned, all of my friends, conservative and liberal, are fully entitled to their views and opinions. I will not debate them, will not tell them they’re wrong, right, or otherwise. I RESPECT their opinions. And I refuse to hate someone because of their views. It’s what makes the world, our different views, perspectives, opinions. What fun would it be if we all agreed?

What I do not condone is hatred. This has been blogged and reblogged again. It’s my turn.  Somehow, hatred of anyone different has gotten totally out of control. I won’t go into the race thing, I would be here all day and night. There’s just not enough coffee in the world for that. But homophobia. That’s a whole different thing. The bathroom b*llshit. Seriously.

I have known, am related to, many gays, some who are even *gasp* married.  I have, by virtue of being “Warren’s baby sister” had the pleasure of spending many weekends, along with my then 4 year old daughter,  at Cherry Grove when my brother worked as a chef there.  And I met some of the most wonderful people there. I have been to the Monster in the city. When my dad passed in ’94, it was December. We ended up having Christmas dinner at The Monster in the Village that year with the staff. My brother cooked. Roast suckling pig. My youngest went with us that time. She was 3.  And didn’t question Mrs. Santa.  When my brother passed, the party to celebrate the spectacular person he was, was there.  ‘S Wonderful, ‘s Marvelous. Indeed. (If you didn’t already know, the restaurant at the Grove was The Monster – Best. Lobster. Thermidore. Ever. When it closed, the owner, Joseph,  who was delightful, opened The Monster in the city, at Christopher and Grove in the village.) My brother’s community for lack of a better word, welcomed us, cried with us, reminisced with us, took us into their family and comforted us.  And here’s a shock. I used the bathroom there. And did not think twice about Omigod, what if a GAY GUY came in?? HA! There was only one bathroom.  I have been to events at my brother’s apartment. EVERYONE USED THE SAME BATHROOM. Even the cats.  This was in the early 2000’s. No one thought twice about it. My girls have been exposed to the LGBTQ world from a very young age. And I’m grateful for that. They learned acceptance. No one loved these two very lucky girls more than their uncle did. They never saw him as anything other than Uncle Warren. And rightfully so.

"Equality" I designed it, Katie wears it proudly. Because we believe in it.

I can remember my mother talking about Cherry Grove in the 40’s. As she put it, “they” were always there, they just stayed up in the dunes because It was so very taboo to be gay. Where the hell do you think they went to the bathroom then. .  I have been to Miss Fire Island. More than once.  I have pictures. And if I were to post any of them, if you saw ANY of these “drag queens” going into the ladies, believe me, you would not question it.

My questions here are: Do you really think that transgenders, gays, drag queens, have not been using the “other” restroom all along? Are you that naïve?  And…what the bloody hell is the difference. In my house, I have two bathrooms. I am not going to, should I have a group of people…PEOPLE…over, designate who is to use which. I am not going to dictate to you, if you identify with the opposite gender, where you should do anything.  It’s basic decency. Respect for differences. Accept it and move on. EVERYONE is entitled to basic civil rights. EVERYONE.  They are not a danger to your children. They are not pedophiles. They are human beings with the same damn rights as all of us. And to tell the truth, most that I have met, and there have been many, are the nicest, most decent humans I have ever met. Look past their preferences and see WHO THEY ARE. How they conduct their private lives is none. of your. damn. business. They have feelings, they have fears and dreams like anyone else.

And the bottom line is, aren’t there more important things we should be worrying about other than who uses which damn bathroom?  Like, I don’t know, hungry kids, homelessness, abuse….instead of wasting all this energy on hating, how about volunteering at a shelter? It’s just too much negativity. I’m not gonna sit here and go all peace, love and harmony on you but good God, why all the hate?? I personally, don’t give a damn who you love, or how you love them. Treat me with respect and kindness and I will do the same, no matter who you are.  And feel free to use my bathroom anytime.