Tuesday, February 13, 2018

Anne Johnsos on her family, new book and "mommy juice"

I'm a print journalist, a photographer, editor and designer, now getting into podcasting and radio. I have so many friends and colleagues who are veterans in radio and brilliant at what they do. Anne Johnson is one of those. She was one of the first to encourage me as I ventured into a new medium, which I'm forever grateful to her for.

A former TV anchor, former Northwestern professor, former WGN radio producer, Anne has ventured into print .

Anne’s recently published book, POTTY-MOUTHED: Big Thoughts from Little Brains, shares conversations she and her husband have had with their daughters starting when their youngest was about 2 years old.

Constantly curious, I lobbed these questions to Anne and she sent them back with answers.

K: What were your girls’ reactions when they first learned you were documenting what they’d been saying?

A: They had no idea until I started writing the book. For years I typed their words and wonders onto my iPhone, stowing them away for later. Occasionally I posted the most humorous bits to Facebook, but the kids had no idea what Facebook was. It was only after I drafted the manuscript that we all sat down and read through the hundreds of moments. The girls laughed with glee when they realized they were a) funny and b) just a little bit famous.

K: What was it like getting permission from your family to publish this book?

A: When we went through the manuscript, the girls let me know what was OK and what was not. Poop and toots are funny up to a certain age (in my case 100!), but as kids round the corner toward “tweendom,” privacy becomes more important. My oldest also was quick to point out the moments in which my written thoughts were slightly unkind. She told me not to include them because they made me look, well, unkind. And while we all have our “judgy” moments, it’s best not to highlight them. (Note: The conversation we cut had to do with my daughter’s attempt to learn the violin. Anyone who has tried to play the violin knows it’s a slow start. I merely observed that in one of my posts.)

K: How did you pick which of their remarks made it into the book?

A: We chose the ones we considered to be funny, poignant and relevant. Some of my favorite conversations centered on pop culture and were too time-sensitive to last. Think Bieber, Blurred Lines and Daft Punk. Need I say more?

K: Social media has played a part in the way you created this book. Do tell.

A: Without social media there would be no book. The reaction I got to the early posts inspired me to keep recording the girls’ conversations. I loved getting positive feedback from friends and fellow parents. It was a former journalism student of mine who first suggested the book, and the idea gained momentum from there. When I took the plunge to write, I asked my Facebook hive for possible illustrators and reconnected with a friend from college. The idea was to have just a smattering of drawings, but his work was so good, POTTY-MOUTHED became a comic book.

K: Tell me more about “mommy juice”. Must it be Italian or can it be from any region?

A: “Mommy juice” is famously cheap and of low quality. After my husband and I realized our exciting social lives were firmly in the past, we resorted to bulk buying wine from Trader Joe’s. Turns out Two Buck Chuck isn’t so bad.

K: You protect your girls’ privacy, but they have been going to some of your book events. How are they dealing with the attention they are getting?

A: They seem to enjoy it, but I’m aware of the potential pitfalls. Right now they really want to read some of their own funny moments. That might change as they get older. The important thing is: They approved the content, so they aren’t surprised. Last night at a reading, some of the toot jokes made my older daughter “facepalm,” but she laughed because she knows the actions of a 4-year-old do not draw a straight line to the 11-year-old of today. Note: I also regularly add money to the therapy jar.

K: Are you still documenting the nuttier conversations you have with your girls? Can we expect a sequel?

A: A sequel is ready and waiting if this book is successful. I have hundreds more moments to share, and many of them are funnier and smarter than the current book because the girls are older. I still write down and share some current conversations, but less frequently. Now that the girls know what I’m doing, they occasionally ask me to write down what they say, and that’s too meta for me. Also: No matter how funny puberty might be, it’s just too personal. I value my daughters’ trust too much to cross that line.

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YOU'RE INVITED: Come meet Anne. I'm the impresario for a rare performance by Anne and radio colleague Charlie Meyerson. They'll share some of the most hilarious utterances by her daughters and his sons with friends and strangers on Thursday, February 22. We'd love to see you there in the flesh. Cyberspace is only fun for a while. Details are up on Facebook and online here and here.



Mystery revealed: Mommy juice = 2 Buck Chuck's


Tuesday, February 6, 2018

FUN to come

Dear friends, neighbors and strangers,  

This year is going to be #FUN,
if I have anything to say about it.

I'm planning some unique events and opportunities: 
Performances, book readings, photo shoots, workshops, dinners and then some.

Some will be of interest to my media, journalism,
photography and creative colleagues,
but most will be geared toward folks who
may or may not do any of that stuff.

 If you want to hear more via email, sign up here.

Keep warm,

Karen Kring

Saturday, January 6, 2018

Grandma and 5-year-old in Florida

This in from Kate Schott.

I met a sweet (all alone, barefoot, mismatched pajamas) 5-year-old last night in a McDonald’s bathroom off a highway somewhere between Disney World and Miami Beach.

Grandma was in the restaurant having a meltdown, because the child had run away from her to go to the bathroom.

“I can’t handle this! I’ve got two babies to look after!” The other baby was in the stroller holding an empty bottle and crying.

Grandma continued to shout every once in a while when we were all back in the restaurant. I’m guessing drugs or severe mental health issues played a role here too. But the stress of taking care of kids is real, too. All parents know it.

I told her I would help. I told her I’m a mom, too. Five-year-old sat with us and we chatted. I learned that they lived in the Motel 6 down the street with Mom and Grandma. There was a Dad, but he’s not around anymore.

I wanted to ask more questions, but I didn’t. I wanted to help more, but all I could do right then and there was help Grandma by watching over 5-year-old for a few moments.


This story doesn’t have some grand happy ending. I’m not going to ask you to donate money or vote one way or another. What I am asking you to do is think about how you can alleviate poverty in your corner of the world. I promise it will improve your life and an entire community. Every little bit counts. We do it by talking to our kids about poverty (and drugs and education and mental health).

A few weeks ago my daughter and I researched charities in Chicago that would allow 8-year-olds to volunteer. We are so excited to work with Lakeview Pantry when we return from Florida.


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Kate Schott lives in Chicago’s Lakeview neighborhood with her husband, two children and four feral cats. She believes that we all have a responsibility to care for underserved populations—be they animals, neglected children or homeless adults. She served as a writing coach on one of the PICTURE THIS Projects project I also worked on. She previously worked as a communications consultant and loves yoga, bourbon and meeting new people.

Friday, January 5, 2018

What is your Big White Truck?

by Gale West

Happy New Year!

As 2018 is upon us, I am so grateful to be alive. I’d like to share the insights I’ve acquired from my encounter with a big white truck. Hopefully, you will find some inspiration for the coming year.

As some of my friends know, I was in what could have been a fatal accident in France three months ago. I was a passenger in a car that was hit broadside by a big white delivery truck at 60 miles an hour. The broken bones have healed. While at the time this didn’t feel like a gift, as I look back, it was definitely a gift.

I worked with a shaman many years ago who was convinced that one could not fully embrace being alive until you faced your death. I remember coming home after the accident and looking around my apartment thinking, “What would it be like if I never came back? As people went through my things, my journals, what would they find? Who would they see?”

Then, the bigger question one asks when one looks death in the face, “What really matters? All the things I've angst over, my regrets, my doubts, my frustrations, do they really matter?”  The answer was a big NO!

As a result, the questions that are now calling me are:  How do I bring more moments of joy, connection, beauty, and lightness of being into my every day existence?  How do I honor the dreams that are still whispering in my heart?  If not now, when?

There is a relaxed urgency that permeates my days. It feels like an exciting adventure filled with grace and blessings.

At times in our lives, our own big white trucks necessitate a cause for pause. Be it the death of someone close, an accident, being fired or the many other iterations of the big white truck experience. At the time they can feel like crushing blows, but then, ultimately, an invitation to stop and ask the question, “What really matters?”

I spoke to someone a few weeks ago, asking him about his big white truck. He paused for a moment and then shared an experience of being in Nicaragua. He had become friends with four families who were living together in a little shack. One of the women had a small business making tortillas.  She gave him some of the tortillas she had made. When he offered to pay, knowing her circumstances and wanting to help, she refused his money saying, “You are my friend.” He was struck by her incredible generosity when she had so little.  He came back to Chicago and began looking around at all the things he had accumulated realizing it no longer had the same meaning as before. He is still pondering the question, “What really matters?” So far, the answers have been profound and life changing.

What is your big white truck? What really matters? What dreams are still whispering in your heart? If not now, when?

May you give yourself the gift of lingering in moments of joy and delight.

Monet's Garden
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Gale West is a healer and coach to businesses and lives. She helps clients transform their personal relationships to money and success through workshops, retreats and breakthrough coaching. She has taught business, entrepreneurship and leadership at universities, both in the states and in China.

Gale has been trained and certified in hypnosis, Internal Family Systems, Hakomi, and Myers-Briggs Type Indicator and other transformative modalities. She is a teacher and certified consultant in the Akashic Records with a global following for her consultations and classes.
 
Gale's passions are swimming, grand adventures and bringing out potential wherever it lies.

She lived in China for close to 5 years, but now dwells a 1/2 block from Dempster in Evanston.

Thursday, December 28, 2017

A little bit of Tara Brach in my life

A little bit of Tara by my side
A little bit of Tara is all I need
A little bit of Tara is what I see
A little bit of Tara in the sun
A little bit of Tara all night long*

This is one of Tara Brach's talks that I like to listen to over and over again. It is about relating to ourselves and rest of the world, which is all connected. Each times I listen to it something she says impacts me in a new way.

Maybe as you contemplate what your next year might look like, you might appreciate listening to this talk and others of hers. Language alert: She uses words and discusses concepts that are not often used in common conversation: homecoming, compassion, kindness, making space, Buddah, mindfulness, refuge.



Bonus for me: One of her stories, it comes toward the end, is about a photojournalist and brushes up against the power of photography. Yea!

Thank you, Tara Brach. You've been a friend to me.
May you be happy. May you be safe. May you be prosperous.
May you stay curious, creative and courageous.

*Tip of the hat to Lou Bega, Damaso Perez Prado and Zippy Davids for having written such a fun song and my apology to them for me having my way with their Mambo #5.

Monday, December 18, 2017

Happy Christmas, Holiday, Challah Day?

by Laura Enright

I think people should wish each other whatever the heck they want.

I grew up Catholic, so Merry Christmas is often second nature for me to say, even though I left Christianity long ago.

The more I started working with the public, the more I changed to Happy Holidays. Why? Because I'm not going to assume what religion the person I'm waiting on is (I have many friends who are of various faiths, including Pagans who were the group that originally booked this time of year in the calendar as a sacred time of worship). To me, it's courteous. Whatever you celebrate, may it be a good one.

We can all enjoy this time of year even if it's only to relish in the notion of New Year's and a new start to things. You know why retailers may stress the Happy Holidays angle with nondenominational decorations and all? Because they're trying to sell to an audience wider than Christians. It's purely capitalistic. You know why kids in public schools attend holiday parties as opposed to Christmas parties? Cause it's public school.

No one is denying a person a manger on the lawn or an angel choir in the window. I still hear songs like "Oh Holy Night" and "Joy to the World" played over store loud speakers (often sung by divas trying way too hard to impress). Someone wishes me "Merry Christmas" I'll return in kind.

Hell, every year Christmas mass is televised (you don't see a solstice ritual on TV--unless someone's using it as a demonic plot point). You don't even have to pay extra for it.

No one is keeping Christians from celebrating their holy day. It's just that the seasonal pool has been opened for everyone to enjoy and there are those Christians who resent that. So they've manufactured this phony "war on Christmas".

Which says more about them then it does about those simply trying to include everyone by wishing people "Happy Holidays!"
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In response to me posting a video from a Jesuit, and someone else posting one by a Jew, which both discuss the "proper" greeting for this time of year, Laura replied with the above. Watch the videos. They will surely give you additional food for thought about the meaning of the season and how we treat each other.
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I don't think I've met Laura Enright in real life...yet. Rumor has it she was born in Chicago, went to Maine South High School and continues to lurk around Park Ridge. Her first book, "Chicago's Most Wanted: The Top Ten Book of Murderous Mobsters, Midway Monsters and Windy City Oddities" was published in 2005. She followed this up in 2010 with "Vampire's Most Wanted: The Top Ten Book of Bloodthirsty Biters, Stake-wielding Slayers and Other Undead Oddities". "To Touch the Sun," the first book in her Chicago Vampire Series, was released in February, 2014, followed up by "Ujaali". Then in 2016 her dragon novel "Court of the Five Tribes" came out. Supposedly she's won all sorts of awards and prizes, but doesn't want to brag, because she is at heart a humble and unassuming person despite quite possibly being the greatest writer that has ever lived.