RIP Erica

Erica Hinson Denny created connections between people who would otherwise never know each other. She brought people together with her art, her rambunctiousness, and her spirit. After witnessing over 300 people lining up to pay their respects to Erica "Artfisch" Hinson Denny, I can say that for myself the most important thing for me to do to honor her, is to love the people that she loved no matter what and to continue to make fearless connections with people through love, art, and laughter. I feel so lucky to know the people that I do because of her. I love you Erica. I miss you.

Erica

My friend Erica is in the hospital. She suffered an asthma attack and passed out. Her husband gave her CPR until the ambulance got there, but her brain had already swelled and she was in a coma. She's been in a coma ever since Sunday and they are moving her to John Hopkins Hospital to get a second opinion on a not so great diagnosis of brain damage and swelling that won't go down. She can't breathe on her own.
The last time I saw Erica she was full of life and snapping photos of me at my wedding. It seems so unreal that she's lying in a hospital bed fighting for her life. Josh, her husband, called me today. He said that she seems like she can hear you when you talk to her and thinks she wants to come back. I think she wants to come back too. It just doesn't seem fair to her 5 children and all of the people that she has yet to meet.
Erica is a very talented photographer and artist and one of the most fearless people that I've ever met. Earlier this year I got to tattoo her and we got matching tattoos at the Baltimore Tattoo Convention. I hope that I can see her again.

Honeymoon N'at

So I'm back from my honeymoon. Key West is a wonderful little town and we had a great time. It is very darling and relaxed. The weather is amazing and the houses and atmosphere are fantastic. Mallory Square and the super tourist areas aren't so bad either. But after 5 days of our "relaxing" honeymoon (that means no boat tours or swimming with dolphins or voyages to the dry tortugas) we were both ready to come home! The highlight of the trip was the beach at Fort Zachary Taylor State Park. It was amazingly beautiful and the ocean was great. I snorkeled and we read and sunned ourselves for hours. Renting chairs and umbrellas cost you $30 and snorkeling equipment cost you another $10. With snacks and admission a day at the beach ends up costing you $50. Vacation is expensive!
We found ourselves really scrimping as the days went on and ended up eating at the awesome and affordable El Siboney many times. I've never really had Cuban food. They give you a basket of the most delicious buttered hot bread as soon as you sit down. I got a half of a garlic roasted chicken with yellow rice, black beans, and friend plaintains the first night. It was amazing and I couldn't eat it all. I would say that was my favorite meal of the trip.

Acceptance Was the Answer to All of My Problems

Lately I've been feeling a stifled by my own denial. I go through phases where I just simply ignore what I'm feeling. It's usually when something stressful like change or death is happening, and it's rooted in fear. I hold onto this denial, and I go through the motions of everyday and manage to be alright, but there is just this sneaking feeling that I'm ignoring something. That what is going on isn't exactly all there, there is something else happening and that something else is making me feel dull and less fulfilled by my daily life. Now the only reason that I know this is dull and lifeless is because I know what it feels like to be centered and fulfilled, we call it "spiritually fit". So anyway, the way that I figure all of this out, is really embarrassing and uncomfortable. The past couple of times this has happened I usually take it all internally, I hate my body I hate my hair, and it's not a normal amount of dissatisfaction, but charged with extra emotion. So I call someone and I tell them about it, and usually this person is someone that tells me the truth no matter what. She asks what is really going on, and I blurt out something completely unrelated but what is underneath all of the self loathing that I've been hanging onto. I deny myself in other ways when this happens. There is resistance concerning things that I normally enjoy. I don't want to do them. Going to meetings, socializing, reading, drawing, personal things aren't so appealing and there's just a sort of haze over everything. So when I finally connect it all and realize it's what I haven't been doing that's the problem, and that I just have to maintain a few things to keep it from happening again, I begin to learn that I've gotta be uncomfortable, feel the pain, cry about my hair, sound stupid on the phone, NOT KNOW EVERYTHING, so that I can learn. It's not very fun when it's happening, but I feel better when I can see through it and be grateful for it. Because I know how to get to the solution now.

I've been watching Mad Men and on the second disc series there is a five part documentary about feminism included with each disc. I just watched the first part and it really made me realize just how lucky I am to not be completely encouraged in every way to be a wife and a mother. Even though I want those things, it wasn't something that I felt I had to do as a last resort to get out of my parents house, and for survival. I hope that I can remember that the next time I get frustrated with my life. In unpacking from the move, I ran across one of my first college papers that I wrote in 2002 and it's titled "The Ignorance Of Feminism Today". I can't wait to read it.