Sunday, May 1, 2022

Review: The Fallen Stones: Chasing Butterflies, Discovering Mayan Secrets, and Looking for Hope Along the Way

“Hey love, you’ve been saying you miss traveling,” ventured my husband one evening. “Looks like tickets to Belize are pretty cheap next month.”

“Let’s go!” I responded. “Where’s Belize?”

Not long afterward my family and I arrived at the Central American nation’s only international airport knowing little more than: 1) it is slightly smaller than Massachusetts; 2) the official language is English; and 3) it has both Maya ruins and tropical rainforests.

We told ourselves that the thrill of traveling was in the adventure of discovery. Happily, Belize did not disappoint. For three days we were the only visitors lodging in a rainforest conservation area that sometimes doubles as a base camp for archeologists studying Maya ruins. We giddily climbed unexcavated ruins and then marveled at the rainforest that had reclaimed the land around it. The forest pulsed with life. Deafening cicadas, fork-tailed hummingbirds, leaf-cutter ants, mango-stealing foxes, and red-eyed tree frogs were just a few of the many animals we encountered.

The forest was magical, but also terrifyingly fragile. Surrounded on all sides by treeless farmland, it felt like a green jewel in a sea of sand. I worried that a direct hit from a hurricane or a wildfire would wipe it away.

In the five years since that Belizean adventure, news of record-breaking environmental disasters have become a weekly and sometimes daily occurrence. Lately, it’s hard not to feel like the entire planet is a desert, strewn with a few green trinkets, as fragile as glass.

Los Angeles Times journalist Diana Marcum is well-acquainted with this feeling. In 2015 she was awarded the Pulitzer Prize for her reporting on the experience of agricultural workers during drought in California’s Central Valley. She describes being struck with “eco-anxiety” as if “the environmental threat had seeped into my very cells over the years of drought and fires.”

Rather than give into despair, however, Marcum and her partner, Jack Moody, moved to a rainforest in Belize to spend a year learning and writing about one of the world’s first live butterfly farms, The Fallen Stones.

When asked why, she says her first thought was, “I liked stories about miracles.”

What resulted was Marcum’s recently released book, “The Fallen Stones: Chasing Butterflies, Discovering Mayan Secrets, and Looking for Hope Along the Way.” It is a book full of miracles, starting with its description of improbable existence and survival of butterflies. According to Marcum, butterflies are “the celebratory confetti tossed in the air when the plants and air and water and the rest of the insect world are healthy. If you get it right for butterflies, you have it right for the rest of the ecosystem.”

Marcum’s evocative descriptions of the butterflies and the forest community surrounding the farm transported me back to my brief time in Belize. But the stories that seemed at least as compellingly miraculous were the stories of the people who love the butterflies. This is Marcum’s specialty. In an interview with Zócalo Public Square, Marcum said, “I want to introduce people to each other. As a writer, that’s my main thing.”

Marcum introduces us to the people of Fallen Stones by telling another miraculous tale, the story of how Clive, whose passion for beautiful, fragile insects lead to the creation of the farm and a global live butterfly industry that incentivizes conservation rather than destruction of rainforest.

Into this story, Marcum warmly weaves the story of the Maya men whose devotion to the Fallen Stones’ butterflies keeps the farm afloat in the face of hurricanes, fire, and even a global pandemic. They include Sebastian, the farm’s serious but kind-hearted manager, ebullient poet-philosopher-groundskeeper, Profilio, and butterfly caretaker and romantic family man, Sammy.

Marcum’s story, though, is the thread that holds the book together. She opens up her life and reveals the emotional legacy of her adolescence and the challenges of a new relationship with Moody when they are both middle aged. But these things are all leavened with self-deprecating and humorous descriptions of the joys and trials she and Moody experience living and working on a butterfly farm in Belizean rainforest.

Like the first time Marcum opened the door to the house they would be staying in and just managed to stifle a scream when a bat swooped out. According to Marcum, these bats “were not cute. They had rodent ears, mini pig snouts, and vampire wings. They were furry, not like a dog but like mold on peaches.” Or when her hopes for a romantic birthday breakfast were dashed by Moody’s offering of a plain bowl of oatmeal, without even the benefit of a heart made from raisins. She mourns, “this was my life. No romantic highs. No raisin hearts. Just a bowl of nourishing gruel served from a pot. This is what happens when you get old.”

The many miraculous stories, all told with Marcum’s compelling voice, creates what Publisher’s Weekly calls, “A deeply human story, and one filled with plenty of hope.”

I have to agree. “Fallen Stones” reminds us that despite the challenges our world faces, we can still take joy from everyday miracles - like butterflies. By telling us about the real people who are dedicated to keeping these miracles alive, the book provides us with inspiration and a template for us to follow. It gives hope that working together, we can make miracles happen too. 

At-a-Glance
Title: The Fallen Stones: Chasing Butterflies, Discovering Mayan Secrets, and Looking for Hope Along the Way
Author: Diana Marcum
Summary: A journalist whose work focuses on environmental crises spends a year living and working on a tropical butterfly farm. There the miraculous animals and people give her hope.
Publisher: Little A
Pages: 222
Price: $24.95
Release Date: March 1, 2022

Monday, April 11, 2022

Letting Go

This morning there was a knock at my bedroom door. It was followed by my daughter’s muffled voice, “It’s almost 7:45.”

“I know,” I sighed. “I’m up. Be out in a minute.”

Not long ago, I was the one who roused my sleepy girl from bed for school. I’d cajole her into clothes. Put breakfast in front of her. Braid her hair. Rush her out the door.

Now 15, she no longer needs me to remind her to brush her teeth. Instead she knocks to make sure I haven’t overslept. The buses have become too unreliable. She needs me to drive her. “Please,” she says, “Let’s not be late again.”

Grumbling, I pulled on cold jeans and a sweatshirt.

A night owl by nature, I focus best in the evenings. I often don’t finish work until well after midnight. During the school year, I don’t shift my schedule, I just burn the candle at both ends. It’s been my MO since becoming a mother. Mornings like today, I wonder whether 21 years of sleep deprivation might finally be catching up to me.

Not long from now though I know my daughter will stop knocking at my door. The time we spend traveling to and from school together will end. While I might finally get enough sleep, I realize that when that happens, I won’t feel relieved. Instead, I’ll feel a bittersweet ache as another chapter of parenthood comes to a close.

When my daughter was a toddler, she used to wrap her arms and legs around my calf, like a bear cub climbing a tree. Turning up her big eyes to mine, she would beg me to walk. She wanted to go with me wherever I was headed – the grocery store, the mailbox, the living room.

She was my second and, likely, last child, so I knew this exhausting but excruciatingly sweet phase would be all too brief. Although it was futile, I couldn’t help but try to freeze time. I used to squat down, squeeze her tiny squirming body and beg, “Please don’t grow up!”

Giggling, she’d squeak, “I can’t stop growing, Mommy!” before running after her big sister.

Later she would skip beside me in her pink jacket and leopard print backpack on our way to elementary school. On sunny days we’d race each other down the forest path, leaping over rocks and tree roots to arrive flushed, out of breath, and early. On rainy days, though, she stopped to rescue so many marooned earthworms that we were almost always late.

This morning, my daughter climbed into the passenger seat of the car, brushed her long dark hair, and stared nervously at the clock. She had a social studies presentation to give.

When it became clear that we would make it on time, she relaxed a bit. We chatted about the car ahead of us, how the shape of the state of Minnesota hardly seemed worth putting on the center of a license plate.

As I turned eastward, the rising sun glared through the windshield. We squinted, but the sun wasn’t the only reason it was hard to see. My daughter chided me for not wiping off the film that had built up inside the glass. “It’s a driving hazard!”

I nodded. She should know. She’s taking driver’s ed.

We arrived with three minutes to spare. In a single graceful motion she put on her mask, grabbed her backpack, and swung open the car door. Stepping out, she mumbled, “Bye” without looking back.

I tried to wish her a good day and “I love you” as the door slammed shut. For a moment, I watched as her long legs carried her swiftly across the parking lot and into the building.

In six months, she’ll have a driver’s license and the keys to her sister’s old car. Then I’ll wake each morning and check the driveway to see if she’s left for the day. Eventually, the car will remain, but my daughter, like her big sister, will fly off somewhere, to forge a life without me.

For now, there’s still some time. Tomorrow, she’ll knock on my door again. I’ll grumble, but also, I’ll be grateful.

 

Just the other day, when I was still the tallest one.

 

Back from the Break!

A girl scootering around the Washington Memorial in March.
After a brief hiatus to finish up the winter quarter and do some spring break traveling on the East Coast, I'm back to blogging!

Last quarter I took News Reporting, my first ever journalism course, as a start to learning "the tricks of the journalism trade." That class was an enormously enjoyable and eye-opening experience. Three of my articles were published in The Commuter, hopefully enlightening readers to programs and events that they weren't aware of before. My article on the LBCC Student Organic Farm, in particular, made a tangible impact in that it contributed to the formation of a student Gardening Club that is now using parts of the farm again.

So this quarter I'm taking Feature Writing to continue my journalism journey. I have several goals for this quarter:
  • I want to learn what it takes to write a good feature article, especially how to use words and images to evoke thoughts and emotions rather than simply inform.
  • I plan to further improve my skills as an interviewer. I've come a long way from being hesitant to even talk to strangers at an event, but I would love to be able to better guide future conversations to find those amazing insights that we can all benefit from.
  • I hope to develop work habits that will allow me to be a more productive and adept writer.
  • Finally, I want to keep honing my photojournalism abilities and find ways to merge photojournalism with feature writing that increases the impact of both.
For me, the quarter is jam packed with all sorts of events and activities, both related and unrelated to journalism, so once again wish me luck! May the spring bring to you and yours a profusion of new growth and goodness as well.

-Hathai
 


Wednesday, March 9, 2022

The Linn Expo Center Goes to the Dogs

Linn County Kennel Club Hosts Annual Dog Show

For three days the Linn County Expo Center had well and truly gone to the dogs.

On the lawn, dog owners walked their bullmastiffs, Scottish terriers, coiffed poodles, and St. Bernards in embroidered drool bibs.
Boxers await conformation judging.

Inside the Expo Hall and Santiam Building show boxers and samoyeds pranced and posed for judges. Meanwhile in the Calapooia Arena, German shepherds, border collies, pugs and corgis demonstrated their agility by weaving in and out of obstacles, walking over seesaws, and leaping over hurdles.

After a one year absence due to the challenges of COVID-19, the Linn County Kennel Club Dog Show returned to the Linn County Fair and Expo Center Feb. 25-27. The schedule of events was packed for the entire three-day show. Each day more than 1,500 dogs were judged for conformation (how well they conformed to the standards of their breed), or competed in obedience, rally, or agility trials. Activities were held in all four buildings of the Expo Center.

Susie Shearer, the Linn County Kennel Club president, said that in addition to creating fun and community among dog owners and dogs, the show raises money to fund the club’s activities and donations each year. The club provides dog owners with services such as free eight-week obedience and new puppy classes. They also provide scholarships to Oregon State University veterinary students and donate to a number local non-profit organizations and their events.

Dogs leaped hurdles on the agility course.
Shearer said that dog shows also provide an economic boost to the community by attracting people from long distances. She cited a American Kennel Club study that found that exhibitors at AKC dog shows spend an average of $512 per show weekend and can inject more than $1.5 million into the local community.

One such long-distance traveler to the show was Amy Denton, 65. She drove nine hours from Omak, Washington to compete in agility trials with her Pembroke Welsh Corgi, Carbon. Denton has shown and competed with her dogs for more than 40 years. During that time the farthest she has ever driven for a show was Missouri.

Denton said, “I like the activity because I love my dogs. I have five corgis … and they’re a big part of our lives and they seem to enjoy it.”

Carbon on the agility A-frame with owner, Amy Denton
Stacy Dickinson, in her late-40s, has been showing dogs for more than 20 years. She said she continues because, “I like the relationship it creates. It’s something special that you do with your dog … and they’re beautiful dogs so you show them off!”

Running the shows, however, requires an army of volunteers. Usually they are gleaned from the ranks of the people who show their dogs, but according to Shearer “a lot of the people who show are older and dog shows are kind of fading. We want to get young people showing, but they’re more interested in videos.”

Jesse Questchke, 33, the Obedience and Rally chairperson agrees. “I am fresh blood, and a lot of clubs are looking for young people to join. A lot of clubs are aging.”

This is a problem in part, Questchke said, because the show requires that some volunteers serve as “stewards” that can do physically demanding jobs such as setting up agility equipment to match dog heights and re-setting competition fields between trials.

Jesse Lalley stewards the rally trials. 
Recently, Questchke was able to enlist the help of some teen volunteer stewards from the 4-H club, Guide Dogs for the Blind-Corvallis. One volunteer, Jesse Lalley, 16, is in the process of training her third puppy as a guide dog but this was her first time at a dog show. It was clear that she was already hooked.

“It’s amazing! I love watching all the dogs. It’s definitely different than what I imagine because I’ve never been to anything like it before, … especially watching the obedience trials. I feel like my guide dogs are learning to do half of this stuff,” said Lalley. “I’m definitely going to be stewarding again in the future!”

The dog show also has a mission to help improve the health of individual dogs and their breeds. Over the weekend the show hosts eye and cardiac veterinary clinics. According to Gail Hill, 77, chair of the Eye Veterinary Clinic, the clinics are “a low-cost way for a whole lot of dogs to be screened all at once” for potential genetic disorders by a specialist from the OSU College of Veterinary Medicine.

Hanging out with a best friend

Hill, who is also a volunteer, says that the dog show is “a labor of love.” She said it shows that “there are so many different kinds of ways that we human beings connect with these animals. We’ve been hanging out with these guys for 100,000 or more years. For some of us they are an integral part of our existence.”

At-a-Glance
What: The Linn County Kennel Club Dog Show
When: Feb. 25-27, 2022 and annually every Feb.
Where: The Linn County Fair and Expo Center in Albany, Oregon
For more information contact: The Linn County Kennel Club, (503)394-3693



Lionel, a 4-month-old Pekingnese, took first prize for the Toy Group for puppies.

Saturday, March 5, 2022

Q&A with LBCC English Professor Ramycia McGhee

Ramycia McGhee is a professor of English and Literature at Linn-Benton Community College and the CEO and founder of The Valencia Cooper Second Chance Scholarship Opportunity Award. While McGhee has lived in Albany for almost five years, she was born and raised on the west side of Chicago. In this interview she talks about how her upbringing, her family, and her faith has shaped her career and philosophy on life.
 

Ramycia McGhee, you are a graduate of three universities: University of Wisconsin-Whitewater for your bachelor's in Broadcast Journalism, Roosevelt University for your master’s in Journalism, and Capella University for your Doctor of Education. Given this, why did you decide to teach at a community college instead of a university?

Yes, I went to all universities. But in elementary school I took prep classes on Saturday at Truman College, which is a part of the Chicago Community College system. I went to elementary school near Malcolm X Community College. We would go over there for assemblies… African dance…field trips. When I was in high school I took college credits at Harold Washington College.

So if you think about it, community college was always playing in the background. It's always been a part of my life. It was part of my formative years, so it would make sense that I would teach at one.

And I think that what I really love about community college is that you get an opportunity to meet and interact with people, i.e. from the community...You get an opportunity to interact with everybody who makes up a community. When you are working at a university you can have those relationships but to me they don't seem as important or pertinent to the work you're doing.

I also know that community colleges play a role in people who cannot afford to go to a university at that time.

Imagine you are taking a gen ed class at a university and all you see are students who live on campus… and you are a 40-year-old woman or man, or you identify as non-binary, and maybe you have kids. Nobody in there looks like me. Nobody in there can relate. That's a problem because that's going to impede the learning process.

You go to a community college, you don’t know who the hell you’re going to get! You’re going to get somebody, maybe, who is fresh out of jail and this is their mandate. You’re going to get some students who come right out of high school. You're going to get the working mother, the working father, the working inmates, the job-poor person. You're going to get these people who can relate because they bring life experiences - which I love even more.

I feel and I know community colleges are the backbone of this country.

How did your mother feel about your decision to become a college professor?

When I first told my mother I was going to be a professor she was so pissed off. She said, “I took out that Parent PLUS Loan for you to be a journalist! Now you’re telling me you’re going to be a teacher?!”

But that was short-lived because before I knew it, my mother was saying, “My daughter is a professor!” and walking around with her chest all out, so happy and bragging and boasting.

One time my mom went to class with me (in Wilbur Wright College in Chicago). I had older people in my class and my mother saw two people that she knew growing up in my class because they were all in recovery (from substance abuse).

They hugged each other for so long. They went downstairs. They smoked cigarettes. They talked and laughed, reminiscing about good times. They came from this lifestyle (of substance abuse) and this is the fruit of the process (of change). It was just so fun because it was good to see my mother connect with people she grew up with in my class.

Since then the guy would say, “Your daughter is my favorite professor. She's so smart!” Every time they ran into my mother they would say that.

And, while I think she knew that I was good at what I do, I think seeing her friends made her think, “My daughter is really doing this and it's working, because people I know are telling me on the regular.”

Your mother clearly had a strong impact on you. What kind of person was she?

She was something. She was street. She was hardcore, but she had a heart of gold.

My mother had been through quite a bit as a younger woman. Both of my parents were recovering drug addicts, but my mother never let her addiction to drugs detour how she raised and protected me. My daddy didn’t either. I had a two-parent household growing up.

My mother worked. She was super funny. My mother was intelligent.

She was raw. She would tell you the truth, no matter how you felt about it.

But she would give you the clothes off her back. She always wanted to help people, and that's how she ended up in the industry that she did. She worked for women who were HIV positive and who were also recovering addicts. My mom loved her work and the women loved her. My mother never made them feel as though they were diseased. They were in recovery.

My mother was selfless.

Her younger sister, who's my favorite aunt, had a baby at 13. My mother dropped out of school and helped raise the baby. She told her sister, “You go on and you do school and you get that and do all that.”

My aunt went on to get a degree and worked in corporate America - really moved up the ladder.

My mother did not. My mother helped raise her son. And my mother went back to school later and got her GED. She was clean and sober 10 years when she passed away.

In the fall of 2020, you launched The Valencia Cooper Second Chance Opportunity Award, named after your mother. Please tell me about it.

During my mother's time of drug abuse she went to jail for three months. Every weekend I would go see my mother. I remember seeing my mother through that glass. My mother was distraught. She could not believe she was in jail. Three months may have felt like three years.

So when I was working over at the Oak Creek Youth Correctional Center (in Albany), I thought about some of the women my mother helped in her work.

I remember when my mother got out of jail, even though it was only three months, she's still on probation. There were still all these hoops and things you had to do to be in compliance. You had to see a probation officer. You had to take classes. It’s never ending. And then they want you to get you back into society! But you have a criminal record. You also have to pass a drug test. You have to have experience. You have to have all this sh*t.

But there's really not a lot out there for you. The resources are slim, or you have to go through all these different hoops to get through to the resources.

I thought I would love to do something in my mother’s name…I thought, I can do a scholarship and it would directly impact these young ladies (at Oak Creek), because it'll be for them, and they would have to take classes at LBCC. So I'm marrying what I do and where I work to the memory of my mother.

That's how I came up with the scholarship. I launched this Sept. 5, 2020, which is the day my mother died, but then there weren't a lot of young ladies matriculating out of Oak Creek. If they were, secondary education was really not their priority. They needed jobs, money, etc.

So in 2022, this year, I’m going to change the direction of the scholarship. I want to benefit any black student in the State of Oregon who wants to attend a community college because there's so few black folk here and sometimes resources are slim to none. Why not be able to be another resource on the educational ramp?

[The scholarship] has a very basic application. The reason why it's so basic is because I want to give the money away! I want to take away all the barriers! It's not a competition. Everybody's going to get money.

My friends and family were just really receptive about this when I first launched it. They just gave and gave and gave and and it's been going really well. I'm in the midst of making it a non-profit. … My vision for this is that it will become so big and so well known in the State of Oregon that I'll be able to launch it also in Chicago, where my mother and I grew up. So there will be one in the Midwest, one on the West Coast, and then who knows? In the next 20 years maybe we'll have one on the East Coast. It will be a nationwide scholarship which I would love to see happen.
 

You grew up in the west side of Chicago where you were surrounded by African-American role models in your family and schools. Now as a college professor in Oregon, you’re often the first African-American teacher that your students have ever had. How does that make you feel?

I think it makes me feel special because I'm able to impart some things on them that they probably haven't had and dispel myths that a lot of them probably have about black people, or black women and black educators, and etc…

Even at a church I was going to I was able to dispel what they stereotypically thought a black woman should be. I was highly educated. At the time I was married. No children out of wedlock -- no offense to people. These are just things that people think…I wasn't addicted to drugs. I wasn't beaten. I didn't come from a broken home.

All of that stuff was dispelled.

And I feel the same way about a classroom. What you've heard about black teachers. What you’ve heard about black women. What you’ve heard about inner city youth. What you’ve heard about children of recovering addicts. I'm going to take all of what you've heard and flip it on its head. I have the opportunity to do that. And that is so good because I don't want them to have these assumptions about us…because of what they’ve seen on TV, what they’ve read in books, what they’ve heard...

It's a way to change the narrative, so that they are aware. Like (when they are confronted with stereotypes) they can say, “No, I had a teacher, and that wasn't the case” and “I interacted with a person and that’s not how she acted.” They can speak about it.

I feel very blessed and lucky to be in that position.

February was Black History Month. This was the fifth year that you’ve organized events for this month at LBCC. What are some of the concerns that lead you to choose “Breaking the Cycle of Shame: Black Mental Health” as this year’s Black History Month theme?

[In] black mental health, particularly at this time, suicide rates are at the all-time high. It's a shame.

Black people do not talk about going to therapy. I think that narrative is changing now with recent events, but every time you look up somebody is dying or has died by suicide.

Did they not have someone to talk to? Maybe they did, but they were ashamed. People in a sense shame black folks from going to therapy.

Why do you think Black people feel shame about mental health therapy?

[Black people often say] “Pray it away!” You know we’re spiritual people. Yes, you can pray and I think that's one of the tools that God gives you, but He also gives you these other tools of therapy, and talking to people, etc.

I have two cousins who had contemplated suicide, and they're both young women. I had a boy cousin who contemplated suicide. When things hit home like that, it's like, “Oh, my God!”

[When I suggested] “Maybe you should talk to somebody…” to my one cousin, she said, “I don't want people to think I'm crazy.” Because [to her] therapy is only for people who are crazy or think that they're crazy.

I said, “No, I don't think people would think you’re crazy. I think you think you’re crazy because you're going to see someone. [Therapists] can talk to you about stuff that your family can't. Because we [your family] are in it with you so we're not objective. We want to be, but we're not.”

In addition to having speakers come to speak on the Black History Month theme each year, you also put together a Black History Essay writing contest. This year you asked essayists to reflect on how the stereotype of the “Strong Black Woman'' has affected black women. For context, you ask essayists to read the 2015 Cosmopolitan article, “Black Girls Don’t Get to Be Depressed” by Samantha Irby. The tagline for the article is “When I finally got help for my mental illness, I was sure I was letting Rosa Parks and Harriet Tubman down by talking about my silly little feelings.” How did this article and topic resonate with you?

When I read the article, I’m like, that’s so true because you feel like, “Damn! I'm going to let Harriet Tubman down!” And these (historical) people were dealing with conditions way worse than what I’m dealing with -- my little problems. So it really stuck with me because this is something that we carry around all the time.

…Black women have always been seen to be the pillars of the community. Even when we think about enslavement, black women slept with slave owners …so that the slave owners wouldn’t kill their husbands or their children. So we've sacrificed our bodies. We've sacrificed our minds. Like we have to play into the ego of our husbands or our kids and not say anything. We sacrificed our time. “Don't worry. I can take on this, you just do that.”

We've sacrificed so much of ourselves, and we still have to be a mother, be a wife, be a good friend, be intimate, however that intimacy is. Be very good at what you do, because you have to be 10 times better than your counterpart.

So you have all of that pressure. What do you have for yourself?

One of my aunts said, “You know we bend, but we don't break.” But sometimes, you really want to break!

Here's the thing (not long ago) -- my career was skyrocketing and my personal life was falling apart, but I still had to show up in this space and do what I had to do. No one knew I was going through a divorce…I remember that there were times that I would be up for more than 48 hours, just distraught…I was crying. But I would get up, put make-up on, get dressed, and go to LB, teach and smile, and do everything I needed to do. Then I would come back home, and I would cry for more hours.

Because I knew people were watching me. I'm new here. I'm black. I got to do my job. I got to do it really well. And I can't let these people know that my whole damn personal life is… in the toilet.

…There was a lot of shame for me. People were like “You excel in every part of your life, but you can't hold your marriage together?”

I think that's what happens with women anyway... but then here we go again, the Strong Black Woman...We deal with a lot as women in general but I think we deal with an immense amount of pressure as women of color. As a black woman to be told you're the least likely to marry, that you’re the last picked. You know, when you hear sh*t like that, you get depressed.

Then you start thinking “Oh my God, I need therapy!”

It's a culmination of stuff. But you still have to maintain this persona of a Strong Black Woman. “No matter what, I can take it!” when inside you are breaking into pieces and you aren't telling anyone.

I think the Strong Black Woman is a blessing and a curse, a burden and a blessing. That essay resonated with me, and I want people to understand that. Because some people feel that black women can take everything because historically we've had to. And there was never any objection.

And the time has come for us to really start healing from that.



At-a-Glance
Who: Dr. Ramycia McGhee
Occupation: LBCC Professor of English and Literature and Founder and CEO of The Valencia Cooper Second Chance Opportunity Scholarship Award
Hometown: West side of Chicago, Illinois
Years at LBCC: Almost five years
Passions: Getting dressed up and dancing, traveling solo to at least one place every year
Beloved Pet: A 10-year-old Shih Tzu named Cupcake
Mantra: “Things happen for me, not to me.”


Sunday, February 13, 2022

Fans Return to Dam Cancer

Lauren Letzsch (right) wishing teammate Madi Dagen luck.
After being forced by COVID-19 restrictions to go on without an audience for much of the last year, the Oregon State University Dam Cancer Gymnastics Meet welcomed fans back to the Gill Coliseum on Feb. 5.

Attendees streamed into the coliseum excited to not only cheer for the competing OSU and Arizona State University gymnasts, but also to support the cause of cancer awareness and early cancer detection. Many fans demonstrated this by wearing bright pink t-shirts with slogans that read “Dam Cancer,” “Pink Out!” and “Beaver Fans Wear Pink.”

During the opening ceremony, the video boards showed OSU gymnasts holding up signs with the printed words “I Believe for …” followed by the handwritten names of loved ones who had been affected by cancer. Afterward, fans who had filled out similar signs when they entered the coliseum raised theirs in the air in solidarity.

Fans young and old wore pink for cancer awareness.
For this meet, the OSU women’s gymnastics team put aside the color orange to wear the colors and symbols of cancer awareness. The women sparkled in hot pink and black leotards. Each gymnast also wore a small temporary tattoo of a pink ribbon at the base of her neck.

In their hair, the gymnasts wore two different colored ribbons. They all wore zebra-striped ribbons in honor of their head coach, Tanya Chaplin, who is a survivor of neuroendocrine tumors. The second ribbons were in the color of a cancer experienced by a friend or family member for whom the athletes dedicated their performance that night.

Phoebe Jakubczyk holding a sign in support of her mum.
“We even have some coaches who wore different colored ribbons as well,” said Head Coach Chaplin. In addition to her own cancer experience, Chaplin has had close family members who have been affected by cancer. “So it’s near and dear to our heart to promote it and to get the awareness out,” she said.

Jade Carey, freshman OSU gymnast and Olympic gold medalist said, “This is a really important meet. It was bigger than gymnastics tonight and we wanted to go out and show support for everyone going through cancer. Just anyone touched by cancer really. We just wanted to go out and fight for them and do it for them because it’s just really special to be able to dedicate a meet to someone”

“I know a girl back home who was diagnosed with Hodgkin's lymphoma as a child and I would visit her in the hospital. She is a gymnast. I did it for her tonight. I wore gold [ribbons] for childhood cancer and we all wore zebra [ribbons] for Tanya [Chaplin],” said Carey.

Teammates cheered Jade Carey's floor routine. 

The Dam Cancer Gymnastics Meet is one of a series of Dam Cancer events and competitions that have been held since 2005 as a way to foster cancer awareness, encourage early cancer screening, and raise money for local non-profit cancer support organizations. The events were originally organized by the Corvallis Clinic Foundation and OSU. In the past, each major athletic women’s sport at OSU held one Dam Cancer event per season. These have included women’s volleyball, soccer, basketball, golf, and swimming as well as gymnastics.


The pandemic brought new challenges to holding the Dam Cancer events. Due to COVID-19 restrictions many collegiate sporting events were postponed, canceled, or went on in empty stadiums. Eventually, the Corvallis Clinic Foundation decided to stop organizing the events altogether. The Willamette Valley Cancer Institute and Research Center (WVCI) took up the responsibilities for organizing the events in their place, but according to both Head Coach Chaplin and Christy Curtis, the WVCI oncology Liaison and Marketing Coordinator, the Dam Cancer series is still very much in transition.

“It’s a new world so we are still trying to figure out things that we can bring to the community,” said Chaplin.

For example, they are still working out how to re-incorporate fundraising and develop new ways to honor cancer survivors. Previously, cancer survivors were welcomed to walk onto the performance floors and playing fields to be cheered and encouraged by fans. With the rise of the COVID-19 virus, however, it is more dangerous for cancer patients to be around crowds.

According to Curtis, the “I Believe for” signs were created as a way to safely honor survivors. The signs are a way for fans “to at-a-glance see how many people are touched by cancer. It has a pretty strong impact,” she said.

Another concern with allowing non-athletes on the field is the risk to athletes. “We have to make sure that all of [the athletes] are safe, too. So they’re not having many interactions until the season is over,” said Chaplin.

Despite the challenges behind-the-scenes, fans appreciated the message that the events promote. Judy Rinkin, 79 and her husband of 58 years, Mike Rinkin, 81, are diehard Beaver fans who have been to many Dam Cancer events over the years. Both were at the meet on Saturday and wore pink in support.

“The cancer events do a great job because they bring [cancer] to the forefront. I remember as a kid we only whispered about cancer, but now we can talk about it. And we need to!” said Judy Rinkin. “[Cancer] is not something to be ashamed of. It’s not something [cancer survivors] choose. It’s just something they get.”

In addition to supporting the Dam Cancer cause, fans and athletes alike enjoyed the competition and spectacle of young women appearing to defy gravity. Everyone cheered and marveled at the OSU and ASU gymnasts’ performances.
Madi Dagen receiving encouragement during her floor routine.

“I just love gymnastics because these young women compete against themselves and they are there being watched by the world,” said Judy Rinkin. “And those girls can tumble so high. Oh my goodness it’s amazing!”

The climax of the meet for both the Rinkins and the rest of the fans was Carey’s performance on the uneven bars. When it was announced that Carey had earned the first perfect score of her collegiate career the coliseum reverberated with the sound of the audience leaping to their feet and roaring.

In the end, the 13th-ranked OSU Beavers prevailed against the No. 21 ASU Sun Devils with a final score of 197.374 to 196.500. Carey won the all around with a score of 39.825. OSU senior, Madi Dagen came in second with a score of 39.550. In third with a score of 39.375 was ASU junior Hannah Scharf.

With this event now under their belt, WVCI and OSU are looking forward to collaborating on many more Dam Cancer events. According to Curtis, their main objective for the first year back is “engaging in our community and raising awareness for cancer. Hopefully we’ll just keep getting better at that!”

At-A-Glance
Who:
Oregon State University (OSU) and Arizona State University (ASU) gymnastics teams
What: The OSU Dam Cancer Gymnastics Meet
Where: OSU’s Gill Coliseum
When: Saturday, Feb. 5, 5:30 p.m.
Why: To compete and raise awareness of cancer and early cancer detection 

Outcome: OSU prevailed against ASU 197.374 to 196.500. Freshman Jade Carey won the all around with a score of 39.825 and made the first perfect score of her collegiate career with her uneven bars routine. The Dam Cancer events are transitioning after a year of COVID-19 and a major change in organizers, but still succeeded in bringing greater awareness for cancer.

Sunday, January 30, 2022

The LBCC Student Organic Farm: Past, Present, and Future

LBCC’s once bustling Student Organic Farm now sits quietly, as though asleep. The plots that once overflowed with fruits and vegetables are leveled and covered with close-cropped grass. The salad greens and tomatoes that used to grow year round in the farm’s two large greenhouses have been replaced with brown waist-high weeds. Rotting fruit hangs from un-pruned branches and litters the ground beneath the orchard trees.

The two-acre farm sits on the northwest corner of campus, between the jogging track and the northern portion of the Wellness trail. The farm served students and the community for nearly two decades until budget shortfalls led the college to indefinitely suspend the horticulture program in early 2020. Since that time the farm has been out of operation. The college currently has no plans to revive it.

Grass covers the farm fields today.

“[The farm] served us in our vision of curriculum -- what we thought a horticulture program should look like. It was our outdoor laboratory for students to live and learn,” said Stefan Seiter, former Chair of the Horticulture Program.

When Seiter first arrived at LBCC in 2001, the area that is now the farm was a dumping ground for the college’s waste construction material. It also had soil trenches that Seiter’s predecessor had dug for soil classes.

Seiter, however, wanted an outdoor space for his horticulture students to practice organic farming and gardening. In the spring of 2002 the horticulture program began filling in the trenches and incorporating leaf compost into the soil to build its first large, 35-by-65-foot garden plot. Over the next seven years, the farm expanded slowly, growing to include two additional large garden plots, a smaller herb garden, a rain garden to the west of the plots, and a composting center.

In 2010, Miriam Edell joined the department as a part-time Horticulture Instructional Specialist. Edell brought with her a background in sustainable agriculture and, according to Seiter, a “passion to run the farm.” She took on the primary responsibility of managing the farm and the student workers who maintained it, ushering in a period of rapid growth. During the last ten years of operation, the farm expanded to include two large greenhouses, three more large garden plots, an orchard, a small vineyard, a forest garden, and sheds for tool and irrigation equipment. For a time there were even beehives and a chicken coop.

The farm in operation, sometime between 2014 and 2018. Image: Google Earth

The farm not only provided opportunities for horticulture students to gain hands-on experience in all the ins and outs of running a small organic farm, it also provided resources for the community. The Profitable Small Farms Program used the farm to provide subscribers to their Community Supported Agriculture (CSA) boxes with fresh produce during the growing season. The program donated extra produce to organizations such as the local food bank and the LBCC Parenting Program

For a time, the farm rented out garden space to both LBCC students and members of the community. The Veterans Garden was established on the farm in 2018 to give students who are military veterans a place to relax while gardening. In 2019, the horticulture program was in talks with the Community Services Consortium and Jackson Street Youth Services to begin a youth farming program, but talks ended with the announcement of the horticulture program suspension.

According to Seiter, funding for the farm was largely piecemeal. Lab fees for the horticulture classes paid for tools and other class supplies. The farm raised additional money though the sales of produce and plants, and from private donations for capital projects like the irrigation system. Many of the fruit trees were donated, as were materials for the greenhouses, sheds, and composting center.

Today the farm continues to fall under the responsibility of the Division of Science, Engineering, and Mathematics (SEM). Kristina Holton, the Dean of SEM, says that neither SEM nor the college currently has plans for it.

“Without Miriam’s [Edell’s] role to spend time maintaining the space, we don’t have the capacity to maintain the farm the way it was being maintained previously,” she said. So the goal of the college is to “keep it mowed so at least maintenance can keep it from being a liability.”

One of the farm's greenhouses, filled with weeds and disintegrating.

Michael Brady, interim director of LBCC Facilities, concurred with Holton’s assessment, saying that the difficulties caused by the ongoing pandemic have left Facilities down to a “skeleton crew.” Unable to assume the labor costs for maintaining the organic farm, facilities has leveled the land, plowed the plots, and seeded it with grass to control the growth of weeds. 

Brady says that facilities will try to maintain weeds between the fruit trees as time permits, but will not prune the trees. In the meantime, he acknowledged that without maintenance, farm structures like the greenhouses will eventually break down due to weather and the sun’s ultraviolet light.

Despite the farm’s current state, both Seiter and Brady hope that one day the farm will once again be a valuable resource to students and the community. Seiter said that the farm could still provide a mix of uses for classes in different departments such as Biology and Art. He also suggested continuing to use the farm for community garden space. Brady was concerned about the college taking responsibility for outside community groups using the farm but, “if we could get a program or a student group that wanted to run something back there, I think that would be awesome!” he said.

Edell said that the closing of the farm is “a real loss for the community. It was a great resource.” Still she believes that it would be difficult for student groups to run the entire farm on their own.

“Truth be told, farming is a lot of work. It’s the rare person who wants to dig in the dirt and sweat.”

Maintenance of the farm, she said, is constant, and at the height of its operations the farm required the efforts of not just Edell but also three work/study students and a part-time greenhouse assistant. Even with all of that, Edell added, “I could have used another full-time person just to keep the place neat.”


At-a-Glance
What: LBCC’s Student Organic Farm is out of operation and there are no plans to re-open it.
When: After nearly 20 years serving students and the community, the farm was closed in the spring of 2020.
Where: The farm is located on the northwest corner of LBCC campus, between the northern section of the Wellness trail and the track.
Why: LBCC currently does not have enough resources to operate the farm. 

For more information: Contact Kristina Holton, Dean of Science, Engineering and Mathematics, at holtonk@linnbenton.edu.

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