Something to celebrate

This year, my daughter celebrated St. Patrick’s Day in her preschool.  I find this holiday to be fun and festive and in fact would have been surprised had they not marked it in some way.  It would never occur to me not to celebrate such a day, even though I am not Irish.  

As we prepare for Easter, a mere two weeks after St. Patrick’s Day this year, I find there is a strange correlation in the way we celebrate these two seemingly unconnected holidays.  I know many families that celebrate Easter in their own way, regardless of religious affiliation.  Like St. Patrick’s Day, Easter has also become a holiday that is for everyone, bringing with it traditions and events that may or may not have much to do with the original significance of the day itself.  

Celebrating holidays and events that are not traditionally ours is not unusual in the melting pot of America.  In a country founded by immigrants, certain holidays have become simply a part of the American identity, regardless of the original country our ancestors came from.  For one day, we all can pretend that we are a part of a tradition, be it hunting for Easter eggs, or wearing green, having a margarita on Cinco de Mayo or Chinese food on Chinese New Year.  Even March Madness has the national interest.  For those among us, myself included, who aren’t basketball fans, getting involved and interested is fun.  There is something to be said for the enthusiasm of a mass of people.  It can make you feel like a part of something that technically you aren’t.  

This got me thinking about what other holidays this month are worthy of celebration.  It appears that in the month of March, there is much to celebrate.  In addition to it being Irish American Heritage Month, it is also Music in Our Schools Month, National Nutrition Month, National Women’s History Month and Red Cross Month.  All worthy causes to celebrate and recognize.

To my surprise, I also found a very extensive list on the website holidayinsights.com recognizing specific days that are worthy of our holiday-loving attention.  

Some of these days are genuinely important and have a place in American history, such as Employee Appreciation Day (first Friday in March), Girl Scouts Day (March 12th), Freedom of Information Day (March 16th), International Earth Day (March 20th), National Mom and Pop Business Owners Day (March 29th), and National Doctor’s Day (March 30th), celebrating the first use of general anesthesia in surgery.   

Some celebratory days are legitimate, but seem as if they could be made up, such as National Pig Day (March 1st) or Ear Muff Day on March 13th, celebrating the day the Ear Muff was patented.  There is National Pi Day celebrated on March 14th (get it?  3.14).  Then there is Near Miss Day on March 23rd marking the anniversary of the day in 1989 when a very large asteroid narrowly missed hitting the Earth.

Some celebration days are touching, like Hug a GI Day on March 4th (if this day passed you by without carrying out its mission, I imagine a GI would be appreciative of thanks on any day).

Some of my favorites are simply hilarious like If Pets Had Thumbs Day (March 3rd), Worship of Tools Day (March 11th), Extraterrestrial Abductions Day (March 20th, sharing the day we celebrate Earth Day...coincidence?), and Something on a Stick Day (March 28th).  Some days caution us to beware of even our friends such as Be Nasty Day (March 8th) and the Ides of March (March 15th).

Some of these days are created just for fun, such as National Popcorn Lover’s Day on the second Thursday of March.  A truly “National” day takes an act of Congress, and clearly, regardless of the fact that some of these celebratory days promote themselves as such, they are not.  

After perusing this list and finding great enjoyment in it, I think celebrating such an important holiday like St. Patrick’s Day without being Irish is just fine.  If we can celebrate Ear Muffs and Popcorn, Doctor’s and Girl Scout’s, why not an Irish saint?

Previously published in "The Star," Grand Coulee, Washington. March 20, 2013

An app for every occasion

This Christmas, with some trepidation, I received my first smartphone.  I was very excited about the larger screen size (so I could more easily view pictures) and the ability to connect to the internet when I needed to.  But it wouldn't be stretching the truth to say I was a bit reluctant to be connected to the virtual world at all times.  


For one thing, the very idea of choosing the right app for the right moment is overwhelming.  Without the help of more technologically savvy friends and family, I’m not sure I would even venture into the apps store on my own.  Some apps I find to be quite useful, like the ones that tell you the weather or the very useful flashlight app, but to the uninitiated like me, it seems like the endless array of apps and games are just another way to distract from the life in front of me.

As a parent, I understand that a well-placed app can be great entertainment.  As a baby, it was easy to distract my daughter with the car keys to rattle around or shove in her mouth.  But toddlers can be more demanding creatures, and as my daughter has entered the preschool age, I was shocked to see that my daughter learned to navigate my smartphone faster than I did.

Apparently, this hasn’t gone unnoticed by big companies either.  In the education section of the iTunes app store, 72% of the top-selling apps are designed for preschool and elementary age kids, making it the most popular age category in the education section.

In a recent study by Parenting magazine, they state that 58% of kids ages two to five know how to play a basic computer game, while only 52% can ride a bike.  Although these numbers are surprising at first, on further inspection it may not be as terrible as it seems.  The basics, like tying shoes, are still being learned but just a little later.  On the other hand, kids are learning some more complicated things earlier.

My generation was brought up with our “screen time” being Saturday morning cartoons.  But this generation can also spend their screen time using interactive media.  A recent study at Georgetown University found that interactive media lets kids retain information better than passively watching.  This should come as no surprise.  When you ask a question about what a kid might have learned on that program they were watching, it’s a rare event when they can tell you something concrete that was learned and retained.

Screen time is still something to be monitored, but the benefits of introducing kids to technology sooner are fast outweighing the negatives.  By interacting with a game or book during their screen time, learning becomes simply part of the fun of it.

But like any good thing, sometimes the world of apps and interactive media can be taken too far.  

Although those interactive games are pushing our children’s minds earlier and in creative ways, there is also a warning to parents.  A new study at Temple University says that when a parent lets a child play with a game involving technology, we tend to “spout” instructions rather than focusing on the content of the game.  Instead of playing together, we spend our time directing their actions and the outcome is not quite the same.

Increasingly, there are apps for almost everything.  Just focusing on the parenting aspect of it, there are apps for keeping your kid on track developmentally, monitoring their sleep, or keeping up with their nutrition.  A new app can decipher what your baby or toddler is babbling and tells you if they have just spoken their first official word or sentence.  There are even potty training apps that remind the parent to take the kid to the potty and then links the results to Facebook so all your friends and family can applaud your kid for their success.  

For now, my new phone is not being used to its app-crazy potential.  Maybe, when the time is right, I’ll monitor my life by the device in my hand.  But, for now, I’m happy simply with the larger screen size for pictures.

Previously published in "The Star," Grand Coulee, Washington. March 6, 2013

Home grown

Growing up in Los Angeles, Academy Award night was a citywide celebration.  By the time my brother and I would tumble inside, ready for our afternoon snack, the glamorous stars were already pulling up in their shiny limousines to strut down the red carpet.  My mom would prepare special dishes and drinks, and family and friends would crowd around the TV together.  Mostly we would gossip about the stars choice of wardrobe, but we would also root for our favorite movies and argue the merits of each one.

Going to the movies has always been something I enjoy.  Seeing any movie is like a stolen chunk of time where we get to travel to other worlds and experience others’ lives, leaving our own lives and worries behind, if only for a couple of hours.  

As I’ve grown, my mother and I still make the effort to watch the award show together.  As silly as it may seem to some, one of us will travel to the other and make a special night out of it, eating and drinking and enjoying the display before us.  

At times I have agreed that Oscar night is far out of touch with the rest of America.  Especially in times of hardship or tragedy, a night devoted to glitz and glamour seems unnecessarily excessive.  But instead of looking at it as a night where the rich and famous pat each other on the back, I think of it as a night to celebrate a classic American art form.  

Technically speaking, the only true American art forms are jazz, comic books, musical theater and modern dance.  And while the history of motion pictures is long and complicated, the United States, along with Britain and France, were early pioneers.

But with the advent of World War I, European countries couldn’t devote time, men, technology, or imagination to the movies.  And by the time the war was over, American technology and innovation had catapulted us far beyond any other country.  When movie houses finally reopened in Europe, they ended up showing primarily imported American films.  Ever since, for better or worse, American movies are known throughout the world.

One constant throughout the history of the movies is the challenge to overcome obstacles.  In an industry founded and maintained on technological advances, the introduction of the next best thing is immediately seen as a threat to the way things are.  I’m sure if you work in the industry this is frustrating.  But as a fan, I find the push to be ever better to be to our benefit.  Feature length films threatened the original short film.  Talkies threatened, and eventually eradicated, silent films.  Television shut down a fair share of movie houses across the world.  Computer generated animation threatened traditional animated movies.  And now, the industry is challenged by the availability of free digital media.  It should be no surprise that in the past decade domestic movie theater admissions are down almost 20 percent.  Why pay to go to the movies when you can stream it online for a fraction of the price?

As a fan, the details behind the movies are interesting, but not essential to know.  I loved Toy Story without knowing the monumental effort it took to make a feature length computer animated film.  I was awed by Avatar without getting caught up in the technology that got it to that point.  Knowing it is at its core a business that is subject to bottom lines doesn’t concern me as much as being transported into a different world for a couple of hours after a long day.

So when Oscar night arrives next weekend, I will gossip about the stars fashion choices and applaud those amazing new technological advances that make my movie-going experience that much better.  But mostly I will be cheering for an iconic American art form and tradition.  I will celebrate the passion it took to get an idea from a piece of paper to the big screen so it can transport me into another world.  If only for a few short hours.

Previously published in "The Star," Grand Coulee, Washington.  February 20, 2013

The mythology behind parenting

 One day about a year ago, my daughter and I were in a pool at a hotel.  While swimming, I overheard a mother tell her son not to put his head under the hot tub.  “It’s bad for you, sweetie,” she told him.  I chuckled, remembering hearing something similar when I was a child.  But now that I’m a grown up, I disregard such a statement as myth.  It may be slightly gross to put your head under the water in a shared hot tub, but truly bad for you? 

The mother’s casual insistence made me wonder.  How much of what we tell our kids is simply a convenience to get them to follow our directions, and how much is actually true?  If we perpetuate a myth like that to our child, are we lying?

There are some classic parenting myths that are passed down the generations and almost every parent uses at one time or another.  Put your jacket on, you don’t want to catch a cold.  The store ran out of ice cream, honey.  If you make that face too many times it will stay like that.  They don’t make diapers in your size anymore. 

Most of these little white lies have a purpose.  The jolly man in the red coat is little more than a happy legend, but perpetuates important traditions.  Putting a coat on, or not eating ice cream after dinner every night are important boundaries parents must implement for health or safety reasons, but the true explanations for them might pass for over the heads of little ones.  So we spout off the one-liners we heard as children, and chances are, we get our way pretty easily.   They put their coat on, or stop complaining about dessert.

But when do we make the crossover from a myth into simply lying?  Is the act of passing down a myth you know to be untrue simply another term for deceit?  On a recent survey on parenting.org, more than three-quarters of parents admit to having lied to their children at one time or another.  Frankly, I’m surprised it wasn’t more.  But, at what age are children entitled to find out the truth?  Some myths fade on their own as children grow up, or their cover is blown by their peers, but what about things that might stick, like catching a cold or putting your head underwater in a hot tub? 

In fact, maybe many of the myths we perpetuate are in fact wrong, even the ones we believe to be true.  A recent study at the Common Cold Center in Wales found that if you get too chilled, you actually could catch a cold.  Last week weather forecasters across the nation tuned in to hear what the nation’s favorite groundhog would predict.  And although we were all cheered to hear Punxsutawney Phil predict that spring will come early, in actuality, he only has a 39% chance of being right.  A fun tradition, but hardly something to base any sort of truth on.

At some point in the past these myths we pass on to our children were developed.  Sometimes it is clear: the mythical Greek gods developed from legends about actual extraordinary human beings.  But not many among us believe that Zeus is an all-powerful god.  However the stories behind these legends, or the myths we tell our children almost always impart some important message. 

As children we believed our trustworthy parents.  Now that we are the adults, we use the same myths on our own children.  Is it lying?  Maybe, if you want to get technical.  But there’s not a parent among us who isn’t thankful that our children genuinely believe the grocery store ran out of ice cream.

Previously published in "The Star," Grand Coulee, Washington. February 6, 2013

What you can get for free, if you’re willing

With the holidays in the past, it seems that the darkest, coldest days of the year are upon us.  But any student will tell you that with the advent of the second semester of school, it is just a quick downhill slide towards summer.

For high school students, especially those who are just about to graduate, there might be a level of anxiety that comes along with this rapid approach to the end of school.  What will you do after school?  Some of you, undoubtedly, will be looking for work to fill those long summer days.

When I was in high school, my peers and I started to think about our resumes, whether for college applications or an internship, or what we referred to as that mythical “real job.”  The first things generally to go on one of these resumes were babysitting jobs, or perhaps lifeguarding at the local pool.  Because I was relying heavily on both my athletic and academic abilities to help me to get into the college of my choice, I brushed off the importance of those resume-filling jobs for another day.  

Then one year just after the holidays, I realized it would be to my benefit to get a good job over the summer break, one that could go on my official resume, something that a future boss might be impressed at even after I finished school.  But who would be willing to hire me?  I was still in school, and my job experience was limited to the babysitting and lifeguarding category.  In other words, nothing having to do with my chosen career path.

It was then that I stumbled across an organization called the Student Conservation Association.  A non-profit group, the SCA is charged with giving young people hands-on experience working in outdoor stewardship or conservation-related jobs.  A strictly volunteer organization, they place both high school and college age students in jobs that match with their interests or career paths.  

For the first time, I was offered an opportunity for a real career boost, to really get something worthwhile to put on my resume.  Even then, I knew this opportunity was available because I was willing to do this work for free.  In fact, just being accepted into the program was a life lesson: never underestimate the chances people are willing to give you if you are prepared to do something for free.  

From my dorm room in Massachusetts, the prospect of spending a summer in the mountains of Idaho, based in the exotic-sounding town of Coeur d’Alene sounded like a dream come true.  The work I would do was free, but my compensation included a free place to live and a $50 a week stipend for food.  The free room turned out to be an RV I shared with another volunteer.  Cramped quarters and a very minimal food budget, but we were only blocks away from the beautiful Lake Coeur d’Alene, and as a student, my food expectations were fairly low.  

The summer I spent there turned out to be more than just a line on my resume.  It was a life experience that I would never change and gave me valuable insight into the career path I had chosen at that time.  I spent most every day that summer deep in the woods doing menial work, but the exposure to the forestry career I had chosen at that time was eye opening and very educational.  

If conservation programs aren’t your interest, there are innumerable other ways to get your foot in the door if you are willing to either volunteer or get paid very low wages.  In other countries, taking a gap year between high school and college is the norm, and young people take the opportunity to work or volunteer in career areas that interest them.  And although my experience working for the Student Conservation Association limited to just a summer, the experience it gave me was invaluable.  

If nothing else, dreaming about how to creatively spend long summer days in the depths of winter is a nice way to pass the time.

Previously published in "The Star," Grand Coulee, Washington. January 23, 2013

Life lessons go both ways

Someone once told me that the first five years of a child’s life is remarkable in its ability for rapid change.  Every few months brings about a new life stage that change how a child sees their world and how they interact in it.  As my daughter moves through these stages, I have had to change with her.  And change, as always, is challenging.

My daughter is now almost four, and for some time we have been moving out of the moment-by-moment living that is the life of a toddler.  At that stage, I found parenting her to be very clear.  Her life unfolded right now, so depending on the needs of that moment, I gave her food, shelter, nourishment, and as much unconditional love as I could squeeze into our day.  Teachable moments were also quite clear: sharing is caring, say please and thank you, kindness is king.

But as we have moved out of the reactionary toddler stage, I have seen her transitioning into a much more complex world where there is genuine purpose to her thoughts and actions.  It has become my role to explain people’s motives and reasons behind disagreements.  Not surprisingly, I often find myself at a total loss.  

Luckily, I’m not alone in trying to explain this complex world of other people’s thoughts.  It turns out reading a story can lend insight that a simple explanation from a parent does not.  Research has shown that the more inclusive thoughts and feelings are in the characters of stories we read, the more my daughter will understand the emotions in others.  

I’ve always been heartened by the pure kindness that I witness in children.  In fact, recent research on babycenter.org shows that “kids come into the world programmed to be helpful and cooperative.”  From what I’ve witnessed as a parent, it seems that a kind intent often gets lost in translation.  Perhaps it is simply our job to help to relay the message and teach them how to express their own thoughts and actions clearly.

I’m not implying that children are pre-programmed to be perfect and we as parents are screwing them up.  Sharing, especially of a prized possession like a toy, is not something any kid will willingly do.  Without knowing when, or if, they will get that toy back, letting a friend play with it seems to a kid like they are giving it up forever.  However, new research out of the University of British Columbia shows that when toddlers share a treat, such as crackers or candy, they actually experience an emotional high and there is a boost of genuine happiness. Maybe it is our job as parents to remember to ask for things that are within the realm of understanding.  Sharing goldfish is something they understand, whereas sharing a doll is terrifying.

My nearly-four-year-old is just on the brink of understanding the vast materialistic world that is just beyond her fingertips.  Sharing toys has become easier as she has gained a deeper understanding of time and patterns.  Never has a child come over for a play date and taken her favorite doll home with them, and by now she is picking up on those patterns.  But as she has gotten older we have moved out of only being interested in what is directly in front of her eyes.  

But, thankfully, there is enough of the toddler still in her to be delighted by what is directly in front of her.  And here is a trait from children that even the most materialistic among us can learn from.  Research in the Journal of Positive Psychology has firmly proven the old adage, “wanting what you have is more important to health and well being than getting what you want.”

It seems, as I’ve suspected from the moment my daughter first batted her baby blues at me, she is teaching me as much as I teach her.

Previously published in "The Star," Grand Coulee, Washington. January 9, 2013

A year in review

It’s a typical practice around the new year to examine the year we are leaving behind.  Sometimes it’s worthwhile to examine any personal gains or losses, or to assess a resolution made at this time last year.  Sometimes, it’s interesting to wonder what, if anything, from this year was truly memorable.  Did anything happen that will live in your mind, or the mind of the country, for years to come?  

Earlier this year, I wrote a column about the coincidental fact that both the Oreo cookie and the Girl Scouts of America turned 100 in the same month.  Since that time I couldn’t help but notice whenever I came across another mention of a noteworthy anniversary.  To my surprise, there were plenty, both of products and events.  Not only was 1912 the founding year of the Oreo and Girl Scouts, but also of L.L. Bean and Paramount pictures, all products and institutions that are still impacting modern life.  One hundred years ago, along with the opening of the great Fenway Park in Boston, the Beverly Hills hotel opened its doors for the first time.  On a darker side, 1912 was the year the Titanic sank and also marked the largest volcanic eruption in the 20^th century with the eruption of the volcano Novarupta in Alaska, producing 30 times more ash than the eruption of Mount St. Helens.

Centennial anniversaries aren’t the only ones to be marked this year.  One hundred and fifty years ago the Morrill Act was signed into law, creating the land grant college system, which was an important milestone in creating affordable higher education for young Americans.  One hundred and fifty years ago, our country fought against each other at the Battle of Antietam, yet we were also optimistic enough to pass the Homestead Act, which was very significant in shaping much of our country.

There were a number of 50^th anniversaries this year as well.  Close to home, this year marked a half-century for the Space Needle, as well as the countrywide networks of KoA’s.  Not to be forgotten is the little orange goldfish cracker, of which children everywhere, my daughter included, have been enjoying for the last 50 years.  

As I gathered this list, it made me wonder, what made people in our past so industrious?  I’ve spent time in other cultures where an innocuous church across the street can be 500 years old.  In times like that, I’ve felt that America is a baby.  But here is proof that things we create in America can last.  And while maybe the Oreo or the Space Needle doesn’t have such a concrete tie to history that a centuries-old church does, we can still celebrate the spirit of our industrious ancestors who came to this country looking to make things that would last for generations.  

In our modern world of immediate satisfaction and viral communication, it might be assumed that everything might last forever.  But among all the chaos, will there be anything worthwhile?  Are we short-changing our creative selves by investing so much time into immediate gratification?

One hundred years isn’t as long as it sounds.  One hundred years ago my great-grandmother had just arrived in this country, looking for a better life.  One hundred years from now, maybe my great-grandchildren will look back on 2012 and be amazed that I was around for such a year, as I have often felt about my great-grandmother.  If we had a crystal ball, would we be surprised by the things that are remembered 100 years from now?  Will it only be remembered as a year where too many innocent lives were unfairly taken from us, or will there be something else--anything, please,--that will last?

Thinking about these things that have lasted for so long makes me feel just how enduring some things can be, and also how short the years really are.  Our time here may be short, but here is proof that the time we do have can be enduring.  Here’s to another memorable year.  

Previously published in "The Star," Grand Coulee, Washington.  December 21, 2012

One ending is another beginning

This year, in the midst of a typically festive holiday season is what many have considered to be a very auspicious date.  December 21, 2012 does not simply signify the winter solstice, but also a very important calendar day in the ancient culture of the Mayans.  I’m referring, of course, to what many in popular media have referred to as Doomsday, the Apocalypse, or simply, the End of the World.

A chuckle or two at this thought is not completely out of line.  Imagining the end of the world occurring in simply a matter of days could be slightly comical.  But many around the world have considered this date, if not the ultimate End, at least something worth marking.  

For some time, this date has loomed in the future as some kind of prophesy, a tip from an ancient culture that something fishy was coming, and that it would happen on a precise day.  Looking for secret knowledge from ancient cultures is a popular theme.  It has been assumed that ancient peoples were more in touch with the land and Mother Earth, and therefore more receptive to information regarding wisdom or prophesies.  

While I’m skeptical about ancient cultures prophesizing far into the future, I do believe they attained wisdom and knowledge in ways modern society doesn’t anymore and I do believe these cultures still have much to teach us.  To name just one such intriguing idea, I find it fascinating the way such separate cultures around the globe and across time used what tools they had to calculate such abstract ideas as the calendar.  After all, what practical good does a long-term calendar hold for such people, besides spiritual or intellectual wisdom?  

Today we have the luxury of everyone on Earth using the same method of marking time.  But in ancient cultures, this wasn’t the case and the way these cultures marked cycles of time varied greatly.  The Maya of Mesoamerica had a number of different cycle levels, each one encompassing the ones before it.  Their longest cycle, the baktun, was 394 years and they wrapped each baktun into a grouping of 13, a significant number in their culture.  The current “Great Cycle” of 13 baktuns is coming to an end this December 21st.  

I recently saw an advertisement at a popular outdoors store for a preparedness class for the coming “Zombie Apocalypse” that was sure to occur following this important Mayan date.  I originally thought this great fodder for a column about a prophesy of the end of the world, but the more research I did on the Mayan calendar and what this date actually signified piqued my interest in a different way.  

Proof that the phenomenon this “end date” has created is the involvement of NASA in their attempt to debunk the idea that an astronomical cataclysm is headed toward Earth.  And while I may think it intriguing, and maybe a tad funny, many around the world are taking this calendar date very seriously, and some are quite fearful.  As one NASA official put it, if we put the fear factor aside, there is another real concern that this looming date has brought forth: a lack of regard for science education and skeptical thinking in our schools.  

The spreading of fear of this date is not unlike the Y2K fears that ultimately amounted to nothing more than hype.  And while it may be great cocktail party conversation to talk about how to prepare for the end of the world, it is perhaps more productive to learn about what this date really meant to that culture, and what, if anything, it might mean to ours.  Learning to think outside the box of fear is a skill that is, apparently, learned.

Most experts now agree that next week will mark an important milestone in a very ancient calendar system, but it doesn’t signify a prediction of the end of the world.  Instead, it would likely have indicated a time of great celebration, and maybe a time of contemplation as well.  This is not unlike how many typical celebrate our modern holiday season, and I hope this year we continue to have cause for significant contemplation and celebration.

Previously published in "The Star," Grand Coulee, Washington. December 12, 2012

Local challenges provide creative alternatives

After having been in Grand Coulee for almost two years now, one of the biggest changes that I am still trying to adapt to is an unexpected one.  It’s not the distance to the nearest big box store or mall, nor is it the weather or the size of the community. 

Somewhat surprisingly, it’s the fact that I cannot put out my recycling with the trash.

For much of my youth, many might have labeled me an environmentalist.  When I was in high school I organized a grass roots campaign, if it could even be called that, to ask the lunch ladies not to give out the paper bowls with the chicken sandwiches.  They already came wrapped in aluminum foil.  Why did we also need the paper bowl?  I thought it a waste and tried, before the term was coined, to Reduce Our Use.

“Reduce, Reuse, Recycle” is now the accepted slogan for waste reduction.  It’s so popular, Jack Johnson has even written a catchy song about it.  And for many, this is an edict that ingrains itself into everyday life. 

When we moved here and I found out there was no easy way to recycle, I was a little horrified.  The young environmentalist in me protested. 

The practical side of me understands that the nearest recycling center is too far away to make the business—and that is what recycling is, however noble the cause might be—profitable. 

I also understand that space is not a limiting factor like it is in other parts of the country where I have lived.  In other parts, burgeoning landfills require citizens to be very conscientious about not only recycling but also the other two sides of it: reducing our use of new products and reusing what we already have. 

With every environmentalist cell in me protesting when I throw clearly recyclable material in the trash, I have tried to be creative as to minimizing my footstep in whatever way I can.  I even know some in our community who store up their recyclables and haul them to a convenient recycling center in nearby towns.  Admirable, and worth the effort, if time and space affords such a system.  If not, there are a few alternatives around town worth checking out.

Although my pantry is filled with a plethora of canvas bags, I must confess I use them far less than I ever thought I would and instead opt for the convenience of the grocery store plastic bags.  Plastic bags that find their way to the landfill usually also find their way to harming the environment, killing more than 1 million birds each year, to name just one negative impact.  Luckily, these plastic bags are easily recycled and are made into excellent re-used products.  Our local Safeway has a plastic bag recycle box just inside it’s front door by the flowers.  In my house, the plastic bags build up in my garage to an embarrassing quantity and a few times a year you will find me carting a gigantic armful of plastic bags to the bin in Safeway.  It may take me some time to get there, but my bags get recycled nonetheless, and that’s what matters. 

Also at our Safeway, there is a bin for recycling aluminum cans to raise money for the Senior Center.  This isn’t quite as simple as throwing them in the green bin and dragging it out to my curb, but at the same time, I like it almost even better.  In this case, the money for recycling those cans goes to a local group. 

I don’t generally use a lot of plastic or glass bottles, but when I do, I try to find another use for them or change brands if possible.  Milk for my daughter comes in compostable cartons and glass jars become excellent alternatives to plastic Tupperware. 

In the midst of the waste-producing holiday season, I challenge all of us to find ways to be kinder to the land that nurtures us and to be cognizant of what we throw in our trashcans.  Sometimes, a little creativity is all it takes.

Previously published in "The Star," Grand Coulee, Washington. November 28, 2012

Traditions for every day

As we’ve settled into the school year, our house, like houses across America, has settled into a routine.  Certain days call for certain activities, and many hours of each day fall into expected patterns.  One of the first things that my daughter will ask in the mornings is, “Mommy, what are we doing today?”  She’s always happiest when it is a day that she knows what to expect.  

Children take their cues on how to live out their days from their parents.  But it is not just our job to demonstrate how to get to school on time or what to tick off on the to-do list, it is also up to us, as parents, to demonstrate what we value in our days and in our lives.

With the advent of the holiday season, I think it is important to remember that it is not just the daily routines and traditions that are important to pass along to our children, but the seasonal one’s as well.  

So much of what drives the seasonal fluctuations in our lives are our traditions: what we eat, where we go, who we visit, even what to expect.  

For me, the holidays are about so much more than just one day.  It is about a thousand tiny daily rituals that add up to an entire season full of extra sparkle.  It is about smoking a turkey and making my mother’s stuffing.  It is about sitting around a laughing table with loved ones and sharing a thankful meal.  It is about finding the perfect tree and placing colorful lights upon it.  It is about setting up the train set and baking cookies, wrapping presents and finding the right gift for every person on my list.  

One of my favorite traditions is sitting down with my family and making tamales, a tradition passed down from a great-grandmother who immigrated from Mexico.  One hundred years later, her descendents still sit around a large table together every holiday season and carefully make these delicious delicacies.  As with many holiday traditions, it is more than the lure of a delicious meal that draws us to return to this tradition.  It is about being with family and continuing a long and cherished tradition.  It is about making new memories and sharing old ones, retelling tales we hear almost every year, yet still make us laugh or cry.

As my daughter gets older, I delight in passing down these traditions, sharing in these seasonal rituals, and adding to them.  I know each year we add to our own traditions to remember for future years sitting around a table and laughing at a memory.  

At the start of every holiday season, I know that in a blink of an eye it will be over.  I also know that the week after the holiday’s are over, I will experience a simultaneous sigh of relief that it is back to business as usual and a sigh of regret that it all passed so quickly.  Next week, before we are bombarded by the sparkly excess of December, I hope to take a moment for a day of appreciation, a word that takes on new meaning with each passing year.  What we experience and expect each holiday season may be tied up in small, daily rituals, but it is the larger seasonal traditions that drive us and in the end, tie us together.  

Previously published in "The Star," Grand Coulee, Washington. November 14, 2012