I Heart My New Editor

February 9, 2010 by kinziblogs

It has long road to find a publisher with whom I can hang my free-lance hat since Laura Haddad left VIVA awhile ago. It’s tough when you start with a terrific editor first and then discover how bad a bad editor can really be. Some were good, but wanted too much for too little, and some were jerks who took my ideas and wrote the articles themselves.  Some couldn’t seem to run spell-check and it was embarrassing to have my name in the magazine, some were completely out of my league (I am a piece of work, I know it :D ). Some inspire me to pray that they will leave the country. One I really liked and then he left. Sigh.

At a recent creative thinkers party, a bunch of us local free-lancers had an impromptu editor-tell-all. LOL, we all had the same experiences with the same editors, so I know it wasn’t just me. Trash your free-lancers and word gets out. Treat them well and your name is respected and admired.

I am really excited about my newest editors. We are very much alike, but very different, I like the shared energy and idea exchange we’ve developed. I am a total team player, and they let me be that. We are just friendly enough to make it fun, with just enough professionalism. They have experience to share, and mentor me on the job; one said I was a good writer who just needs experience, and that ‘raw’ was good. They will also tell me if what I wrote stinks.

Best of all, one could care less if I carry a designer hand-bag, just like Laura. :D

Honorable Decisions

February 8, 2010 by kinziblogs

When I picked up Project Boy from school, he was VERY excited. “MOM!!! I found 40JD ($60)!!! Can I keep it?”

“Where did you find it?” I asked, wondering which parent may have dropped it paying fees that morning (when you are plunking down a thousand JDs, forty could fall)

“Well, this morning I put my hand in my pocket and there it was! Someone must love me!”, he beamed.

“You are quite lovable, but I don’t think this was an intentional gift”, I said. “Arent’ those the jeans we just got from the family that moved?”

“I dunno”, he shrugged his shoulders. Upon closer inspection of said jeans, they were a brand I hadn’t seen come through the laundry. Yup, a pair of recent hand-me-downs. Poor Project Boy, being third son he has probably never worn a pair of jeans with tags still on.

“What do you think we should do, Project Boy?” I asked. He shuffled, head down, and said “Well, I guess we oughta email the family and ask them if they are missing some money”. “Yea”, I said, “I think that is the honorable thing to do”. Inside I was hoping they wouldn’t claim it.

We emailed, and the next morning a very happy mom told us that her son had indeed misplaced his birthday money and we made arrangements to send a check. Surprisingly, Project Boy was not disappointed. “Wow, I am glad I found it for him! I would have felt so bad if I had lost my birthday money”.

Everyone say ‘aaawwwwwww’ :)

Love and logic parenting is paying off in character. We are very happy campers.

Incest is Never Consensual

February 7, 2010 by kinziblogs

It’s that time of year where my Jordanian co-leaders and I are gearing up for two new courses in sexual abuse recovery. It has been satisfying to hear the ladies I call say “Finally! I’ve been waiting two years for this opening”.

It is a sobering time. A time for real soul reflection, setting my accounts in order with God and man (and woman), relentless confession of the sin(s) that easily ensnare me from running the race that has been marked out before me. I will need to hear God’s voice speak and be doing a form of spiritual simultaneous-translation of that truth, and there isn’t room for my own junk to interrupt the flow. I am feeling the weight of their hope already, and fearing for the stories I am going to hear:

Stories of incest are the hardest.

Another famous victim of incest has been in the news, MacKenzie Phillips, daughter of John Phillips of The Mommas and the Pappas (California Dreamin’). It took her dad a load of mind-altering drugs to maintain his abuse of her, he even gave them to her to blunt the reality of his sick advances. When I first read her story, and she spoke of their relationship being ‘consensual’, it rang wrong. She corrects herself in this recent article.

Incest in the Arab world is even more tragic. The family is even more tightly woven, and there is nowhere for a victim to go but continual re-victimization. Here are some US statistics, based on my experience, it is much worse here in Jordan:

Of the 60,000 sexual assault cases reported in 12 states in 2000, about 25 percent were committed by family members, according to a U.S. Bureau of Justice report. Family members were involved in about half of the sexual assault cases with victims younger than 11. More recent statistics are not available because the U.S. Census Bureau does not provide information about incest in its statistics on child abuse, sexual abuse and assault.

Recovery is a much longer and harder process, as a key to healing is understanding that it wasn’t the fault of the victim, and here, being weak enough to be molested adds even more shame. So does the idea that just being present is an enticement to an abuser.

Realizing that incest is not the victim’s fault is a difficult process that happens through therapy and can take many years.

They carry this kind of belief that they may have flirted, that they may have worn a bikini, all this stuff makes them feel, ‘I’m not really innocent,’ “ said Joanne Zucchetto, psychotherapist at the Psychiatric Institute of Washington’s post-traumatic disorders program.

By definition, incest is never consensual, although often the perpetrator will convince the victim otherwise, experts say. The power dynamics of the relationship between a parent and child are such that it’s always the parent’s responsibility to maintain normal boundaries, even if it’s the son or daughter who makes some kind of initial gesture, said Debra Borys, psychologist in Los Angeles, California.

Realizing that they are not to blame for the incident or incidents is necessary for recovery, but it is also anxiety-provoking, forcing them to confront the sadness surrounding the incestuous relationship, Zucchetto said.

That sadness is where many of the girls I work with live. It is easier to blame themselves than a beloved father or brother, uncle or cousin. It is even more complex when the victim is male.

If you know a victim of incest or other form of sexual abuse, remind them that it wasn’t their fault.

If you are an abuser, please stop, own what you have done, and how what happened to you is causing you to hurt others. It may not have been your fault back then, too.

Got the Snow Day, Where’s the Snow? Cold? Clouds?

February 4, 2010 by kinziblogs

I got the call at 5:45am. “No school today. No snow, but streets are icy”.

Good, figured my 8am coffee appointment is not happening. I told the boys, who got up to train for the Dead 2 Red, and I went back to bed. Til 8am, bliss.

So at 8am, I see sunshine and wet roads. Friend calls, ‘are we still on?’

Shu blizzard?

But coffee  is possible and sounds fun.

Things That Make You Giggle

February 3, 2010 by kinziblogs

It is really fun to watch your kids grow up, discover their own unique bents and strengths. The challenge for the parent is finding ways to channel energies and create ways for them to go understand themselves, go deeper in discovering passion and develop talent.

* Little Kinz, or Angel Girl, has the gift of mercy. If anyone is sick, she is right there with comfort and help. Her dream is to open an animal shelter. Today in the car she said “Mommy, if Jesus came back today I would ask him a question”.  “Well treasure, what would that be? What would you ask Him?”  I asked her. “I would ask Him if He was warm enough, and cover His shoulders with a warm blanket and give Him hot chocolate”. I got that warm-fuzzy-mommy feeling, with a little God hug, over her sweet spirit.

* Spikekid, who has whined for years over the work of  keeping his Arabic fluent, and has whined more over his role as Big Brother and now little boy leader, has been offered a part-time job as a result of excellence in both. Hah. I was right, he admitted it, Mom scores, toz!

* History Buff has thrown himself headlong into a school project: writing and illustrating a ten page book about China that a 2nd grader could read and be interested in. His enthusiasm was so complete that he ate, breathed and spoke nothing of anything but China for a week, and his story is really cute: told as a wise grandfather sharing a proud heritage with his grandaughter. We all know everything there is to know about every epoch of Chinese History. Today they are creating the Great Wall of China in class. Cool.

*Project Boy’s favorite Christmas present was a box full of craft supplies: duct tape, colored tape, popsicle sticks, toothpicks, clay, foam sheets, paint, sharpee markers, etc. Every week he creates a new project. This week, it was

AMMAN MONOPOLY

He made a Monopoly game board out of an Indo Mie box, and instead of street names, each stop around the board had a store in Amman, here the were (in order of important, just like the real game):

MacDonalds

Buger King (yes, that’s how he spelled it, kinda Freudian, boys are fixated)

Kalha

7-11

Safeway

Cozmo

Frosties

Aramex

FedEx

UPS

AppleBees

Pizza Hut

Papa Johns

Michy Store

Toys-n-Toys

Hamleys (yes, Hamley’s was in the Park Place place)

The railroad lines were: Jones’ Trains, Amman Rail, Rainbow Rail, and Sipes Lines (the paint store, of all things)

He filled in the other spaces with Krogers, WalMart, Target, Ikea, Home Depot and Dollar General. He doesn’t really get it that most of those food places are American chains;  he sees it in Jordan, therefore they are Jordanian :) .

We played it last night, but he only allowed the players 83JD initial bank deposit and the rents were that much on the expensive stores and we only got 5JD passing GO. After bumping it to 183JD to start with and 50 to pass go, we could continue.

Fun. God has gifted us with four invaluable treasures, to hold for a time before turning them loose on an unsuspecting world.

Pray you all get kids as fun as mine.

MommaBean Has 50 New Favorites

February 2, 2010 by kinziblogs

http://a-tale-of-three-beans.blogspot.com/2010/02/maybe-late-but-overachiever-at-heart.html

These are special to me too, it’s like reading a history of shared Jordan-Luvin’ memories.

“green card through religion convert”

February 1, 2010 by kinziblogs

This google search from yesterday reminded me of a post I have been wanting to write, especially after an interesting conversation with a sweet new friend who is a convert to Islam. Was I trying to get her to return to her faith roots? Was she trying to make me a ‘revert’? No. We talked about methods both our adopted faiths use to promote what we believe in and gain new followers.

There has been a lot of outrage about subversive Evangelical Christians allegedly attempting to ‘convert’ poor Muslims of weak faith. I say that no one can ‘convert’ anyone to anything, but both faiths do have their ways of influencing those  may be interested.

I am going to spill the beans here a little, and let you in on a few in-house secrets.

I think it is a little sneaky that the ancient traditions of Christianity claim they don’t evangelize, blaming my wing of the faith as the sole perpetrator of  this ‘crime’ and letting us take ‘official heat’ alone. One such priest was open to talking about his faith, and some Muslims came to faith in Jesus Christ. He didn’t ‘convert’ any of them, they had all left Islam years ago in heart and practice. They all came to him for answers, and he merely answered their questions. He didn’t pursue them, he didn’t break the law, he didn’t proselytize according to its loosest definition.

He hasn’t gotten ‘caught’, (he isn’t in Jordan now anyway) mainly because the church at times practices extraction; getting such a person out of the country before problems arise. Know anyone who has suddenly gotten a job offer from Italy or Greece? There you are.

At my church, we are visited fairly regularly by curious Muslims. They are welcomed and their questions answered. But here is one questions that raises a red flag immediately:

“I want to become a Christian”

Perhaps conventional wisdom would influence a reader to think  the inquirer would immediately be given a copy of the four spiritual laws, a Bible and the place would be abuzz that ‘we got one!’.

Nope.

Instead, the inquirer would be asked ‘why?’

Often-times, the answer is “I want to be baptized”

Another red flag, contrary to what some may think, the church doesn’t keep brownie points over the number of annual baptisms. Again, he/she will be asked ‘why?’

For a large percentage of those who are asked, the answer is in the title of the post.  Somehow, people think that producing a certificate of baptism will get them automatic citizenship in a Western country. Wrong.

For another group, the question comes up “How much money do I get for converting to Christianity?”.

Zilch, pal

For a smaller group: “Are the girls here available for marriage if I get baptized?”

Not on your life, dude. In fact, be prepared to be single for life, as most Jordanian Christian families don’t believe that someone can truly be converted and don’t really want their grand-kids raised outside their faith as they will still be Muslims legally, even if one has chosen to follow another faith inwardly.

In fact, all the reasons NOT to convert will be listed, all the costs of alienation from family and society clearly given.

In contrast,

Now I know of an Arab Christian woman who was invited to a ladies gathering. Maybe it wasn’t intended this way, but for her it turned out to be a Muslim convert evangelistic meeting. Although the ladies were very pleasant, she was continually offered incentives to convert such as: a handsome husband, a job, cash gifts and clothes.  One generous woman even offered her the chance to become another wife of her own husband. The visitor, needless to say, did not come again.

I also know of a Christian woman whose husband became a Muslim in order to divorce her and marry a cute young thing provided by the local imam. She claimed he was paid to do so, and paid to grow a beard and dish-dash (I wouldn’t believe it hearing this from her alone, but  have heard similar stories often enough). Catholics need to own that their  position on divorce helps this kind of thing happen. If an Easter/Christmas Christian hits the mid-life crisis and decides he wants some younger action, it is pretty easy to hide it behind celebrated piety in a few faith without being accountable to his old faith…or family.

And all Islam gets is a Ramadan/Eid Al Adha Muslim who will probably trade the cute young thing in on a newer model later.

I wondered if these incentives/practices are then imputed on Christians?

Um, hello? How fair is that?

Could it be that what is not good for the goose is also not good for the gander?

How about keeping money and marriage out of the ‘convert deal’, period?

Just so you know, I will very very selective about comments. Be very very kind and respectful, please. :)

Proof That Atheists Can Be Overzealous Crazies Too

February 1, 2010 by kinziblogs

Sheesh. Boycotting Mother Theresa.

An atheist organization is blasting the U.S. Postal Service for its plan to honor Mother Teresa with a commemorative stamp, saying it violates postal regulations against honoring “individuals whose principal achievements are associated with religious undertakings.”

The Freedom from Religion Foundation is urging its supporters to boycott the stamp — and also to engage in a letter-writing campaign to spread the word about what it calls the “darker side” of Mother Teresa.

Oooo, the ‘darker side of Mother Theresa’, she had some doubts at times, guess she was a regular human after all. Funny how perfection is expected of religious people, but not applied to critics of religious people.

Glad my atheist friends are just normal crazy like me. ;)

Momma Bean’s Fab 50

February 1, 2010 by kinziblogs

Shameless plug for my sweet pal, you WILL smile over her list of favorite Jordanian things:

http://a-tale-of-three-beans.blogspot.com/2010/01/bowing-to-peer-pressure-real-top-50.html

My Favorite Film (For Today)

January 31, 2010 by kinziblogs

Oh my, when half the fam was away camping this weekend (the half that eats a lot), I did some decidedly un-Kinzi things.

* I read a Christian fiction romance novel cover to cover -  in my pajamas – on the couch! (ok, truth be told #9 in a series of 10, but the last eight took months to get through due to normal life)

* I did not eat chocolate

* I rented a rom-com since Mr. Action/Thriller/Drama/WWII fan was away. The guy at Orange DVD is very kind, he knows I don’t like dark/goth/emo (other than Twilight :D ), don’t go beyond PG-13, and several other cumbersome limitations. He recommended:

P.S. I Love You

I loved it. It validated marriage and commitment in spite of our gender-specific weirdnesses.

I laughed. The characters cracked me up.

Irish countryside. Aahhhhhhh….

I cried. Maybe because I had to walk through the worst-case-scenario through cancer, or have had friends who really did.

But the ultimate thumbs up came when The Hub watched it with me, and enjoyed it too. :)

(HEY…someone please come over and take away this delicious Zalatimo baklawa guests brought today. It is calling my name from the kitchen and I cannot resist)