A Lifetime of Work

We saw the exhibit of Mildred Howard’s work at the Oakland Museum of California last week. Called “Poetics of Memory,” it was a wonderful collection of the work of a Bay Area artist — now 80 — who has done everything from making large outdoor installations to creating pictures using copies made on a color Xerox machine as a starting point.

The exhibit even included an elaborate sort of slide show of snapshots she took as a young teenager on a family trip from the Bay Area to Galveston, and some of her work was built on the knowledge she gained from her parents work selling antiques, so it not only incorporated most of the decades of her life thus far, but also her history.

Some pieces directly address racism – three mummified statues of men who were noted in American history (including Francis Scott Key) and also known enslavers made a strong statement. Other pieces implied it, while still others invoked other parts of her life.

She’s well-known in the Bay Area and has shown in galleries and exhibitions around the world, and her work is both highly creative and thought-provoking. Howard has spent her life as an artist and given the world an impressive body of creative work.

It got me to thinking of how wonderful it is to spend one’s life creating art and to have a body of powerful work to show for it. To me that’s so much better than getting rich. Continue reading “A Lifetime of Work”

Roe, Russ, and The Baby on the Fire Escape

I have never been pregnant. I have no children. I do not regret either of these things, but both of them are things that could have happened.

They didn’t happen because I came of age not only when birth control pills were available, but also at the time when it became easier for single women to get prescriptions for the pill or other forms of contraception.

Since I’ve never been pregnant, I’ve never had an abortion. However, I know that I would not have hesitated to have an abortion if I had become pregnant at many times in my life.

I can imagine more possible regrets to having a child than I can to having an abortion. Is that shocking? Perhaps it is. But I have watched the struggle of single mothers.

On the basic biological level, the purpose of our existence may well be to reproduce, but despite the many failures of human beings, I do think our current purpose is far beyond the biological. People have dreams and goals, things they want to accomplish in their short period of time on Earth. I object to people sacrificing what matters to them for their children or their partner or their parents or even the good of the world.

I was in law school when Roe v. Wade made abortion legal in the United States. It was certainly something to celebrate.

I think the biggest mistake we made back then was to be queasy about supporting abortion. These days we say it is health care, but in the past all too often people said it should be “rare.”

We tiptoed around it. We should have claimed abortion a long time ago.

No one should be forced to carry a pregnancy to term. Period. (No one should be forced to end one, either, but that’s part of the point.)

That brings me to two books. Continue reading Roe, Russ, and The Baby on the Fire Escape