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a mime is a terrible thing to waste.

Mimetalker

Mimetalker
Location
Illinois, USA
Birthday
January 26
Bio
On this blog: All words (other than identified quotations) © Sharon Nesbit-Davis, All rights reserved. *********************************** I am a blog writer at three sites: Rockford Register Star: Arts4All, The Red Tent: The Movie, & Make Peace/Build Community (Sponsored by the Baha'is of the U.S.) ********************************** You can find me on Facebook: Sharon Nesbit-Daivs, or "The Mime Writes" Logo Design by Dianaani ********************************** I work as the Education & Community Engagement Director of a Regional Arts Council which means I beg "the deciders" to fund and support the arts for everyone, not just the rich. *********************************** I am also a mime. For those that hate mimes, I understand. But you'll never find me annoying people on the street, unless I'm living there. I'm a "concert mime" ...which means you have to buy a ticket. *********************************** I've been married to my one and only since 1976. Still happy. Still in love. Two kids, six grandkids. In college I became a Baha'i (a world religion whose main theme is unity). It keeps me relatively sane in a world gone mad.

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I knew my father wasn’t perfect. I got spanked when I didn’t deserve it and reprieved when I did. He was mild mannered with a temper that terrified. The eruptions were rare but when they happened it was ugly and he looked mean. Jesus would not have done that. So IRead full post »

JUNE 1, 2014 12:04PM

Writers & Families

 

One day in her kitchen, snapping peas and slicing potatoes, I told my story and she whispered hers, and never talked about it again.

 

It was long before she became my mother-in-law and when she didn't believe that could happen.  She shared her secret with a stranger who becameRead full post »

MAY 28, 2014 1:03PM

Maya

I never met her but we've traveled together in dreams.

It feels that way.

So much that I know if we had ever met, we'd giggle.

When people ask that old-party-game-get-to-know-you question:

"Among all the people who have ever lived, who would you invite to dinner?"

My first guest… Read full post »

JANUARY 4, 2014 8:08AM

My Never-Will-Do List

I don't have a bucket list. I couldn't decide how long it should be. If it was too short, I might get done too soon and that would be awkward. If it was too long, I'd feel disgruntled that I ran out of time. That's not how I want to die. … Read full post »

DECEMBER 21, 2013 1:05PM

Hoarding Empathy

Last night I wasn’t tired when I should have been because there was an ice storm and I came home early from work and instead of doing all the things that need to be done, I slept for three hours.

 

So at midnight I soaked in a lavender bath,Read full post »

NOVEMBER 21, 2013 11:10PM

November Remorse

 

 

November 22, 1963

 

 

 

We are back from lunch and recess, still sweaty and unsettled. Mr. Terrell, the principal, walks in. Someone is in trouble. He never shows up unless someone did something. I'm pretty sure it wasn't me. 

 

We sit down as he whispers toRead full post »

OCTOBER 30, 2013 10:26PM

Mom, An Intuitive Healer, & OS

My mother and I had a failure to communicate. That was the perfect line in the movie “Cool Hand Luke”. It became the punch line for late night comics, and teachers trying to be hip. It was a sad, funny line and everyone who used it had their own story. ForRead full post »

OCTOBER 27, 2013 7:59PM

Missing...

 

The mother of the missing girl says there are no words to describe this pain. When there are no words for something, it’s hard to dismiss. It demands acknowledgement. So while working on a book project, I am taking a break to write this. 

 

 

 

Signs for theRead full post »

SEPTEMBER 22, 2013 8:48PM

The Colored Lady

This is an excerpt from the memoir I am writing...

1960

 

I am wearing the chicken costume my mother made. Two brothers, and a cousin wore it, and now it’s my turn.  The beak is bent. The crepe paper feathers are wrinkled and brown around the edges. My mother replacedRead full post »

AUGUST 29, 2013 11:42PM

About Color...

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"Why do flies always buzz  around me?"

I thought this might be a new joke.

She pouted, and asked, "Do they think I'm poop?"

This is my granddaughter's question on the fiftieth anniversary of the March on Washington. I was eleven when that happened, and watched it on our… Read full post »

from my old one, 

 

I bring my Chicago guy

 

born,  raised and fled.

 

he

and I

 

collided,

slid together

and stuck.

 

so he’ll come with me

because 

he is in every dream

real

or created. 

 

the two

of us 

follow

the Songbird 

 … Read full post »

When the verdict for George Zimmerman came in, my husband was assisting at a conference for youth who want to positively impact the world through encouraging each other and those younger than themselves. They are aspiring to put good thoughts into action. Lofty goals, but that is the nature of the… Read full post »

My summer intern is smart. She listens, observes, and finds creative solutions to problems. She makes me appreciate my job and see it with fresh eyes. I work for a small not-for-profit arts organization. Most projects I work on alone, so there is no one to challenge, or encourage me. IRead full post »

JUNE 16, 2013 9:54AM

My Daddy's Names

I called him "Daddy" when he taught me to ride a bike, and baited my fishing hook because I heard the worm scream, and whisker-scratched me good night. I still called him Daddy when he talked about his college track days and set up the high jump in the yard. I have my mother'Read full post »

This is a memoir (draft) piece for the book I'm working on...  

 

 

1957

 

I am waiting for my neighbor to come out and play. Linda yells out her window they have company, but there aren’t any cars in front of her house, so she might be lyingRead full post »

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My four year old granddaughter has been asking since January if I would take her to the circus. Every time she asked, (often) I explained we have to wait until the circus comes to town. Watching televsion versions did nothing for her. She wanted to ride the elephant,… Read full post »
MAY 26, 2013 11:56AM

Artsy Fartsies: husband, son, & me

 Today my husband is singing in a Choir Festival at the Baha'i House of Worship in Chicago. Two hundred people from all over the country came, including my brother and his wife. They practiced for three days and they will amaze everyone, especially those who heard the first practice. 

MAY 24, 2013 12:09AM

A Shroud, Rose Water, & Love

Before I left work, I exchanged my pants for a skirt. There is no dress code for preparing a body for Baha’i burial, but for Esther, we decided to follow the Native American tradition of women wearing dresses in sacred ceremonies.There are instructions for the shroud: Cotton or silk. We choseRead full post »

MAY 21, 2013 2:13PM

Death Realized

I’ve known things died since I stomped on a bee when I was three. I’ve buried dogs, cats, parakeets, rabbits, and bats. I’ve gone to the funerals of grandparents, my parents, my father-in-law, uncles, aunts, a nephew, a niece, and friends of all ages. I know about death.

 

But

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I was on the committee to plan the "Searching for Racial Justice"* art exhibit, and to be honest, an exhibit on lynchings wasn't what any of us had in mind. I imagined paintings of unshackled hands, or colors swirled across a canvas. Or maybe black and white photos of faces,Read full post »

MAY 1, 2013 5:30PM

Tag-Team Writers

Today was an unexpected vacation day. A pipe burst at our office yesterday, there was a mini flood, and they shut off the water. We made it through the day while the repair men planned and prepared their attack. Today it will be too loud  to hear or think. They promiseRead full post »

APRIL 25, 2013 5:26PM

Fighting for Joy

I overheard a woman in the health food store tell her friend she hoped someday "joy" would become her "default" emotion. I lingered in the muscle enhancement section, which seemed out of place in a store dedicated to a natural life style. I wanted to hearRead full post »

APRIL 15, 2013 10:18AM

Beauty Confessional

 

“You are beautiful to me. You always have been, you always will be.” 

My husband told me this last Thursday. He doesn’t remember telling me forty years ago he was glad that I wasn’t beautiful. I didn’t know how to react when he said it. He didn’t

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The "Searching for Racial Justice" Art Exhibit is disturbing. During non-exhibit hours, the paintings by Suellyn Woodall are draped with black cloth. My ten year old grandson chose not to go because the paintings portray lynchings. His younger brother, chided him. “But it’s your history,Read full post »

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My family did not go to church on Easter Sunday. It was too crowded and my father's parking spot would not be honored by those who didn't know it was his. He might not get his pew either (second row from the back) and he did not want to to to the "Meet &Read full post »