Turn on your heart light, turn off the gas light: POTUS 45 and coercive control. Breaking up is the most dangerous time (trigger warning domestic abuse, sexual assault)

This has certainly been a sobering and scary week. Normally I don’t post about politics. I avoid it because I see value in everyone’s opinions most of the time. The problem is, what is happening now isn’t “normal.” I don’t even feel it is particularly partisan anymore and I will detail the reasons below. Take it or leave it, cause here we go.

This week has caused me to contemplate some aspects of the Trump presidency that I engaged with in 2017 and then sort of set aside during the marathon struggle to survive this whole thing. I am enclosing my 2017 essay (once contemplated as an op ed) as a sort of “blast from the past” about the antics of this guy just within his first year of office. It’s imperfect. Maybe even a tad hyperbolic. I gave up on publishing it previously for those reasons. Yet, as I look at this dangerous time we are navigating now, I do think it’s worth a bit of review. Forgive the imperfections and feel free to use them as a springboard to create something better.

In 2017 I was making a case that as rare and powerful as a US President is, DJ Trump is at his core a plain and simple “batterer.” I know, you’re thinking a president couldn’t be. Yet people with these tendencies are often very smart and successful. The myth of the knuckle-dragging cave guy doesn’t serve us here. Nor do excuses about his sanity, intelligence, age, or anything similar. He got to the highest echelons of power by being very, very competent at the tactics he likes to use.

Batterer is shorthand for someone that uses coercive control up to and including physical assault. It is not all about physicality, however. Economic control can be battery. Psychological abuse and put-downs can be battery. Battery is like a jackhammer on someone else’s soul. Violent. Exhausting. Unrelenting.

Hang in there for my thought experiment and see what you think. Like typical batterers, Trump has included as many others of his type within his close circle of enablers. While the victims of batterers are often painted as “enablers” and “codependent,” I would argue that the true enablers are the crew these folks pack around them in an echo-chamber that reinforces their sense of entitlement. It also includes the bystanders who often unintentionally let a batterer pass day by day. Coworkers, family, friends, police, judges, ministers (Attorneys General, Chiefs of Staff)…basically all of us whenever we drop our guards and fall prey to the batterer’s enchantments. Anyhow, I go into the whole kitchen sink of why I formed this opinion of Trump. Yet, I am blogging it now for a different and rather dire reason.

Police with guns drawn watch as protesters try to break into the House Chamber at the U.S. Capitol on Wednesday, Jan. 6, 2021, in Washington. (AP Photo/J. Scott Applewhite)

Now that we have legally elected a new President and Trump is being shown the door, we are well within the hurt locker of the most dangerous time victims of coercive control face. This is the time when we leave them. Show them the door. Get our protective orders, family matters, security systems. When we set limits with them that they just don’t like. About 75% of domestic violence murders occur when victims try to leave. Right now, we are leaving President 45. He and his crew of enablers seem to be ready to do just about anything up to and including murdering capitol police to put us back in our places. As police know, showing up at a DV assault is one of their most dangerous calls.

Though the batterer analogy holds true for many aspects of despotism, it doesn’t travel all the way. It takes a bit more sociological (maybe anthropological) analysis to figure out how “leaders of men” can weaponize other people toward their own coercive-controlling goals. Yet it seems pretty clear that Trump and some of his powerful political colleagues have been able to do just that.

These rioters showed up at the congress carrying pipe bombs, assault rifles and zip ties under their MAGA swag. It doesn’t surprise me that the individual batterer Donald J Trump tried to break back into a house he’d just been asked to leave. What’s very worrying is that, as President, he is able to harness despotism and send in swarms of batterers of every flavor. Some are there just to spit, call names and yell. Some are there to break some shit and try to destroy or steal items of sentimental or fiduciary value. Some are there to assault. Some are there to kill.

Let’s be super clear. This wasn’t about flag waving and rhetoric. It wasn’t even about Republicans versus Democrats, though that was happening too. These seditionist thugs built a gallows on the capitol grounds, chanting “Hang Pence!” They were threatening to hang Republican VP Pence and who knows who else, if they could get hands on them. Functioning pipe bombs, assault rifles, and batches of homemade napalm were recovered on their persons and in their vehicles. Active bombs were planted at the DNC and RNC headquarters with equal malice.

These seditionists wanted to end both political parties and simply party with Trump. Heaven only knows how many would be dead if the capital police hadn’t at least slowed them down. One paid with his life and many more cops were badly beaten with crude weapons like metal pipes. Horrible, right? Yet even after this, the offenders were allowed to leave the crime scene unhindered.

Here, the discomfort our culture has with holding batterers accountable rebounds upon all of us. When robed clergy and disabled protesters were zip-tied, often carried out of that same capitol building for peaceful protests during the Trump era, these guys were escorted from the building with no apparent effort made to so much as glance at or document their IDs. What do they learn from this? Keep going. It didn’t help that Trump released a statement telling them, “We love you. You’re very special,” before all the rioters were even cleared from capitol grounds and the congress members liberated. Before the injured were even fully treated. Perhaps even before capitol cop Brian D. Sicknick was even carried forth to later die of his wounds, allegedly from being beaten with a fire extinguisher. Those who were interviewed by brave reporters near the riot expressed clear intent to do just that. Keep going. “This is only the beginning,” some proudly declared.

This CNN footage (and apparently also Bubba) shows a capitol cop posing for numerous selfies with the seditionists who just broke through barriers, smashed windows and doors, and chased one of his colleagues up several flights of stairs to the chambers of the congress where Secret Service were frantically trying to evacuate politicians including VP Pence and House Speaker Pelosi, the two next in command should the President himself be incapacitated. While I grant this may be a de-escalation technique, it is a stark contrast to tactics used against other types of citizen actions in which NO violence was ever hinted at or actually used.

“Go cool off, buddy.” How many more may pay since these offenders were allowed to leave the scene without even being documented…perhaps free to wander back onto the grounds during an event like the upcoming inauguration? With batterers and bystanders, our mercies and forbearances towards them always have unintended consequences for ourselves and/or others.

As I elaborate below, taking away the entitlement of very entitled people makes them feel like they are being attacked. Like a cornered animal they go on offense under the true assumption that it’s defense. As some of the most dangerous batterers say, Trump and his red hats are clearly telegraphing that, “If I can’t have you American Democracy, no one will.”

Oh, look. The capitol police found their zip ties when it came to subduing and arresting disabled protesters holding a peaceful sit-in about Republicans destroying the Affordable Care Act within these same capitol hallways. Photo by Kevin Dietsch/UPI
In some cases during that ACA sit-in, police helped protesters back into their wheelchairs before forcibly removing them, but others weren’t treated so kindly….
 (Jacquelyn Martin/AP)
…While rioters with MAGA and Trump swag on are helped gently down the stairs to leave, undocumented and un-detained, AFTER all the violence has just taken place. CNN footage.

As I reviewed this old essay and contemplated posting it, I saw this list of Trump’s offenses against our country and us and was somewhat shocked by how much I had already forgotten. Like survivors of battering abuse, we all may lose sight of the forest for the trees. Just surviving has been hard enough. All the minutia of daily oppression and cruelty just fades away into absence. It’s like reading a four year old protective order and thinking, “Shit. I forgot it was that bad.”

It’s that bad.

And, as we pick our way through the very lethal period of attempting to leave him…to place hard boundaries and real accountability onto a creature used to total entitlement, we have to heighten our survival skills. His acts of violence cannot be brushed off or colluded with. They will get worse. His tactics of abuse must be mitigated by the largest coalition of allies that is possible. Coercive control even against one individual victim is complex and difficult to end.

I am not quite sure how we as a country and even as a globe get ourselves out of this. Batterers are smart and adaptive in equal measure to their greed for power. Worse still is the particular factor of despotism in this case. As one Trump seditionist said to the press, “We’ll be back.”

I doubt that removing him from office will be sufficient at this point. Certainly, doing nothing and making this an argument about partisanship will be worse than doing nothing. In my opinion if we were to apply the lessons of the “normal” individual batterer, they should employ the 25th ammendment and/or impeach immediately. Yesterday. It doesn’t matter how well it works. The point is send the message that our society views his behavior as unacceptable. We’re already way behind the eight ball on this as politicians obfuscate and rioters celebrate their victories. I mean, really, people?! Just banning him from twitter ain’t gonna do it.

Leaning on the experience of domestic abuse survivors, however, I would suggest the following: Look for and lean on allies. Survivors can never be left alone to deal with abuse alone. That’s what batterers are counting on. We need coalition-building, truth-telling, and accountability at least attempted through every tool we have at our disposal. Most definitely including laws written especially for the purpose.

Communicate cautiously. Keep your head on the swivel. Brainstorm safety measures one day at a time, in the face of the offender’s equally-evolving tactics. Resist the urge to try and fix/help/excuse him/them. Even when people you respect tell you to try it. Not right now. Too dangerous. Accountability is not divisive. It’s critical. This is the time for accountability and setting limits. Not as one person. As a collective. Give him/them an inch and he/they will take the nation.

Whew! I think I’m out of steam. Just in case you don’t make it through my essay, I will add a bit of encouragement at this point. Those of us who work closely with survivors know the power and strength of resiliency. There is hope there. Especially when we all band together to do what is good instead of what is evil.

There are tools for our future. There are truth and reconciliation processes (especially important for the racism, nationalism and heterosexism aspects of this crisis), peaceful communication models, and innumerable religious resources from a diverse community of good people who are ready, willing, and able to help one another get through this. As Episcopal Bishop Rev. Michael Curry has said, “Love your neighbor,” and “we the people can perfect this union.” Or, as Republican Nebraska Senator Ben Sasse suggests, go out and shovel your neighbor’s driveway. As he said from the Senate floor immediately after the riot, “America can’t do big things if we hate our neighbors.” We can work to mend divisions even as we assure safety and accountability. They are tandem processes, and any false-choice rhetoric is, I would argue, “enabling” of batterers and also nakedly disingenuous.

As a preacher’s kid and an M.Div. myself, I feel I have to drop a little biblical encouragement. Feel free to replace it with something similar that appeals to you, of course, but this is one of my faves and I hope it helps some of you. Philippians Chapter 4 (NRSV):

Rejoice in the Lord always; again I will say, Rejoice. Let your gentleness be known to everyone. The Lord is near. Do not worry about anything, but in everything by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made known to God. And the peace of God, which surpasses all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.

Finally, beloved, whatever is true, whatever is honorable, whatever is just, whatever is pure, whatever is pleasing, whatever is commendable, if there is any excellence and if there is anything worthy of praise, think about these things. Keep on doing the things that you have learned and received and heard and seen in me, and the God of peace will be with you.

What follows is my 2017 essay. As you look at what Trump accomplished in just the first year in office, it’s truly a wonder we’ve all lasted this long. Especially those who are more targeted by his enablers and himself due to race, religion, income, gender, sexuality, and innumerable other factors. As we enter this very dangerous period dealing with our coercive controller, let’s pay very close attention, follow our intuition, point out as well as lean upon one another’s strengths, and stick together.

John Minchillo | Credit: AP

Controller in Chief (2017)

I have worked at a domestic violence prevention program for several years. In that time, I have heard a lot of experiences. I have shed a few tears, made a lot of plans, and done a lot of analysis on this form of abuse.

Ever since the election of Donald J. Trump and his band of proxies, whom I think of as “Trumpets,” I’ve watched in horror as the United States has turned into what basically amounts to one big, abusive household.

Think about it. We know when our abuser is in bed, eating fast food and watching TV. We monitor his social media and whatever news sources we trust to gauge his moods. We whisper and cringe when he threatens brute force like mass deportations, government shut-downs, or nuclear war.

Trump and some of the Trumpets do have actual allegations of domestic abuse and sexual assault in their pasts. Yet, we don’t need to drag individual women through a debate on their claims. All we need to do is analyze how the administration uses controlling abuse tactics on all of us.

The Controller in Chief gets what he wants because he wants to be the center of our world, and he is. Love him or loathe him, we obsess over him. We must, to feel safe. We read him. We please him. We try in vain to get ahead of him. Still, we aren’t safe. We cannot control him. He’s the Controller in Chief.

Like all good abusers, ours is especially skilled at playing favorites. Those in his good graces scramble to stay there—all too happy to throw some unfortunate rival under the bus. Our squabbling makes us even easier to control. We’re doing his work for him while he pounds milkshakes and concocts fake news awards.

The Controller in Chief can deftly shed accountability. He is called hapless, incompetent, mentally ill, senile and childish in turns as we all tie ourselves in knots, trying to understand what’s wrong and how on earth we can stop it.

As much as I hate to admit it, I have come to believe that Donald J. Trump rose to his powerful position through extreme competence. He is the reigning champ at leveraging interpersonal control.  

This stuff isn’t just about women, but women happen to know a lot about it. Violence against women, like battery and sexual assault, isn’t a “women’s issue.” When I do community education about this type of control (we tend to call it coercive control), I tell folks that the “male privilege” component only applies if it applies. Men are definitely victims, of women and very often of other men. Yet, in the case of Donald Trump, male privilege definitely applies. It appears to be at least in the top three of his favorite types of oppression and predation. Therefore, for the purposes of this essay, I am going to discuss his sexism in the context of domestic violence that is perpetrated male over female. It definitely isn’t the only type of coercive controlling violence the Trumpets employ.

Even violence against an individual woman is more than “violence against women.” The abuse affects her kids, her family, her coworkers, etc. And, yes, violence against women goes beyond gender. It clearly hurts both males and females by robbing the culture of contributions by women and girls. It also robs men and boys of healthy, nurturing relationships or full self-expression. Additionally, sexism is inherently connected to homophobia and transphobia. When it’s only okay to be one gender, then no one can express another identity without oppression and risk.

The silencing, harming or killing of women robs our whole culture of the wisdom they might have shared. We could certainly use some experienced advice about dealing with our Controller in Chief.

Hopefully, with the surge of movements like #MeToo, we will get more of this benefit. In the meantime, I feel compelled as a woman, a survivor, and a professional advocate to share what I’ve learned. I’ll approach this by doing what advocates often do when we first begin talking to an abused woman. We go over some common tactics of interpersonal, coercive control. This is our way of showing individual women that they aren’t alone.

Though abusive partners are all individuals, they behave in some common ways. They believe due to cultural messages and personal experience that controlling tactics of domination are the best way to gain power.

Power is what makes them feel safe. They feel entitled to it. They feel victimized if someone hinders them in seeking it. Understanding and unpacking this helps us to figure out how we can respond. I’m thinking our country can use a little of this analysis right now.

I define these tactics as advocates usually do. Below that, I add some examples we have experienced in the past year living with our Controller in Chief. I include both his own acts and those of his proxies. Thanks to him, they are national and even geopolitical to an extent that, though inherent in a patriarchy, may be unprecedented.

Harass and Threaten: Not taking “no” for an answer. Using manipulation, nagging, threatening behaviors to achieve compliance from others. Using privilege (age, race, gender, income, etc.) to force compliance.

  • Threats to heap “fire and fury” (bombs, including nuclear ones) on nations.
  • Threats to remove funding for individuals, communities, or nations that are crucial for basic survival essentials like food, water, electricity, medical care (Sanctuary cities, Palestine, etc.).
  • Threatening to sue women who allege sexual harassment or assault.
  • Threatening to deport people.
  • Threats to sue reporters and authors.
  • Threats to fire people.
  • Threats to lock people up.
  • Demands for what amounts to a “loyalty pledge.”
  • Innumerable acts to harass the Q+ (LGBT) community, including to ban transgender service people from the military.

Intimidation: Very similar to the concepts of coercion and threat, intimidation tends to add some element of physicality. The abuser uses body language, proximity, etc. to enhance the believability of threats. Intimidation may include breaking objects, stalking, abusing pets, moving as if to strike out and then not doing it, etc.

  • Using body language, physical proximity, looks/acts/gestures to intimidate opponents at a meeting or debate.
  • Making and/or distributing videos showing violent assaults (real or staged) at a wrestling match or on the street.
  • Offering to pay the legal fees for followers who might assault a dissenter or the press at a rally.
  • Inciting proxies to the use of intimidation (like standing in front of polling stations to intimidate voters who are suspected of supporting opponents).

Emotional abuse: Name calling, outing, gossiping, and other behaviors designed to break down the self-esteem of a victim. By destroying self-esteem, an abuser seeks to destroy the sense in a victim that s/he has a right or a reason to resist. Emotional abuse can also enhance isolation when victims are embarrassed to reach out, or community members believe the gossip and shun them. Emotional abuse might include:

  • Calling names at people who challenge them, such as Crooked Hillary, Little Marco, Lyin’ Ted, Empty Barrel, Pocahontas, Little Rocket Man, Nervous Nancy, Sleepy Jo, and on and on.
  • Insinuating that a woman opponent is menstruating or otherwise “bleeding,” and that women’s blood or bodily functions are in and of themselves a source of shame.
  • Insulting the appearance of sexual assault victims, suggesting individuals not be victims because they are allegedly undesirable.
  • Calling someone’s home or community a “shithole.”
  • Calling all members of an ethnic group “lazy,” “terrorists,” or “rapists.”
  • Alleging unprovable crimes or scandals against an opponent to malign their reputation (President Obama wasn’t a US citizen, President Obama illegally wiretapped his opponent, Hillary Clinton exposed state secrets, broke campaign donation rules, etc.).
  • Saying that prisoners of war and military service people killed in action are “losers.”

Isolation: Restricting access to resources and relationships. People are easier to control when they are kept isolated. This can mean physical isolation, like being locked in a room or being kept in a remote area with no access to transportation or a phone. It is hard to push back against the control tactics of an abuser without any help. Lack of feedback from allies can also leave victims of abuse doubting their own thoughts or their own take on reality in the face of an abuser’s constant lying and denying. Abusers want to be the only voice in their victim’s head. In other words, they want to control the narrative. Isolation might be:

  • Cutting people off from basic needs after a catastrophic storm (especially when they live on an island).
  • Manipulating or censoring media to limit communication and distort information.
  • Building walls.
  • Banning entry to the country of certain people based on race or religion, even if they’ve been living here and had only been traveling abroad.
  • Ignoring or disabling infrastructure (roads, bridges, mass transportation).

Minimizing, denying and blaming: “Why don’t you have a sense of humor?” “It didn’t happen that way.” “You’re the one who started it!”

These are core tools that controlling people use to avoid accountability. Theoretically, the abusive person doesn’t need to change because nothing is their fault. Through these skills, they can cultivate their persona of helplessness and haplessness. This is often confused with childishness. When the most in control, they seem “out of control.” Their victims often feel the need to caretake them.

With Trump and the Trumpets, this tactic might include their skill at deflecting attention from their abuse tactics at key moments. It includes lying. Abused women sometimes call this tactical lying a “crazy-making” behavior. The lies can be about such finite and ridiculous things, their victims and concerned bystanders are left scratching their heads. What could the motivation be? The answer is—control. This type of lying is a powerful control tactic. It is an act of domination. The abuser is saying that it doesn’t matter how big or how small the issue is—what he says goes. He literally gets to define reality, like a god. It doesn’t matter what reality is. We all have to wait and listen for his take on it before we can make our plans and proceed. Yet again, the controller, through the use of lying, becomes the thermostat in the room.

The term “gas lighting” comes from this type of coercive control. It stems from a Victorian era play that became an Academy Award nominated film by the same name. In the story, a homicidal gold-digger marries a rich heiress, then slowly seeks to drive her crazy so he’ll have an easy story for her sudden tragic death whenever he finally finds the treasure he thinks she’s got hidden somewhere. In the story, messing with the (gas) lights in their Victorian home and then telling her he didn’t touch them is one of his many creepy tactics. Hence, the name. Nothing is too small or insignificant when you are trying to deny your victim’s reality. In fact, the devil is literally in those details.

MGM Films 1944

Minimizing, denying and blaming could also be called deflecting, obfuscating and misdirecting. Personally, I’m not buying that he’s a “very stable genius.” But, if our Controller in Chief has a superpower, skill with these tactics might be it. 

Due to their complexity, I felt the need to break the categories up:

Minimizing: Making light of abusive acts. For instance:

  • Lying in over 2000 documented cases as of January 2018 about matters large and small.
  • Saying that sanctions against Russia aren’t necessary.
  • Saying that legislative protections of the Special Prosecutor are also unnecessary.
  • Saying Russian interference is overblown or may not have happened at all and could instead have been perpetrated by “some 400-pound guy in a bed.”
  • Saying women who accuse them of sexual assault or harassment are liars and probably only out for a payday.
  • Saying the storm Maria in Puerto Rico was nothing compared to Katrina in Louisiana.
  • Calling the members of racist, sexist hate groups “very fine people” and saying their acts of violence are the fault of “both sides/many sides.”
  • Update: suggesting that to hold Trump in any way accountable for the actions of his followers who attacked the capitol January 2021 would be needlessly unforgiving and divisive.

Denying: Saying something didn’t happen at all. For instance:

  • I repeat—lying in over 2000 documented cases as of January 2018 about matters large and small.
  • Calling any journalism that doesn’t serve their purposes “fake.”
  • Calling the content of the “Billy Bush” tape mere “locker room talk” (a minimization), but later claiming this documentation was faked (a denial).
  • Denying statements made both on and off camera, such as calling other countries “shitholes” or expressing a repetitive pattern of kissing women without permission.

Blaming: Shifting responsibility for controlling/abusive acts. For instance:

  • Saying the previous administration caused any problem that is being manifested now (immigration issues, environmental concerns, infrastructure decay, unemployment, etc.).
  • Issuing vague memos full of innuendo meant to attack the integrity of federal investigators.
  • Saying that opponents (Democrats) cause shutdowns, refuse to pay the military, refuse to act on DACA or CHIP, etc.
  • Calling investigations into his/their own possible criminal acts (like money laundering and obstruction of justice) “Witch Hunts.”
  • Saying (African) American soldiers killed in the line of duty “knew what they were getting into.”
  • Saying he/they lost the popular election due to illegal voting (mostly by immigrants). (remember, this was 2017 and being said about the 2016 election!)

Using children: The use of children in the Power and Control Wheel specifically refers to the use of vulnerable members of the family as pawns or, I might say, “hostages.”  It typically includes threats to harm children, threats to take sole custody of children, or perpetrating direct abuse of children.

Despite this traditional emphasis on custody and parenting, this tactic can still play out in culture wars and in politics by:

  • Withholding funds for the Children’s Health Insurance Program (CHIP).
  • Withholding legal protections for those formerly covered by the Deferred Action for Childhood Arrivals (DACA).
  • Using women’s reproductive rights and as a wedge issue in other pieces of legislation, and as a “dog whistle” to rally sexist Trumpets into their base of support.
  • Update since this was written: Separating refugee children from their parents at the US Border and interning them and/or moving the children into undisclosed placements all over the US (never even seeking to reunify in over 600 cases as of 2020).
  • Additionally, sterilizing women in these US internment camps without their understanding or consent.
  • Deporting US immigrant parents while leaving their US born children behind.

Using male privilege: This isn’t simply about a case where the abuser can say, “I’m a man and you’re a woman.” Use of male privilege can be subtler since we all live in what remains a cultural patriarchy. Yet, in the Trump administration, numerous examples of the good ole’ boy form of sexism abound, including:

  • Calling women who run for office “nasty.”
  • Shaming women for bodily processes such as menstruation.
  • calling women out individually based on age, intelligence or appearance to intimidate them into silence/compliance.
  • Grabbing, kissing, restraining, assaulting, verbally humiliating women and saying that, “when you’re a celebrity they just let you do it.” 
  • Calling out these women in national media if they resist, threatening to sue them, etc.
  • Cultivating the culture of male privilege by attacking women’s reproductive autonomy.
  • Creating a dangerous cultural environment for girls and women by encouraging and protecting other sexual harassers and predators.
  • Exploiting the voices of women and girls who feel convinced or compelled to support patriarchy.
  • Saying that men who sexually abuse underage girls “just like them (female sex objects) pure.”
  • Engaging in the trafficking of girls and women for sex (see J Epstein).

Economic abuse: Controlling someone’s decisions and actions by blocking their access to money and other similar resources. Economic abuse typically includes controlling the victim’s ability to pay for housing, food, medicine, transportation, etc. If the victim wants access to these resources, s/he  must comply with the abuser’s wishes. Tactics include:

  • Threats to remove funding for safety-enhancing programs such as police equipment, traffic lights, etc. in sanctuary cities.
  • Enacting a tax bill that shifts wealth from poor to rich.
  • Removing health benefits.
  • Eroding or de-funding “safety net” entities like rural hospitals, substance abuse, sexual/domestic violence programs, TANF, homeless shelters, immigrant resettlement programs, etc.
  • Removing consumer protections to serve the interests of banks and other corporations.
  • Firing individuals for not taking a “loyalty pledge,” sometimes days before they qualify for retirement benefits.

Assault: This could include hitting, pushing, restraining, biting, scratching, burning, sexually assaulting, attacks with weapons. Physical and sexual assault often occur when the other roster of tactics are no longer as effective. Remember that these more easily criminalized, less socially-accepted behaviors hold more risk for the abuser. Most, therefore, know that these tactics should be used sparingly. Actual assaults might be comparable to punctuation marks over the course of a running relationship story. They tend to be used only when they are needed to make it clear to victims that the other tactics should be obeyed. They include:

  • Attacking opponents or encouraging proxies to do so (update: as in the case of the capitol invasion of 2021).
  • Physical assault, sexual assault, murder (like mowing down counter-protesters at demonstrations).
  • Deploying unidentified federal “troops” in unmarked cars to arrest, interrogate, sometimes assault citizens engaged in permitted protests.
  • Update: Tear-gassing peaceful demonstrators in order to dangle a Bible upside down near a church recently vandalized, allegedly by his own proxies.
  • Missile strikes.
  • Military or police action (such as urging police, “Please don’t be too nice” when making arrests).
  • Grabbing women by the genitals.
  • Pinning women against walls and kissing them without consent.
  • Groping women’s bodies without consent.

The first time that survivors come into a domestic violence prevention program and talk about these patterns, they are often overwhelmed to see this reflection of what they thought was just their own isolated reality. You may feel that way, too. It’s also normal to get angry. What are we supposed to do?

Just saying “no, stop” to a controlling abuser doesn’t help much. In fact, it often makes things worse as the abuser feels the need to double down. If we had been really listening to the voices of survivors, our culture would already know this.

Loosening the hold of an abuser takes help. It takes support. It takes a society that not only creates but maintains checks and balances to push back against coercion and violence. Resistance is multi-faceted and it’s not a one-time thing. 

Perhaps one thing we can do as a culture is listen to the voices of survivors. This has started with #MeToo and Time’s Up. I think we might listen a little bit differently now that we understand that we are in an abusive relationship too. When you pour poison into a stream, it poisons the whole landscape. Controlling abuse does the same thing to a society. We’re all dealing with the Controller in Chief, whether we voted him into office or not.

Listening to survivors may help us understand that we are experiencing a deliberate assault, that we are not alone, and that there are ways to take back at least some control over our lives. With information and teamwork, we can improve both our own lives and the lives of those depending on us. I realize that this type of power and control analysis is not the only thing we need. I do think it’s an important piece of the puzzle, and that this piece is largely missing.

Tired of watching the morning news to see if it’s a good day or a bad one? Are you feeling crazy—questioning your own reality as you’re inundated with multiple conflicting versions of every single event? Been called lazy lately? A criminal? Nasty?

It’s toxic and exhausting, no doubt. At least, you know you aren’t alone. To survive this dangerous and gaslighting relationship with Trump and the Trumpets, we’re going to need a lot less “hail to the Chief” and a lot more “time’s up.”

*Material about power and control is taken from personal and professional experience, as well as The Power and Control Wheel developed by Domestic Abuse Intervention Programs.


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conjunction junction (astrology and the magickal arts of cleaning while NOT burning down your house)

Greetings, fellow travelers. Nothing like showing up late and making a scene. Sigh. It’s been a while since I’ve written here, but at least I have an excuse (a good one, at least in my own mind). I did manage to turn in the draft of my upcoming book, Spinstress Craft. In the process, my editor at SageWoman has decided to convert my column into one more along the themes of the book…magick for independent womxyn. So, I’ve been brainstorming on that topic. When the relaunch of the column is more solid I’ll shout out. For now, my upcoming piece in the next issue is still themed about women and other animals (“Child of Artemis”).

In the meantime, life has rocketed on without me. This has been one hell of a year. Who could have known even one year ago what we would be facing? Even as a vaccine for this particular strain of COVID starts creeping out into the countryside, we know this will take a long time to heal. That’s not even mentioning how many loved ones have been lost in our midst, and the risk that remains. For those who turn to Biblical inspiration, I highly recommend Psalm 91. All of it. It specifically speaks to protection from seen and unseen threats, including “plagues.” Sure, it yangs when it should’ve yinned about god covering us with “his” protective wings (clearly the action of a mother bird). Sigh. Grumble. Yes, I was that kid in Sunday School. Still, it’s got angels. It’s got dragons (depending on the translation you’re dealing with, like KJV). What’s not to like? Think of me while you’re reading it.

I can’t believe it’s the holiday season. But it is, and there is a massive astrological phenomenon I feel like I should take time to contemplate. This is, of course, the “great conjunction” of Jupiter and Saturn as they leave Capricorn and enter Aquarius. The closeness of the two planets is going to be visible in the night sky, creating what some call “the Christmas star effect.”

December 8, 2020. Location: The Dark Side Observatory, Weatherly, PA, USA.

Please note, I am not an astrologer. I don’t fully understand all the intricacies of my own birth sign, let alone the constant dance of the planets and stars or how they affect little ole me. I don’t even know all the lyrics to The Fifth Dimension’s song. Yet even someone who doesn’t know much about cars is going to notice if a parade of stretch limos rolls down their street. The astrological occurrence we now find ourselves in is an even bigger deal.

This event is a “conjunction” where the planets Jupiter and Saturn align really, really close to each other. In the first degree. In Aquarius, on winter solstice. The two planets are going to look like they are pretty much bumping into each other. Or, you know, going out for drinks. This happens more often with our moon and the planet Venus. Those two have a long-term regular thing. With Jupiter and Saturn, they flirt without closing the deal about every twenty years, seeing what’s up. But they don’t get together like this very darned often.

The last time this occurred was in the year 1623. The next time will be in 2080. I don’t think either of these events will occur on a solstice. In other words, it’s pretty damn rare. Other than that, what might it mean?

Here’s the part where you have to remember I play it pretty fast and loose with astrology. But, as a magickal practitioner, I have some basic ideas. Here’s what I think.

Here’s the deal. Jupiter is a planet of opportunity, manifestation and abundance. Saturn is the planet of the purge. Shadow work, cutting stuff off, getting rid of what doesn’t serve you. Together they make one big ass crisis/opportunity or crisitunity (for Simpsons fans). If you put them in the right order you can cut off and purge out what doesn’t serve you, then draw in what you dreamed of to fill in that open space.

Since this is occurring in Aquarius, an air sign, a lot of the action is going to be in the mental plane. Many believe this is also the beginning of the great “Age of Aquarius” in which we exit the age of Pisces, themed for the sacrifice of the rising and resurrecting god and enter Aquarius, age of spiritual openness, justice and equality. It’s interesting to note that there was indeed a similar conjunction around the time of Jesus Christ’s birth, which was believed to kick off said age of Pisces. The “Christmas star” followed by the Magi was an astrological event similar to what we will see in the sky over the next few days (around December 21). While these great ages of planetary history can’t be pinpointed, folks believe we are indeed going to be heading into the age of Aquarius, where our wars and political upheavals and hate crimes against one another (across species as well) are supposed to recede into something more just and kind. Here’s hoping.

Anyhow, back to the conjunction. All witchy folks know the mind is the most important magickal tool. “Energy follows thought,” as the Hermetic principles state. So, the extra mojo for our mental manifestations should be great. What we have to watch out for is the purge. We’ll be confronting low self-esteem, anxiety and addiction. We may face depression, insomnia, and generally feeling like shit. Some of us are considering all of 2020 that kind of process. It sure did feel that way.

Frankly, a grand conjunction is a bit of a diva.

Perhaps it will help to see this personal “purge” as housecleaning of that physical attic known as the brain. Any tools you already have to cope with this stuff, have them primed and ready. Exercise, meditation, affirmations, music, time with friends, lovers, mani-pedis, pets…whatever. Just be careful not to use coping that accidentally fuels your addictions.

Once you get through the purge, really think consciously about what you want to rent out that vacant space for. It’s the perfect time for those good ole New Year resolutions. Start thinking about them now! New relationship? New home? New job? More reciprocity? Better self-esteem? Make your lists.

The energy of the Winter Solstice, AKA Yule, will help you even more. The energy of the entire conjunction is already at play in this ancient holy day that millions of people still pour collective energy into.

First comes the longest night of the year (shadow/purge). Then, the days begin lengthening again. This is why the yearly milestone is celebrated as the “rebirth of the sun,” later Christianized as the rebirth of the son (Christmas). The return of light is seen as the return of all the other good stuff. Hope, peace, warmth, love…you know the drill.

Photo by John Williams

Okay. Now for some practical advice. Part of my own experience of this purge energy has been literally to throw out or donate tons of stuff. I’ve been working at this for weeks. I’ve found it helpful to do periodical energy cleansings as well. I thought you might find these helpful during this crisitunity conjunction. Cleaning our environment is grounding. Grounding energy will be good for us to balance all that mental activity going on due to Aquarius. I mean, I think. Hey, at least you’ll come out of it with a clean house or car or what have you.

Besides physical cleaning is metaphysical cleaning. There are many options for this. In fact, I include several in my upcoming book. For now, let’s stick with really homespun stuff. Two of the basics are a spiritual/magickal floor wash, or burning an incense/smudge. If you do a lot of cooking you may already have everything you need to at least experiment with either of these techniques.

I’ll start with the wash. It may seem like a strange idea but think it over. You already know the value of cleaning and polishing areas of your home. Some of us value this more than others, but you get my drift.

You also probably know the value of a nice brewed beverage like coffee or tea. Many of us drink teas based on what herb they contain because we know all plants have a different purpose.

Okay, we’re there. A magickal wash is like a tea that you use to clean and bless your house. I keep calling it a floor wash because that’s my bias but you can use it to wipe down windows, doors, and just about any surfaces you want.

The typical advice for a floor wash is this: boil the dry ingredients in about a quart of water before straining into a clean bucket. It’s a lot like making tea. Keep them boiling at least twenty minutes. If you go longer, you will have a stronger scent but you may also have to add more water. Keep an eye on it. After boiling let it set a couple hours before straining.

From there, you can add optional ingredients like a quarter cup of white vinegar and perhaps some rose water or “Florida” water. You could add a few drops of an essential oil if desired. I like to drip in a tiny bit of hydrangea oil. This is a powerful little posy old timers used to break curses.

herbs for a quick floor wash right from my kitchen include sage, rosemary, astralgus (angel) root, salt, and juniper berries along with the perfunctory cinnamon stick.

So, dealer’s choice and you’ll probably create your own signature floor wash if you like the idea. I tend to omit the vinegar. Remember, your floors and surfaces should really already be clean in the normal sense of the term. This wash is for energetic cleansing. You may want to wipe down the doorways to the home entrances and perhaps important rooms, like your boudoir. Then go to it mopping the floors. I keep a separate mop for this and replace it often, so it’s always a very cheap model. Same with the buckets unless you want to invest in good stainless steel. You can also put some of this blend in a spray bottle to help clean windows, other surfaces, or rugs.

Here’s a good starter recipe for a floor wash.

1/4 cup dry white sage or bay leaves

1/4 cup dry basil or mint (or a mix of each)

1/4 cup dry rosemary

1 tsp salt

1-2 cinnamon sticks

ten drops hydrangea, orange blossom, or rose absolute oil (optional)

If you’ve been dealing with some extra nasty energy, like if you feel you are being hated on in a mundane or magickal sense, add up to a teaspoon of pepper, either black or red (or mix). Juniper berries work for this also. You may even wish to do this extra step if you work in a high-stress environment (like medicine, social justice or crisis work…present company included) and feel you are bringing other people’s energy home. When you’re a compassionate soul those clingy negative vibes can be hard to kick.

a collections of oils can always come in handy. you can also mix them into DIY batches, as I did in that glass container. styrax, by the way, is basically pine pitch.

You can do substitutions or omissions in a pinch. When you’re working with energies, your thoughts/intentions are the most important thing. As this brew is boiling, you can really improve its magickal function by saying a mantra over it periodically while stirring for a minute or two along the lines of, “May my home and my family be perfectly protected.” AKA praying. AKA casting a spell. I should note, there are magickal floor washes for sale on line, just like incense and smudge and absolutely everything. Not only is it more economical to make your own, I feel it increases the power of the tools because they are more connected to your own energy. But, here is a good floor wash I have bought before from a seller I like to support due to her work on the angelic realms.

Okay. Say you’re done with all your washing. Maybe you weren’t into that at all. Either way, another great step you can take involves burning an incense or smudge. Smoke is associated with the air element in magick just as often as the fire element. You see the smoke hanging in the air, after all. Therefore, it’s a great tool for working with the air element of Aquarius.

Many cultures have used a form of smoke/fire magick for purification. Nothing says purification like burning unwanted shit into ashes. Of course, we don’t have to go all-out. All we have to do is smudge!

A lot of the power of smoke has to do with our powers of scent, also. We all know that scents can change a mood. Fresh baked cookies, freshly laundered blankets, our favorite perfume, and more.

To keep your energy cleanse super simple, you can use a stick of incense in your fave fragrance. Palo Santo wood has also become popular. It’s like burning a really fat match. You can find it really easily online.

For me, a bundle of herbs for smudge is the way to go. It’s also a relationship to a certain kind of plant. As such it is even more grounding in the earth element. Grounding into earth always helps with personal safety. No trauma, no drama, no other-people’s-shit. The smudge sticks shown here are mugwort and sage.

Burning smudge takes a little practice. It’s probably a bit like having a giant cigarette to deal with. You want to have an ashtray of sorts, and probably a cup of water in case things get out of hand. After you snuff it out you want to keep an eye on it a while to make sure it doesn’t reignite. I always keep mine stored in a fireproof cup just in case. There’s very rarely any problem. Once is a while I do notice it’s smoking up and tamp it out again.

If I haven’t scared you out of it, you can buy smudge sticks at metaphysical shops or make them yourself. One of my best friends, Gwen, makes them every year. I really respect her earth magick so I asked her advice. She said she likes to harvest and wrap them with twine or thread on a full moon. The same way I suggested you think a prayer or mantra while stirring the floor wash, she says she makes sure to visualize the work she wants to do with these smudge bundles while she is wrapping them. She then hangs them to dry in paper bags. I will have to ask her to do a tutorial on this next summer, when you could actually go outside and try it. I believe she made me the mugwort bundle in this photo.

I also burn a lot of homemade incense that needs to be sprinkled on coals. You can buy these types of little coal discs from the shops that sell incense. For me, using some coals from my woodstove is easiest. I therefore tend to burn the stuff only in winter. What I have pictured here is red willow bark, which is also called sacred tobacco (AKA Nespihqamq) by the Wabanaki first nations folks here in the area. It’s a protective, calming herb that can also be inhaled (smoked) to combat stress and insomnia. I have only used it as a smudge. It’s protective like sage and has a milder scent. It’s kind of like very mild pipe tobacco as an overall effect. If you have sage in your kitchen, remember you can burn it over coals and get the same effect as a smudge stick.

clockwise around the floor wash ingredient are sage, mugwort (the long skinny stick) and a dish of red willow bark.

So, that’s about all I have for grounding and centering while we wait for 2020 and this grand conjunction to work their collective boot out of our nether regions. Despite all of this, I do wish everyone who reads this a peace filled respite at the holiday season. May we all emerge to an increasingly better world which we have populated with all our dearest wishes and dreams. Much love.

Roots and Wings: National Novel Writing Month, Ancestral Voices, and a word about Ramshackle Houses

ca. 1900 — Woman Reclining at Desk Next to Typewriter — Image by © CORBIS, Getty Images/Library of Congress

Greetings, fellow humans! I’m happy to report that my second draft of “Spinstress Craft: Magick for the Independent Witch” is in to Llewellyn! Apparently it has moved on to a new editor through the production team and soon I’m sure I’ll be complaining about more edits. For now, though, I’m taking the win. I’ve also turned in my latest column to Sage Woman Magazine. No spoilers!

This blog is going to be about writing. Not only my own, but the writing of as many people as possible. November, after all, is National Novel Writing Month (shortened by devotees to NaNoWriMo).

NaNoWriMo is about empowering the voices of anyone, young or old, to write. As defined on their website:

National Novel Writing Month began in 1999 as a daunting but straightforward challenge: to write 50,000 words of a novel in thirty days. Now, each year on November 1, hundreds of thousands of people around the world begin to write, determined to end the month with 50,000 words of a brand new novel. They enter the month as elementary school teachers, mechanics, or stay-at-home parents. They leave novelists.

NaNoWriMo is a free community resource which helps anyone at all to become “a writer.” Or, as dubbed in that community, a “wrimo.” I publish this now in order to help spread the word because now is the time to prepare an outline and get ready for the November wrimo sprint.

NaNoWriMo is a great movement that seeks to empower young writers, self-doubting writers, and writers who never thought they had the “right to write.” This part is a big deal. People with the most privilege have always defined what is “good” writing. By privilege I mean, among other things, the education, writing time, and frankly the audacity to think their voices should be heard. They also tend to possess the peers who will support and validate their writing and academic structures that normalize their voices.

The women I admire as ancestors wrote up against that pressure. I’m talking Mary Wollstonecraft and then her daughter, Mary W Shelley. I’m talking Margaret Cavendish, Jane Austen, Charlotte Perkins Gilman and Louisa May Alcott. Among others, of course. Even J.K. Rowling pushed back against domestic violence, economic challenges, and a publishing world that saw her books as unmarketable when she first got started.

I’ve studied all these authors and I noticed that more than half of them referred to their writing as “scribbles.” While I’m sure they were being modest, I’m pretty sure there was something else at work. I feel they knew in order to “earn” the support of the men in their lives (personal and publishing) that they had to diminish their work and pass it off as less than the “real” writing of heteronormative upper class white men.

Now a days, cis-gender white women have more writing privilege. More, unfortunately, than people who are trans-gender, q+, not white, or differently-able bodied. So on. Who gets to write and who gets to be read is always a bit of a rigged game. It is precisely that loaded cultural deck that NaNoWriMo is trying to replace with a fresh stack of literary opportunities for everybody else.

Readers, let me tell you a secret. Sssshhh, lean in.

This time of year, writers are all around you. Local libraries and book shops often open up special times for wrimos to come write together or simply enjoy the encouragement of being acknowledged for their efforts. NaNoWriMo is sort of like the magical world Rowling created for Harry Potter. You don’t even see it if you don’t think to look. The normal landscape of mundane life is secretly draped with dragons, fairies, time-travelers and knights. Thousands of writers crank out fantasy, horror, romance, memoirs, chapbooks of poetry and plays.

November, once you know about the wrimo community, is a great time to feel encouraged as a writer. I’ve taken part three different years. The one wrimo draft I did that became a published book (so far) is Revenant: Blood Justice. Yep, that was a NaNoWriMo book. I also did a full length juvenile sci-fi manuscript during another year that I haven’t marketed. The third year, I didn’t finish. I had an idea for a fantasy script, probably for young adults, that I did all the October prep, character sketches, and outlines for. Once I got into November and started writing, though, I realized the first couple of chapters were all I really had to say! Living with characters and their story as intensely as you do during NaNoWriMo is like going on a cross-country RV trip with a dozen or so strangers. I decided I couldn’t take it. As a result of doing the prep, though, I still had a very productive November. I ended up writing a couple of scripts and short stories instead. So, I’d suggest any writer who plans to try it just go with the experience and allow yourself to be creative in whatever way organically happens.

I don’t know what it will be like during the pandemic, but this November event usually involves coordinated opportunities for the writers to meet both virtually and within their communities. Readings, workshops, and peer support are offered. I once went to my local library to write during a NaNoWriMo designated time, and I seemed to be the only one there. At first I was discouraged, but my goddess. The librarian was as delighted to see me as if she’d just found a unicorn leaching the wifi in the periodical wing (which unicorns in fact frequently do). She hovered over me in both a flattering and rather disconcerting way. She even served me a cup of tea. In the middle of the library. No kidding! That’s the kind of encouragement writers can get if they come forth with their aspirations during November.

Besides moral support, NaNoWriMo is helpful for aspiring writers who want the accountability of a community and even a deadline. You definitely want to practice writing for a deadline, even one self-imposed, before you ever try writing for a legally-contracted one. It’s a great way to learn how you engage with that process. I find it often varies from project to project. Of course, it also gets impacted by the rest of your life. What I can tell you, as I shared recently with a fellow author, writing for two deadlines at the same time when I had a lot else going on and wasn’t really “feeling it” was akin to shitting glass. I think. Never tried it. I’m a writer though, so I sometimes embellish rather recklessly. And digress, as I intend to do right now. Perhaps moved by the sound of October rain pounding and rattling my roof tarp, I feel moved to discuss the literary advantages of a rickety country house.

There are certain charms to living in a slightly derelict house. Especially, I suppose, if you are a writer. My own MFSH (mortgage free shabby house or, when I’m angry about repairs, mortgage free shit hole), has many charms. I tap the maple trees each year (getting a bit better at it with the help of friends each time) and the shelves in the cellar stairway are crammed with preserves. The place has interesting cubbies and closets. The foundation dates back to the 1700s. People have claimed to see visions of a Revolution-era ghost. Of course the cellar looks like it’s three hundred years old, but I’m not about complaining right now. I have almost twenty acres of swampy woods out back. The beavers have landscaped the field. A little old lady who grew up here back in the way-back-when came and visited once when I was a kid. She explained to us how the woodshed used to be the “summer kitchen,” complete with water pump, elaborate wood stove, and embellished tin ceiling. It’s now considerably less elegant. It’s more like a mud room in the truest sense of the term. It does feature a cat condo, a garden potting table, and a ton of firewood, though.

My stalwart Swedish ancestors had an old saying that I keep up in the kitchen… “Bättre grov kaka än ingen smaka.” It basically means, “Better coarse bread than none at all.” In other words, be grateful for what you’ve got. It’s a great motto for those of us in the MFSH club.

There is certainly a creative aspect to living in a MFSH. I am reminded strongly of the Alcott’s place in Concord, which Louisa May referred to fondly as “apple slump.” Their old New England house seems pretty similar to mine. In it’s current form as a museum I’m sure it’s in better repair than mine, but they get to take in donations.

Lousia’s attic paradise where the character Jo March wrote books and put on theatricals is similar to my home’s second floor. The Alcott place was also called “Orchard House.” In fact, an apple tree is growing up over my woodshed and practically part of the building. Clingy and mischievous, it likes to hurl apples at my head this time of year during windy weather. Other than that it’s not bad. I’ve had to trim off a few branches but picking high fruit is easy when all I have to do is scramble up on the shed roof.

Photo by cliff1066™ on flickr

My other literary muse for DIY and home decorating would have to be Molly Weasley from J.K. Rowling’s Potter-verse. Their place, the Borough, as featured in Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets, is described as a creaky and tippy house of wonders that “burst with the strange and unexpected.” That’s a great description of your standard MFSH, for better or worse.

The Borough featured gnomes in the garden, a “clanking ghoul” in the attic (who “howled and dropped pipes whenever he thought things were getting too quiet”), and a ton of books and mismatched kitsch crammed in between. I only wish I knew how to do hands-free-magical housekeeping like Mrs. Weasley. In truth, that shit doesn’t do itself. Speaking of which (and witch)….

Now that I have a break from deadline writing, I’m working on that other seasonal project which also tends to require a lot of revision. That being the wood pile. I’m trying to cram about three cords of wood into the area where little-granny-who-knows once boiled her porridge. I really like working outside in the autumn, though. There’s something about the quality of the air that is very (thesaurus, please,) inspiriting. Yes, that’s a thing. Check the thesaurus. Tis the season for yard work and also for writing. Hence, NaNoWriMo.

I think it’s a great idea to have National Novel Writing Month in November. Autumn is a great time to be a writer. Rustling leaves sound like rustling pages, don’t you think? Wet trees smell like freshly sharpened pencils. Come Halloween, we have an ages-old human tradition of reaching out to the realms of the unseen and dressing up to become someone or something else. It’s a great time to purge old experiences and create world-scapes of new ones. Somewhere between the two, the author and hopefully the reader can sometimes find empowerment or even healing. At least a little fun.

I’ve been thinking a lot about my grandmother and mother and their aspirations as writers. In a hailstorm of synchronicity, I’ve recently found a bunch of my grandmother’s things, including some of said writing. My understanding from my mom and some other relatives is that my grandmother, Hester Adelaide Hammill (1902-1982), led an independent life. As a single mom (in fact, a divorcee) in the forties, she was not always welcomed into polite society. She was a flapper, an artist, and a tough, free spirit. Yet it wasn’t easy. Often living in poverty and close to despair, she turned to writing and photography as sources of expression and of hope. The rest of the time she usually earned money as a house keeper for the richy riches around Camden. Reputedly her fave movie was “Sabrina,” in which the chauffer’s daughter on such an estate made good (of course, by marrying one of the rich guys).

Hester Adelaide (Caulderwood) Hammill

My grandmother tried repeatedly to have her stories published. She did a novel also, entitled “Once Upon Some Trifling Trystings.” She illustrated all of her writing with her accompanying photographs. Most of them featured birds and nature. Her attempts to be published were too often met with rejection, as is the lot of most authors. In those days, of course, it was even harder for women to be published than it still is now. As far as my mother recalls, the prime literary achievement Hester attained was publication in the Women’s Home Companion. She also had a couple of pieces about bird watching printed in other magazines. I was once told, I think by my mother, that one publisher confided in Hester that she should be writing romances rather than nature essays. I think that’s why she wrote the manuscript I shorthand as “Trystings.” It’s perfectly well written but I don’t think it was in her comfort zone.

One of Hester’s photos meant to accompany the novel.

I still have an incomplete copy of Trystings, typed up and covered with editorial notes. In a lot of ways it is, of course, jarringly anachronistic. While written to be a contemporary romance, it features amusing moments, like where an automotive “machine” interrupts the quietude of Main Street. Since Hester loved birds, I enjoy noticing the ways she wove them all through the novel. The characters discuss the habits of local pigeons, flirt over bird-watching endeavors, and the heroine keeps a large flock of hens that she describes in several chapters. My favorite quote from the book, however, is as follows:

They went inside and took chairs in the small enclosure that was reserved as a waiting room for the trolley line and he divided his newspaper with her, settling himself immediately to reading the section in his hands.

He read in silence at first, suddenly breaking it with, “Here’s some bird news that’s not in our bird book. It says here that every right-minded woman should realize that there were sold last year at the London plume sales the scapular feathers of one hundred and ninety thousand egrets, and the skins of more than twenty-eight thousand birds of paradise, to be used in decorating women’s hats. Not to mention another sad feature of the situation–the sale of the tail-feathers of hundreds of lyre-birds, and of quills of the albatross. The woman who goes to church and bows a head decorated at such cost is a fit subject for investigation by the new psychology.”

Hester A Hammill, Once Upon Some Trifling Trystings

I love the way she put her joys and concerns about birds into the story. As a vegan and animal rights advocate, I also love that she cared about these things. It’s something I never knew about her. She is someone who could have really grown her voice, maybe even her publishing career, if she’d had the encouragement that writers are offering one another today. Besides NaNoWriMo, there are other resources to help women address the publishing gender gaps in different genres. I imagine that one Hester could have really benefitted from might be Women Who Submit (for women and non-binary writers), which in my experience tends to focus more on helping women break into literary journals and the memoir or poetry markets. Let’s face it, they also bagged a bad-ass name.

Next comes my mom, born Mary Jane Hammill in 1942. The biggest thing that happened in my mom’s young life was when the movie version of “Peyton Place” filmed in her home town of Camden. It seems creepy how Mary Jane is so mirrored by the youthful main (Maine) character. Like her, my mom was valedictorian at the local high school and a regular contributor to the town paper. She was very interested in acting and she authored several plays.

Like the movie/book character (named Allison), Mary Jane couldn’t wait to get out of Maine and take a bite out of the Big Apple. As I’ve mentioned, she met my dad while they were both working in editorial at McGraw Hill in NYC.

When that movie was filmed in Camden, though, my mom was a junior in high school. She had a great time collecting autographs from cast and crew on all the photos she took of them during the shoot. One of my step-grandfathers was an extra in some of the scenes. Since my mom knows so much about that movie, watching it is more like seeing home movies.

Anyhow, as a writer and actor and in many other ways, Mary Jane saw herself primarily as an entertainer. She was a “cut-up” and very popular as a creative presence pretty much anywhere she went. Of course, the Big Apple ended up taking a bigger bite out of her (as seems often to be the case). She ended up back in Camden with a baby (hi, there), and her second divorce to contend with. Then again, those divorces led to her career. She wound up taking an office job to pay one of the attorneys and worked as a freelance paralegal/legal secretary for over forty years. I have known her as an undaunted and skillful editor, for which I am very grateful. I’ll have to publish more of her writing later. It’s all squirreled away.

Mary Jane Hammill

At the time when I found all these images and put them together, I had attended a zoom church service in which a song called (I think) “Roots and Wings” was performed. Seeing my grandma, mom and myself lined up together gave me sort of a rooted feeling. At the same time, contemplating our writings and our dreams kind of feels like the wings. Of course, there are also the literal birds my grandmother loved so much.

Hester always taught us that seeing three crows together was very lucky. I grew up hearing my mom and her always saying, “Look! Three crows!” in delight. I still do that and I know I am partly seeing the three birds as a symbol for the three of us. Crows are sometimes seen as tricksters, and even more as messengers between the seen and unseen realms. Kind of like writers, I guess. They certainly are when it comes to my family.

As for me and my writing, all my readers know what sort of trouble I tend to get into. I’m not doing NaNoWriMo this year. I expect the next draft of Spinstress will be coming back to me any time. You can keep an eye out for my column in the next Sage Woman. Or, for that matter, in the last one if you missed it. I believe the last issue contained my thoughts about the magickal, transformative butterfly. Born literally in the shit and transforming themselves into something fancy. Lepidoptera are hard core.

Beyond that, I am looking into ways to e-publish a couple of things on Kindle Direct. I don’t want to jump in without making sure it’s really good quality, so it’s a process. One of the prime candidates would be “Prometheus Strain,” the sci-fi project I did once as a wrimo.

In the meantime, I do have some things still on print through Amazon. My fave for the Halloween season remains “Catherine Hill,” which is available still in the “Northern Frights” anthology by Grinning Skull Press. They’re a nice little publishing house prone to doing charity anthologies and the like. Another for our Bucksport fam would be “When Your Time Has Come,” a ghost story about local legend, Sarah Ware. That one is in this ghost story anthology by Zimbell House.

Happy reading and writing everyone. Whether you are a wrimo or a supporter, the autumn air will tantalize you with hints of stories past, present and tumbling out of someone right now. To close I offer a poem (below) that perhaps writers might understand. Some special readers as well.

No idea who this is.

Open me carefully.

My binding is worn thin and frail from too much tension

too much push and pull. Stretching wide and then snapping shut

a wasted effort to protect my pages that even when closed

will yellow and rot.

Look kindly on the chapters I share with you.

Normally I redact them to protect my truth, so the reader

stumbles clumsily through stuttering phrases

cut apart and watered down.

I will show you, only you the rough drafts and unpolished phrases as well as

the carefully polished gems that I worked and worked after dark

until they were clear enough to let me sleep, and in the morning

they looked like some stranger’s’ epiphanies.

I will show you, only you the things I keep hidden in the secret pages

that I never even dare to read myself.