Thursday, October 1, 2020

Letter from the Editor - Fall 2020

 Hello Everyone, 

I can't believe that we are already heading into fall... there are a lot of things I can't believe right now, it's been a crazy six months and the ride is still going. 

 Here is a little something to hopefully breakup the day for everyone... a new issue of the Holiday Cafe. 

Take a break from your day and check it out. 

We are now taking submissions for the Winter Issue... email me at holidaycafe.nicole@gmail.com with your submissions.

 I hope everyone has been staying safe and keeping healthy... and continues to do so.  

 Have a great holiday season and I will see you in January 2021. 

 Nicole

Songwriter

Flannery O’Connor said that when people asked her why she was a writer she’d reply, “Because I’m good at it.” What I wouldn’t give to have that kind of confidence! And if anybody ever asks me why I try to write songs, I hope I’m brave enough to say, “Because I’m good at it!” Notice I had to stick the “try” in “try to write songs.” Luckily, nobody asks. 

Actually, one person asks me why I write songs, and that person is me. But it is always part of a longer questions like, “Why do you write songs instead of using the weapons of mass destruction necessary to kill the mold behind the washer and dryer that threaten to destroy your families source of clean clothes? Don’t you care if your wife and children have smelly clothes?” 

 The offer is tempting. If I go work on the mold, I don’t have to deal with the other things in the basement I’d rather not deal with. Such as my song notebook, heavy and fat because I save all of my rough drafts. Why? Because I’m good at saving things. The notebook always wants another verse. My guitar case says, “Open up, a song isn’t finished without a cool riff.” Then the mic stand says, “That melody is lame, better learn a Bob Dylan song instead.” It makes me want to head upstairs. 

If only I had an ounce of Flannery O’Connor’s confidence, I could just push through. I try to convince myself of that. Then again, I didn’t have Robert Lowell, Robert Penn Warren, Caroline Gordon, and Robert and Sally Fitzgerald telling me I was a good writer. Who wouldn’t have confidence if the top literary minds of their day praised their work? But that was after O’Connor got to the Iowa Writer’s Workshop. You don’t just end up at the Iowa Writer’s Workshop by making a wrong turn on the way to Atlanta. She knew she was good before she got there. I imagine one day she looked down at what she had written and said, “Wow. That’s legit.” Then she showed it to her friends, family, and/or teacher and they said, “Wow. That’s legit.” 

She was also of the school that you either have it or you don’t. If you don’t, God has some other plan for you. But I still entertain doubts that I’m on the wrong side of “it.” Why do I need external affirmation of my songwriting – every day? I’ve been doing this for a long time. 

Then I read this quote from St. Theresa of Avila, “Watch carefully, for everything passes quickly, even though your impatience makes doubtful what is certain, and turns a very short time into a long one.”

It reminded me of an interview I did with the local bluegrass legend Mac Martin several years ago. He told me that the best thing that ever happened to him was having a family and a day job that prevented him from touring. Bill Monroe and Flatt and Scruggs were professionals, but in order to remain “professional” they had to alter their sound to stay with the times. Martin played local gigs and did whatever he wanted. In the process, he stayed true to his original sound and long after Monroe and Flatt and Scruggs were gone, bluegrass purists flocked to him for his authentic sound. He was more famous in his 70s and 80s than ever. 

Everything passes quickly, so I better get working on those new songs, and the mold too.  

Mark Sullivan is the guitarist in The Deep Roots.

Musings from Moms - Persistence

I have been sharing this every year on Facebook - because knowing yourself, your body, well enough to know there is
something wrong is so very important... Be persistent with your doctors - if you aren't feeling right, keep pushing until you get an answer... October is a bittersweet month for me, and surprisingly this has nothing to do with the weather. As many of you know the journey I had post-Liam was not the norm. For the months of August and September 2009 doctors were trying to figure out what was wrong with me, you know, once they actually realized I wasn’t making up my condition and believed that there was something indeed wrong. It all came to a head in October 2009. I was rushed to the ER, for the third time, my arms were bruised and battered from the number of IVs and blood samples the nurses were taking from me. My fingers were so sore from them doing that finger prick test. Veins were collapsing and they weren’t sure if they would be able to get yet another IV in. They were saying that they might have to put an IV in my foot if they couldn't get it in my arms. If you know me, then you know I have the biggest fear of needles, this whole processes was torture for me and to this day, I am worse than ever when I have to get a blood draw. I was stitched in places that should not be stitched (without properly being numbed first). I’m pretty sure everyone in Oakland heard my cries and profanities when that was happening. Finally, several days after that horrific event, I was in the hospital and went to the bathroom, and nearly blacked out. I managed to pull that emergency cord that is conviently located in the patient bathrooms beforehand. When I was lying on the bathroom floor and a crash team was called to my room, and rushed off to surgery (first angiogram) it was determined that I had a cervical aneurysm (which apparently is highly uncommon). Two days during this entire battle were the scariest for me… the first time was when I was taken to the hospital – I thought I was going to die that night – home alone with Liam – the bleeding wouldn’t stop and I didn’t have a phone with me to call anyone for help. The second was during that first angiogram (the second was done two days later to ensure the first one worked). The nurses were actually squeezing bags of blood into my body because my blood count was so low (8 transfusions in all). After the foam(they didn't use a coil) was in place my blood pressure bottomed out… there is nothing worse than hearing a doctor say – the procedure is done why is her pressure still going down. I was in the hospital so long that I was able to sample everything on Magee’s menu several times (I am still a little pissed that they never did get those grape Popsicle during my entire stay). I missed Liam more than anything and I fought my hardest to get out of that hospital and get back to him. Now, October is a good month – Colin was born on the 17th. Thank God, nothing happened after his birth. We took all the precautions before he was born. I will however, never be able to forget all the things I went through. So why am I telling all of this? It’s simple really – know your body – when something isn’t right with you… tell your doctor… when they don’t listen – keep telling them… no one knows you better than you do. All the tests I was given at first told me I was perfectly fine – but I knew I wasn’t. Be persistent and make them listen to you… I however don’t recommend blacking out in front of your nurse in the bathroom. This will only make them lay you down on the floor of said bathroom and call the crash team in…