Greetings and welcome. Here are my thoughts and ramblings about my life as a writer, photographer, and artist. Life isn't all sunshine and flowers. I weave my way through as much heartache as joy to discover wondrous hidden treasures bubbling my soul. I cover numerous topics bouncing from one to another like a butterfly going from flower to flower. These explorations are fascinating. I hope you enjoy and find inspiration of your own. Namarie.
Tuesday, April 14, 2015
Another opportunity at learning
My morning writing has me thinking
about the lessons learned over the weekend. I’m always excited when I learn
interesting things. I’m willing to admit when I’m wrong, even when
embarrassing. If I make a mistake and I am wrong, I’ll own up to it and do what
I can to make it right.
For instance, one of our rules with
the newspaper is in only covering local news. I wrote about an event and left
out names of those who did not live in “our” area. Someone sent a letter. I
feel bad. It’s a wake-up call. Sometimes in my trying to be fair and do things
right, I do not look at the entire picture. I’ve been trying to make rules and
guidelines stricter than needed.
1. I realize even though there’s a
“rule,” we have to be flexible. Sometimes I need to look at a bigger picture
and see all who would benefit from the information.
2. Trying to be fair and treat
everyone (and every town) exactly the same is unrealistic. I was afraid that if
we allowed something in one area, it would open it up to others expecting the
same. I now understand that each instance and story needs to be treated as its
3. I’ve also come to realize that
treating everyone the same is not fair. Some people need more molly-coddling
(and yes, I fit that category) especially dealing with artists. This is how it
is. We are all humans and need to be treated with respect and not put in a box
designed to make us all alike. We are not all alike. We may have similarities,
but we also have differences and all aspects of a person deserve respect.
4. One of the reasons I love my editor
job at the newspaper is that we pride ourselves in being small-town/local. All
of the above has to be realized to maintain the type of integrity we want with
the InterTown Record. We want to be able to recognize individuals and not just
see a group of people as a whole or entire town. When people are no longer seen
as individuals, the individual no longer matters and they become numbers and
statistics that are easily written off.
This is what has happened in this
country. Individuals no longer matter and the “good of the whole” has been
swallowed by big business marketing and the country’s leaders protecting an
elite few. “Good of the whole” is now just a term to benefit whoever or
whatever group or business is saying it.
It’s up to us to keep our local
flavor and protect our people by giving them recognition when they deserve it
and by telling their stories. (And that’s impossible when an organization gets
too big which happens with buy-outs and all that... but that’s another subject.)
Most people living in the smaller towns do so to have that community-mindedness.
We love to walk down the street and have neighbors and passersby wave. It’s
great to know that should something happen, neighbors will step up to help.
I love the opportunity to tell
people’s stories and to give them recognition they deserve. Everyone has a
story. Everyone has an interesting life. All the media-hype and sensationalism
are not needed. Instead of focusing on all the negative going on in the world,
how about we tell individual stories of the wonderful people who live around