Tuesday, April 20, 2021

Prayer for St. Francis written by Karina Holosko

 Dear God, we thank you for creating all species of animals and entrusting their care to us,

Lord hear our prayer.

For all public animal rescue institutions local and worldwide.

Lord hear our prayer.

For all private and grassroots organizations and individuals that quietly rescue on their own time and in their own way.

Lord hear our prayer.

For all field biologist and scientists past, present and future who help us better understand our animal friends.

Lord hear our prayer.

We pray for all industries who process animals for our consumption that they may enforce humane practices,

Lord hear our prayer.

For the billions of creatures who sacrifice for us everyday so that we may live.

Lord hear our prayer.

For all those that serve and maintain national parks and animal sanctuaries

                                                                  Lord hear our prayer.

We pray for all those who word to rehabilitate the great beasts in distress cause by cruelty and neglect.



                                                            Lord hear our prayer.

For all pet owners and friends who were parted too soon.


Lord hear our prayer.

That all children may be taught to love and respect God’s creature a gift passed on to them by their elders,

Lord hear our prayer.

And finally we pray for all God’s creatures great and small. Fran

Lord hear our prayers

Tuesday, March 16, 2021

Monday, March 15, 2021

Systemic Racist Policy Andrea Baron, Linda Rosen and the South Florida Women's National Book Association.

 

Andrea Baron and Linda Rosen from the WNBA (Women's National Book Association of South Florida) have implemented a Zero tolerance policy that is hurtful and harmful, exclusionary, and an example of systemic racism. And has the unfortunate consequence of alienating minority groups. The policy has to do with their refusal to extend Mic night for 5 minutes to accommodate members. Open Mic Nights, a platform on which writers can read a snippet of their work. Each reader is allowed 5 minutes. I invited my African American niece to read on a dark night on COVID on July 17th. She wanted to be a writer and had a small poem on George Floyd ( my nephew was stopped many times during stop and frisk in Harlem in  New York City.)  My niece was thrilled, but because we did not sign up in time, Ms. Baron and Ms. Rosen refused to extend the meeting by 5 minutes to accommodate us.  Five minutes! I was shocked and ashamed that this organization had attracted me with happy happy words like promoting women's voices, protecting women's vision when this was clearly not the truth. I  did not know what to tell my niece  I still don't, but that policy traumatized a young girl and stung her with the thorn of racism. The fact that two white women were enforcing the policy in a group of all white women with similar cultural backgrounds makes it impossible to accept the fact that this policy does anything but promotes systemic racism and alienates marginalized communities at the same time using magical words like inclusivity and empathy to attract members and secure grants. Whether or not Ms. Rosen and Ms. Baron knew my niece was black, this is an example of a systematically racist policy.

 Ms. Rosen and Ms.Baron further clarified their position when on Open Mic night my niece was denied 5 minutes because of a zero-tolerance policy. Then to add insult to injury in an act of hypocrisy they extended the meeting for 10 minutes violating their own rules.  The announcements could have just as easily been emailed. I was disgusted and that's what triggered my further investigation. 

We reached out, asked for dialogue, discussion, a chance to explain our position and change the policy, and we were met by silence and derision, and physical threat. In an internal email, I secure Ms. Rosen writes that "she will not consider extending Mic night no matter who what or where." She also went on to confess her body "twitches" because of me and "she will not control herself when she sees me."  In another email, I was accused of harassing her, wasting time, begin aggressively having a threatening tone; I was accused of being politically manipulative and promoting fake news. My membership was revoked, and I was no longer welcome.  All of this because I want to open a discussion to change a policy that WILL alienate and cause harm to people who come from cultures in which time and times are negligible.  THE WNBA  refuses to change this policy. 

 

I live in Delray Beach and our sister city in Haiti, and I would like to implement a recruitment program I will not introduce then to a group where 5 minutes will be denied because they did not sign up in time., They come from a culture where time and timing are different. By refusing to change the policy, refusing to discuss, or even offer an apology reveals a rule of law mentality designed to be systemically racist.  

And then I read a short story written by Ms. Rosen posted  proudly on her website that most would agree is overwhelmingly and racist about a black man that she described as " having a body odor so pungent that smelt of armpits and cigarettes which was so horrible that she could not clean his (stench) from her furniture." Ms. Rosen refuses to rewrite or take the short story down. How are minorities supposed to want to join a group with a writer who is a leader who allows a short story to be published?

Although the WNBA of South Florida is a nonprofit organization, there is no information on the grants they receive, nor will they supply private donors with a tax receipt.  Any appeals to the board cannot be fairly arbitrated because Ms. Rosen holds two positions that of Vice-President and Director of Programming and uses that platform to promote her own agenda, 

THE HORRIBLE NIGHT

 

 I invited my African American niece to a Zoom open mic meeting which took place on  June 17th, 2020, to read her poem during the dark time of COVID.  Because of internal policy. Ms. Rosen and Ms. Baron refused to extend the meeting by 5 minutes. Linda Baron wrote to me in an email that my niece could be on standby., There was only one other reader waiting.  So to accommodate everyone the meeting would have to be extended by a total of 10 minutes.  It was hard enough for me to explain to my niece that two white women who present themselves as promoting woman voices, especially women of color during could not make an exception and let her read her poem.  Even during the cultural revolution, in the darkest time of COVID and with young back men and women being killed, it would be even harder to explain that to our Haitian community of writers. Culturally time and timing can be interpreted differently in varied cultures. There is no way that their policy would not be construed as racist if people of color are turned away from reading because they did not sign up in time.

The Women's National Book Association was established in New York City in 1917 to give women a voice in the book industry.  What has propelled their success into the future is their commitment to the culture of inclusion. The WNBA created a mandate to inspire with four components; Learn. Think. Empathize. Act. Unfortunately, the Chapter in South Florida under the direction of President Andrea Baron and Vice-President Linda Rosen are not moving that mandate forward in any meaningful way. Instead, they defend the status quo – a self-serving world of corporate-speak and excuse mongering.

 I have tried to sit down with them to discuss, enlighten and make changes to the policy not only did they refuse, but I was called politically manipulative, a time-waster, with a threatening tone. In an internal email, I received Ms. Rosen threatened me physically if she should ever see me. 

It maybe true that both women worked tirelessly to form a chapter of the WNBA and have grown the organization into something special.  Baron is committed and conscientious, while Rosen is a hurricane of self-promotion. But on June 17th, they made a conscious executive decision NOT to move the mandate forward. There was no attempt to learn, think, empathize. Act. In fact, it was quite the opposite; I experienced actions that were unashamedly exclusionary and silent.  And so during this climate of demanding change in institutional structures, I thought I'd jump on the bandwagon and take the time to call out the South Florida Chapter of the WNBA in hopes that they educate themselves on what transparency, inclusion, and communication look like and understand those goals are non-negotiable.

They refused to sit down with me instead threatened me verbally, calling me over 13 names, which included harasser, fake news.

Here's what went down.

On Wed, June 17th, 2020, our chapter Zoomed a Mic Night from 6:30 to 7:30. It's an event many members and I look forward to.  Not only because writing is isolating but particularly now, during the menacing days of COVID.  To share and listen to other authors was a white light in so much darkness and pain.

Enter my niece, a young black writer 21 years old who very much wanted to test the waters and meet other writers.  And since she was not yet a WNBA member, I figured I'd read a bit of her poem and finish off with mine in the time allotted. A TOTAL of 5 minutes. Two for her. Three for me.

I sent an email to Linda Rosen to request a spot but was informed there were no spots left and that I would be second on a waiting list. It didn't pass the smell test to me. Eyebrow arc.  Sounded lawyerly.  Refusing one looks exclusionary, but two? Not so much. Honestly, I was shocked and surprised at her lack of empathy. I sent another email to Rosen asking, "How could FIVE more-minutes matter?  I was ignored. Me… a lonely flea to be pushed away crushed if necessary and put in "my place."   End of discussion.

My niece kept bugging me, and I told her it wasn't possible, and no one understood why it wasn't possible. Me, my husband, her mother, father, any rational person.  And my ah-ha moment. Something was simmering in the board's "power struggle pot." It was inconceivable that an organization that nurtures women writers was making a ten-minute restriction an issue.  "Oh," I thought to myself. And the mantra repeated in my head; "rule of law, the rule of law says not 5 MINUTES MORE.

Where had I heard that before?"

And I was ashamed of the board that represented me.  Even behind a backdrop COVID, of black men being executed in the street, the horror on my nieces face, our fear for her brother my nephew, and the tragedy of her giddiness with the possibility that her work might be read in front of some solid professional women writers. The "rule of law" the hour restriction was summarily enforced without a smidgen of learning, thinking, empathizing, or acting. Well, "acting" not so much. They "acted" by THEIR Rule of Law. And to add insult to injury, Baron arbitrarily extended the meeting by 10 minutes to make announcements.

And I thought, maybe it was because I said I wanted to run for president, perhaps I wasn't the right religion or have a similar cultural background, or maybe the WNBA of South Florida was suddenly following "the rule of law" culture, and I just clued in. I thought back to the task I was assigned last year. I was to book a dinner for 30 members, which seems easy enough, except the restaurant didn't take reservations, and so if we got there and there were no tables, it would be on me.  And Baron knew that before I was assigned the task. I crazy called-the restaurant every day, frantic with the possibility that there would be no tables left! Didn't happen, but it could of.  Mean or mistake? Humm. Unnecessarily stressful? Yes.

But this wasn't about me. It was about my niece and the white woman who made the rules and a white Aunt who informed her of them. So we sat on the sidelines while wonderful writers read their wonderful words. The meeting ended at 7:40 instead of 7:30, with President Andrea Baron quickly explaining that adhering to the hour time frame was of utmost importance.  So my niece and I both recoiled, disappointed, and hurt, and she turned to me and said, "Auntie Kay, don't be sad. They're just mean girls. I'll read to you, and you read to me," and we did.

Because of the lack of kindness and tolerance that trickled down from the top too long from those in a position of power, a kind group of women writers has become blemished as intolerant exclusionary, and unkind. 

What happened to Learn. Think. Empathize. Act? 

And guess what? Ms. Rosen was first up to read, promote her book. Eyeroll.

In this  new cultural climate of organizational change, here's how that could have been handled. First, no question in my mind that the 5 MINUTE extension should have happened regardless of color. 

OR 

Baron who shamelessly broke her own "rule of law" and added a sacred 10 minutes for announcements when she could have sent an email with that info and given the members extra minutes.

OR 

Maybe with an announcement that those attendees who could not take more than an hour without having a nervous breakdown could exit the meeting at their leisure. 

OR

Vice-President Rosen should have given her spot to a member (having another reading the next day).

OR

 How about a simple apology, an acknowledgment of an error or judgment to myself and the members. It could have gone something like this; The board apologizes for refusing to extend the meeting 10 minutes. We didn't have a valid reason. It came across as petty, mean, and flew in the face of the WNBA mandate. So we would like to reschedule another mic night for July 15th. Thoughts?

You guessed it. Not even an effort was made.

 

Maybe it's time to require board members of all the chapters to get some training on what it means to: Learn. Think. Empathize. Act. Because the South Florida Chapter not only missed the boat, they kicked it away from shore.

And it gets better. The excuse they gave?  Enter the corporate-speak world. Baron stated that in her experience conducting a Zoom meeting over an hour was tiring."

Ok…which made me wonder how  Baron come to that conclusion? How many meetings had Baron attended and asked that question?  Ouch! Smack on my nose.  Then came the blame-mongering. Pointing the finger. It was my fault. I should have signed up sooner. And finally, the most abusive corporate technique of all. Make a wall of silence, identify an upstart, and shut her down.

And then came the snub. What? End of discussion?  My emails were not answered. My request was ignored. I was politely afforded an insulting placating promise to let me read at an undetermined time at an undetermined date.  But I am a determined writer, "ends of discussions" never sit well with me because it's a way of keeping people "in their place." That creates a culture of "power struggle." In this case, Baron and Rosen have the power, and I have the struggle to fight to be respected and heard. As a paying member, I have the right to influence change, be open and transparent, engage in discussion, and point out flaws (including my own) with the optic of creating a better environment, a nurturing and positive, and inspiring environment as a women writer who practices a lonely craft. In other words: Learn. Think. Empathize. Act.

 Power struggle. This is a prime example of what the "systemic" part of racism means how it functions within board structures, purposely ignoring mandates put in place to avoid this.  And although I am not black or brown, I was excluded and could be explained away as a "troublemaker me" or, better yet, "if you don't like it leave." But my niece is black,  and I wanted her to know her aunt has her back.

Although the South Florida chapter of the WNBA is a microcosm of where power struggle exists, I feel  Baron and Rosen have shown a concerted commitment to propagate and preserve a cultural mentality that promotes exclusion and isolation. This subtle yet effective method is what the Black Lives Matter Movement is railing against. It is systemic, whether that be racism or sexism or anything else that excludes others subtly through archaic institutional structures, and there are catchphrases and buzz words and clues dressed up as future promises, no open dialogue, no apologies, and the effective "end of discussion."  To live in this historic moment means that it is all of our responsibility to root it out, cut it to the quick whenever we see it, in whatever minor form because systemic communication that is left unchecked will overflow into the wonderful new world that so many of us are striving to reinvent.   

Out with the old in with the new. This unstoppable tsunami terrifies many organizations and exhilarates others. Diversity and inclusion is the first thing that the South Florida Chapter must commit to. The average age is 60 ish, and all the members (that I have seen) are white with a cultural majority.   This is NOT a reflection of the members. This comes from the top. The members are a group of women who could be extraordinary mentors and teachers to writers in our community. The fact that Delray Beaches sister-city is Haiti, there is ample opportunity for them to impact the future of women writers in an awesome way. There is more than enough money to sponsor young women with scholarships. As it stands, the board is not identifying, encouraging, or opening any dialogue with its members on outreach strategies.   I feel that occurs because  Baron and Rosen have secured themselves on-board positions as entitlements or steppingstones to promote their personal books and agendas rather than tend to the "minor" needs of minor paying members like myself.

Here's my take:

Writers are a group that will claw their way to the top (no shame in that) and for which Rosen has a particular talent. I feel it’s a conflict of interest for her to be Vice- President and use that platform for self-promotion and to sell books at a local bookstore using her status instead of promoting members. Furthermore, she is also Secretary of the National Association, where she was recently a guest on a writer's panel promoted nationally.  Ethical questions swirl. Favoritism, nepotism?  Appearances matter.  The fact that Rosen holds two positions on two boards within the same organization should not be tolerated (there must be some by-laws about this). She should resign immediately from at least one and commit to promoting members' needs over her own.   

 And Ms. Baron? She should reexamine her role, engage in training and education on how to act in tandem with the national mandate.  Is she capable of pushing the organization forward?

Just aside:

Before I published this article, I made a point of trying to "learn" about the reasons that Ms. Baron And Ms. Rosen made their decision. I thought about why they chose that route, and I empathized with them. It may be an educational issue that requires internal training and a weekend workshop. And I've acted by publishing this article and reaching out to Baron and Rosen only to be dismissed.  I've also acted with suggestions on how moving forward, the South Florida Chapter of the WNBA can be an example of fortitude, courage, inclusiveness, and love for young writers.

 Learn. Think. Empathize. Act. 












Tuesday, March 2, 2021

Joseph John Holosko and his Family and Grandmother






This was the original picture of my grandparents John and Francis Holosko, (Kryshic) Emil my fathers younger brother, his sister Stella and Fred a relative John Holosko brought from Ukraine.



See father, mother, Fred Emil

Mother again











 

Sunday, February 28, 2021

Traditional Armenian Dishes, Kyufta and Gata

 Did you know Honiton Lace  is still sold today? Visit their official website at Honiton Lace. and although it's pricey (as it should be)  you can purchase an heirloom for your own family!

Below are two example of other Honiton Lace Collars and a picture of Queen Victoria and Prince Albert on their wedding day. Her gown is made with Honiton Lace.







Queen Victoria and Prince Albert

Enjoy two Armenian traditional recipes. Preparing Armenian food is challenging and not for the faint of heart. 

Did you know that the national fruit of Armenia is the Apricot?

The first recipe is for Kyufta, a main course. Middle Eastern countries have their own take on the classic kyufta, but the Armenian version can be made with lightly spiced minced meat, and a twist  molasses and brown sugar. There are may different version. 

The second dish is an exotic desert called Gata an Armenian favorite,  Shape and size varies from region to region. It's a sweet bread-like cake egg-rich and syrupy usually served with a thick dark strong cup of surj. (coffee) Enjoy! 

INGREDIENTS for Kyufta






1 1/2              lb. ground land or beef

1                     lb. ground lamb or beef. Set aside  

2 cups             cracked wheat find ground (bulger)

1                     large onion, minced

1/2  cup          parsley, minced

1                     teaspoon salt

2                     teaspoon salt

2                     garlic cloves

1/2                  teaspoon of molasses

1/2                  teaspoon of brown sugar

1/2                  teaspoon black pepper

2                     quarts broth, beef or 2 quarts chicken


DIRECTIONS

For the outside shell, mix 1 1/2 lbs ground lamb, bulgar, onion, 1 teaspoon of salt pepper, molasses and parsley together with 1 cup water. Knead until it becomes cohesive and dough like.

Set aside and brown 1 lb lamb with a large minced onion until meat is cooked. Add parsley, salt and pepper a teaspoon of brown sugar and cool.
 
In the meantime, roll outside shell mixture into balls the size of a small egg. Use a bowl of ice water to keep mixture from sticking to your hands. Shape into cups by inserting your thumb into the ball and rotating it in your opposite hand until you form a thin shell. Keep wetting your hands in the ice water to keep shell from cracking. 

Fill shell with cooked meat mixture, about 1 tablespoon, close shell, wetting hands with ice water, and seal opening. 

Set aside on a sheet pan, continue to roll balls. Place tray in refrigerator to chill.
Boil 2 quarts of broth. Add meatballs and cook them 10 minutes or until they rise to the top 
You can serve this with plain yogurt on the side.
  
Thanks to food.com.

ENJOY!


TRADITIONAL DESERT                    GATA



Dough

16 ounces      full-fat sour cream

1                     teaspoon baking soda

1                     teaspoon baking powder

4                     cups all purpose flower

2 1/4               sticks unsalted butter, cold, cut into 1 tablespoon-sized pieces


Filling

1/ 1/2               cups all purpose flower

1 1/2                sticks of unsalted butter, cold, cut into 1 tablespoon-sized pieces. 

1 1/2                cups granulated sugar

1                      teaspoon pure vanilla extract      
 

To Finish                                  

 Egg chalaza removed (thick white part by the yolk-use the egg shell to remove it, beaten.


Dough

1.    The dough needs to be made the day or night before you assemble and bake your gata. Start by adding the baking soda and baking powder to the sour cream and mix it until thoroughly combined set aside.

2.    Add half the flour and half the butter to the bowl of a food processor (if you have a really large food processor bowl you can do it all at once, but it's best to split it up). Pulse the mixture several times until it looks sandy and contains small pea-sized bits of butter.

3.   Add half the sour cream mixture and mix until it comes together into a doughy mass. Remove the dough to a lightly flowered cutting board or work surface and repeat with the remaining flour, butter and sour cream mixture in the food processor. Add the other half of the dough to the dough already on the work surface and gently press it together to from a single dough (do not knead it, but just absorb one dough half into the other).

4. Cut the dough into four equal parts. One at a time, on a lightly floured surface, use your hands to press each dough piece flat about 1/2 inch thick, then fold it together like a letter, turn 90 degrees and fold again into thirds to yield a perfect square. Use your hands to straighten the edges and make sure the corners are relatively sharp. Wrap in plastic wrap and place in an air-tight container. Repeat with the three other pieces of dough and add them to the air-tight container. Cover and refrigerate overnight. 

Filling            ("Khoreeze"):

1.    The following day, make the filling. Add the flour and the butter to the bowl of a food processor and pulse the mixture several times until it looks sandy and contains small pea-sized bits of butter. Add the sugar and vanilla and quickly pulse just a few more times to combine, but not enough to form a dough. Pour this crumble filling into a wide, flat bowl and use a large spoon to divide it into four quadrants (just draw lines). Set aside. 

Assembly

1.    Preheat the oven to 350 F with the oven rack in the center. Line three baking sheets with parchment paper and set aside. 

2.     Remove dough squares from the refrigerator at a time. Lightly flour a work surface and gently  roll out of of the dough squares into a rectangle about 1 1/16th inch thick and about with dimensions of about 12-by-15 inches (doesn't have to be perfect.) Do your best to create straight edges and corners for your rectangle, and an even thickness dusting with minimal flour as necessary. Arrange the rectangle so the longest edge is facing you with the shorter edges on either side. 

3.     Add 1/4 of the filling to the rectangle and use your hands to spread it over the surface, leaving about 1-inch border at the furthest edge clear of filling, but otherwise spreading the filling from the edge to edge. Use the palms of your hands to firmly press the filling into the dough. this will make it easier to roll without the filling falling out too much. 

4.    Beginning with the edge closest to you start rolling the dough tightly. Sometimes it's easier to simply make a small fold across the length, using your dough scraper for assistance, and then continue with the rolling. When finished rolling gently press the top of the roll to help seal.

5.     Carefully move your roll to a clean piece of parchment or wax paper on your work surface. Lay it diagonally if you must so it doesn't hang off the edges. Use your rolling pin to gently flatten the roll starting at the center and moving outward, and then again starting at the center and moving outward in the opposite direction. You are not rolling it out, but just using the natural momentum of the rolling pin to flatten it so it's not rounded like a jelly roll .

6.    Brush the top and sides of the roll with the beaten egg. Use a serrated vegetable cutter (if you have one- and if not a dough scrapper will work but won't yield the pretty serrated edges to cut the dough into 1 1/14-inch slices. Very gently use a small spatula or your dough scraper to remove each piece to the prepared pans. The end pieces aren't pretty but will still be delicious for the chef, so make sure you add those to your pan as well.  

7.     When finished with the first roll, dump any extra crumbs from your parchment paper (as long as they're not eggy) back into the bowl of filling, and use your dough scraper to clean any extra crumbs from your original work surface and add those back to the bowl as well. 

8.    Repeat the process with the remaining dough squared on your clean, lightly flowered work surface (you can fold the parchment in half lengthwise and reuse it again once more, and then start fresh on dough # 3 with a clean piece).

Baking and Finishing

1.    Bake the gata one tray at a time for about 25-35 minutes, rotating the pan from front to back about halfway through baking, until the tops are dark golden brown, and the dough on the sides is no longer pasty looking, and appears to be cooked through (it may even start to look slightly golden). Remove from the oven and replace with the next pan of gata. Repeat the baking process until all pans are baked, one at a time. 

2.     Cook the gata completely before removing from the baking sheets. To store, place them either on a large baking sheet pan, or serving dish.  Cover with a large tea towel as opposed to foil or plastic wrap, which will cause the gata to soften. 

3.      You may freeze the gata in a sealed container lined with parchment or wax paper on the bottom, on top, and in between the layers. Refresh the thawed gata, if needed in a 350F oven for about 5 minutes or until they are heated through. This will help re-crisp them if they have softened (you can also use this trick if your gata softens after a few days of standard storage). The final result should be crisp on the outside, and flaky throughout. 

Thanks to mission-food.com

ENJOY!  



Tuesday, February 9, 2021

Poem: You never thought you'd die in the sky


 

This type of poetry is called “Animal Activist Poetry.” I speak for those who cannot speak for themselves.

You never thought you’d die in the sky

When it showered her beams through your watery home.

When it made you warm and grew your little ones.

You never thought you’d die in the sky. How was that even possible?

Many times you jumped out of the water to catch a bug the sky would light blue into your eyes. 

A special place you loved that sky and the way it cleared a path to the sun.

You never thought you’d die in the sky

You loved the sky the sky loved you

you lived in the water it lived above the land

miles and miles from where you are now.

You never thought you die in the sky

Until they came with nets and boats that screamed in your ears till you went deaf.

When you were sleeping

When you were sleeping

and up into that net and into the air and slowly they strangled your body flipping and lurching in an epileptic fit a gruesome dance to put yourself back to where you can breathe.

Can’t breathe can’t breathe suffocation.

Who knew it took so long. 

And when a they threw you in a galley of ice with thousands of your friends, the last thing you saw out of the one eye that hadn’t burst was the sky.

You see little fish you died in the sky

and you’ll never know why.

But I give it to you straight. Some person decided that they wanted to take your flesh and burn it on a hot pan and then put into their mouths so they could say ummmm and then take a crap later that night.

I’m sorry dear fish you had to die in the sky, For a mouth a stomach and a couple of chews. You were much more then that and I honor you.