How to interact with people who have food allergies-5 rules

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1. Your right to eat a cupcake does not trump someone else’s right to NOT DIE. Think about this before you complain.

This goes for your kids, too. Do not bitch to your friends about how school is no longer fun for your child because all some parents care about is suing, and now they can’t have birthday parties in the classroom. Because suing a school is the first thing on a parent’s mind when they have a kid with an allergy. Of course it is. Not the image of their kid on the floor turning blue and dying because someone ate a peanut butter sandwich at the same table and cross-contaminated the surface.

PS: I thought school was where you went to learn stuff like science and math and how to not be stupid, but apparently it’s the place where you go to have fun. My bad.

2. No, you can’t tell if there’s some trace allergen in that food just by taste. Do not assume it’s safe for your buddy.

Seriously. My nephew is allergic to casein (milk protein). It’s in things you would never expect. Like hot dogs. Do NOT make fun of or take lightly those people who tell you that they or their child is allergic to something. I don’t care how idiotic and not fun you think it is. Trips to the emergency room with possible death at the end aren’t fun either. Sometimes you can’t even trust the labels on food products. When in doubt, people with allergies just don’t eat. We tend to pack our own backup food. So don’t take a bite of that cookie your bff baked and be all like “I can’t taste any almonds in this, I’m sure it’s safe.” and then press it upon the person you supposedly care about.

Also, please realize that some people react to a food allergen by inhaling it. Don’t wave your sandwich of death under your friend’s nose.

3. Do not assume that vacuuming a chair will de-allergen it.

It doesn’t. It really, really doesn’t. Cat dander, peanut dust, and other allergens look at your vacuum cleaner and LAUGH. Hives and swelling and a mad search for one’s emergency meds have taught me this.

4. Do not offer food to anyone without first checking for food allergies/sensitivities/medical issues.

I have food allergies. My mom has food allergies. I have two kids and a nephew with food allergies. I have a friend who is a vegetarian. The neighbor’s grandkid has diabetes. It’s only polite to offer food, sure, but not until you have asked about any issues someone might have. You can’t just give a kid with diabetes a cupcake whenever the mood strikes. Likewise, you can’t just assume that your famous chicken casserole will be a smash hit. Some people really don’t eat meat. Some people DIE when they eat a peanut. So please, just ask first.

5. Banning common allergens from public spaces is not stupid and please don’t insist that it is.

You know how you thought it was dumb when they made us all start wearing seat belts? And when they started putting air bags in cars? That is, until your Aunt Berry-Boo or whoever lived through that terrible accident because she was wearing her seat belt? Yeah, exactly. What about banning smoking in public places? Because second-hand smoke health issues are a myth, right? Yeah, no. Banning peanuts and other common allergens from school or airplanes or wherever is not the end of the world. You can still eat that peanut (smoke that cig) at home. Kids are not at school all the time and you probably don’t live on a plane, so please stop ranting about how your right to stuff your face (or your lungs) is being taken from you. Feel free to go home and eat until your stomach explodes.

PS-Yes, I know that number 5 is kind of a continuation of number 1, but the rude behavior regarding allergies is so pervasive I thought it bore mentioning twice.

Poem Spark Mar 18, 2013: modeled poems

Greetings and salutations!

One of the best ways to learn as a writer is through reading. All of us have probably picked up a book of poems at one time or another and read through them in a frenzy, thinking all along: how did she do that? I want to write like her.

I’ve had this happen to me numerous times. Carolyn Forché, Jack Gilbert, William Carlos Williams, Robert Frost—these are all people whose work I learned from, especially when I first began writing. I didn’t know how to rhyme properly, didn’t know how to use meter, or imagery, or narrative. Each of these poets taught me something about all of that, and it wasn’t until I’d been writing and reading for a few years that I truly began to break away from modeling my work on theirs and developed my own voice.

Even so, sometimes I find it invaluable to go back and read a poem or two by someone else, then try to model a poem after a piece of imagery or sound that I particularly liked.

Your spark for today: write a poem in the style of your favorite poem. Have fun and be creative. Good luck!

Spotlight: Blood Hex by Erin Butler – cover reveal

Hi all! Now that I’m part of the Evernight Teen family, I’m going to be doing the occasional post spotlighting the other young adult authors in the family. My very first Spotlight is for Erin Butler, the author of what looks to be a fabulous young adult novel releasing March 29, 2013 from Evernight Publishing: Blood Hex.

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Two girls. Four centuries. One curse.

Isabella started it–all because a boy fell in love with her–but it ends with Sarah.

They meet in secret, Isabella and Thomas, during the witching hours while the rest of the villagers hide behind locked doors. And even though she’s scared, she wants Thomas more. He’ll protect her from the night, from his father who’ll decide her future, from the paranoia-fueled hunting parties taking away innocents.

Centuries later, seventeen-year old Sarah runs away to an aunt she never knew she had. Her dad? Dead. Her mother? A liar. All she wants is memories of a father she never got–memories her mom refused to give her–memories she is determined to get from her aunt, her father’s journal, and a town full of crazies.

What she discovers is her father’s death isn’t as innocent as everybody claims, and everyone–the Wiccans, the townies, even her quasi-boyfriend–all seem to be hiding something. The secret the history-rich town lives to keep entangles Sarah into a centuries old witch curse.

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Author details:

Erin Butler’s website

Erin Butler at Goodreads

First Crocus — March 14, 2013

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Today is the day! The first crocus in my garden bloomed. Of course I must post my 2006 poem in honor of the occasion:

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First Crocus

This morning, flowers cracked open
the earth’s brown shell. Spring
leaves spilled everywhere
though winter’s stern hand
could come down again at any moment
to break the delicate yolk
of a new bloom.

The crocus don’t see this as they chatter
beneath a cheerful petal of spring sky.
They ignore the air’s brisk arm
as they peer at their fresh stems, step
on the leftover fragments
of old leaves.

When the night wind twists them to pieces,
they will die like this: laughing,
tossing their brilliant heads
in the bitter air.

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© Christine Klocek-Lim

first appeared: About.com: Poetry, Spring Poems Anthology, March 22, 2007.

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Disintegrate – coming May 2013 from Evernight Teen

I can finally announce the fabulous news I’ve been sitting on for more than a week: I’ve signed a contract with Evernight Teen to publish my young adult novel, Disintegrate! It will be coming out in May 2013 in both print and e-book format.

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Disintegrate, releasing May 2013!

  • Young Adult, Paranormal, Suspense
  • Word Count: 51,000
  • Published By: Evernight Teen

Description:

Emily just wanted a normal life: a boyfriend, college, two parents who loved her. Instead, her dad disappeared when she was fourteen and her life at college is anything but ordinary.

When you can manipulate matter like putty and you have no idea why, how do you pretend to be like everyone else? What happens when you meet a guy who has the same powers? Do you trust him to help you find the answers you need?

Emily desperately wants to believe that Jax can help, but the stakes grow higher than she’d ever expected: someone is after them and they’re not afraid to use violence to get what they want.

Love poem for Valentine’s Day – Rumba-lady’s wrap

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Rumba — lady’s wrap

I’m a fox and he has his hands
on me. I step back, wild.
He moves closer, twists somehow
and I’m curled in his arm,
walking forward.

I have no idea how I got here.

She says, now turn her again
and he unwraps me like a candied chocolate.
An exotic pear, un-netted.
A hairpin slipped loose.
I try to dance away
but he catches me
easily.

I’d say I was lost but it would be a lie.
The music is a leash and he is
turning me again.
I’m trapped
against his other side, walking backwards,
dizzy as a maple seed.
He pivots
and I follow.
I am a kite on a string.
Horse and halter. He smiles into the wind
and I let him let me go
into a double chassé.
Suddenly I am a stray balloon.
A missing key.

A dropped penny, desperate for him
to scoop me back up.

first appeared in Diode v5n2

Poet in Residence at Touch: The Journal of Healing

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For the past year, I have had the privilege of writing for Touch: The Journal of Healing as its Poet in Residence. I wrote a series of three essays focusing on the journals concept of Evolution into Insight: Experience. Intent. Craft.

It has been my pleasure to work with the editors, O.P.W. Fredericks and Daniel Milbo. Their friendship and editorial insight elevated my prose in a way I couldn’t have managed on my own.

If you’d like to read the essays, here are links to all three.

Experience – Evolution into Insight

Intent

Craft

How to break everything electronic

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For the first time in my life, I managed to make enough money writing to buy myself a new computer (mostly because I didn’t have to buy food with the money). I didn’t need a new computer. I have a perfectly awesome desktop computer which has served me well (an iMac): namely, it enabled my writing, which enabled my ability to buy its smaller and sleeker sibling-a MacBook Air.

The laptop is incredible. I love it. It’s going to help me write more stuff, more often, more places, which is cool.

What’s not cool is the hideous technology fail in which I unwittingly embroiled my husband and I this weekend. See, I’ve been using computers since 1987. This means that not only do I have a million email accounts, I also have two Apple IDs. This has been driving me crazy for years. This weekend we tried to merge them (an impossibility, but moving all my shit to one iCloud/Apple ID was possible). It all went pretty smoothly, until our calendars refused to share.

My husband, who is an extremely awesome dude, spent several hours on the phone with Apple’s customer support. Now, you must understand, my husband DESIGNS software/hardware for a living. Usually, he makes electronic devices beg for mercy when they give us trouble, but this problem refused to go belly up. After hours on the phone and countless insane attempts at stabbing in the dark, we left the Apple folks stymied. They think it is a bug in iCloud and have passed on all our data to their engineers who will debug the issue.

Let me reiterate: I broke Apple’s iCloud.

They will be calling us back after they reprogram the world.

Anyway, through all this, I have to admit, Apple’s support was top-notch. They didn’t assume we had no idea how to turn on our stuff. They didn’t assume we broke our stuff by pouring coffee on it. They ASKED MY HUSBAND for advice about password storage. So, you know, that was kind of funny.

I still love my new laptop. Or netbook. Or ultra-whatever-the-heck you want to call it. I’m sitting on my dining room sofa composing this post and it’s cool, so, it’s doing its job brilliantly. My neck thanks me.

Poem Spark Jan 14, 2013: website of the day poems

Greetings and salutations!

The internet is a fantastic resource for those of us surfing around in the arts. It hold vast amounts of information, makes research easier, and connects us with readers and other artists. One of my favorite ways of building a poem comes from perusing the Astronomy Picture of the Day Archive, or APOD for short. Every day NASA posts a new picture of our cosmos (and sometimes our planet) with a brief explanation from a professional photographer and additional links. I wrote an entire collection of poems using this resource.

Another great one to visit is National Geographic’s Photo of the Day site. Every day they post something fascinating: a picture of tadpoles, or snow, or people in Siberia. I can’t believe the beauty of some of the pictures, but there are others whose story transcends art and tells me something I didn’t know about life.

Another fantastic site is PostSecret. Every Sunday, the people behind this blog post a number of homemade postcards they’ve received in the mail from strangers—each one contains a secret. Some of them are funny, and some of them are sad, and a few are incredibly painful. Each time I visit this site, I come away with a deeper understanding of why I wanted to become a writer in the first place. There is something about the raw emotion in each of the exposed secrets that helps me to keep in mind that poetry should say something useful or difficult, or amusing and witty. It should never be just an exercise.

Last but not least, I’d like to recommend Poetry Daily. Sometimes the best poems are written based on an inspiration from another poem. Poets use lines, words, images and more from each other’s work. I’ve seen entire poems created with the lines of other poets’ poems.

Your spark for today: write a poem based on an image, idea, or poem from a website. Have fun and be creative. Good luck!