Another show at Brooklyn Artists Gym by Cordula Volkening, the artist who was diagnosed wth advanced brain cancer last year. The BAG gallery is located at 168 7th Street between 3rd and 2nd Avenue in the Park Slope/Gowanus area.

Volkening was on the Park Slope 100 in 2007 and is a real hero in my book, a wild, brave heart, for not letting her disease get in the way of her desire to make paintings. Sadly, the tumor make it impossible for her to speak.

And her paintings are really striking. Here’s the blurb from BAG:

Cordula Volkening has been working as an artist and designer for 35 years. “Mit Meinem Wilden Herzen” is her second show at BAG. It is named for a Rilke poem and roughly translates from German as “in my wildest/bravest heart.”

Cordula was diagnosed with advanced brain cancer last September. She has undergone two rounds of brain surgery and is currently in an experimental clinical trial. The tumor has impaired her ability to speak, but as her friend photographer Stefan Falke says, the effects of the cancer and the treatments have “not kept her from continuously creating great art.”

Cordula was born and raised in Germany and has lived in Brooklyn since 1985. She holds a degree in fine art from the School of Art and Design in Kiel, Germany. She has had solo and group shows and has won fellowships and various awards for her work. Her first show at Brooklyn Artists Gym took place last December and was called “YOU: Would you like an invitation to my destination?” She is the owner of Living Art Space, a design and construction management firm.

Cordula considers her style to be “a unique kind of visual storytelling … My work as an artist is to supply language that is unpretentious and allow stories to be told without using tried-out recipes. Once the visuals are created, I become a viewer just like anybody else and surrender to the unique response that each visual solicits.”

My work as an artist is to supply language that is unpretentious and allow stories to be told without using tried-out recipes. Once the visuals are created, I become a viewer just like anybody else and surrender to the unique response that each visual solicits. more..

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OSFO soldiers on but it’s her mom who is beginning to weary of this whole matter. No being on any middle school master list is very frustrating. It’s like we don’t exist. Bureaucracies are so good at extinguishing people. Poof, you’re gone. You don’t exist.

This afternoon I spent some time in the guidance counselor’s office at PS 321. She is almost as frustrated as I am as she’s been trying to reach the principal of one of the schools that OSFO applied to to see if she is on their list. I heard her leave a message and specifically spell out OSFO’s name.

She told me: “Maybe you’ll get the letter this weekend.” You can imagine that I am a bit dubious.

So far her calls have not been returned and District 15 seems not to be returning calls.

On another note, people are receiving their letters. Woo hoo: there really are letters after all. As I reported earlier, one family received two letters for one child (one said she got into a school she didn’t apply to; the other said she wasn’t placed).

Another family found out today that their daughter is, in fact, on the data base in another district.

While I was in the office with another parent and child who are are on NO LIST, a girl came running into the office with her dad and a gaggle of friends.

“Where did I get in?” she asked. Her friends stood by excitedly while the guidance counselor checked the list.

The girl’s name was there and she got into the school she wanted to. Their were screams, hugs, and yelps.

I told them to leave the room because it seemed unkind to the young girl in the office who still doesn’t know where she’s going. She was a very cute girl.

“All my friends are saying where they’re going. I keep wondering where I’m going next year,” she told me.

She seemed resilient and upbeat. I admired her for that and was glad that the sqealing girls left the room.

In all the many years that this guidance counselor has been working at PS 321, she’s never had to be the one to personally tell parents where their children got in.

Except for one year when the Education Department sent the acceptance letters to the school, the letters always go home. Last year the problem was that the parents got their letters before the guidance counselor got the list; she found that frustrating when the parents needed her assistance.

Because things were centralized this year — pre-K, middle school and high school were all handled out of one office—there have been many problems. As the director of OSEPO told the New York Times:

“Part of the challenge is that we took on about 28 individual district processes and created a standardized timeline,” said Elizabeth Sciabarra, the director of the Office of Student Enrollment, Planning and Operations, referring to how middle school admissions were changed. Her office, which handles high school admissions, added prekindergarten admissions and notification of middle school admissions this year. “I know that there are parents who are upset that they haven’t gotten a letter yet. Rest assured they will by the end of the week, and we have committed to parents we will work to get this done earlier next year.”

Another problem I am hearing about is children being placed in schools they didn’t apply to. The guidance counselor tells me that the Education Department reserves the right to place a child in a school that is not on their list if necessary.

This is outrageous. The school asks parents to carefully select the right school for their children and do whatever those schools require for entrance. Children with their parents go to open houses, small tours, fill out applications, audition, do interviews.

To be treated like this is a slap in the face.

On June 12th, Brooklyn Reading Works presents the annual reading of the 808 Union Writers group at the Old Stone House on Thursday, June 12th at 8 p.m. There is a suggested donation of $5 to support Brooklyn Reading Works. There will also be wine and light refreshments.

The group met at The Dance Studio at 808 Union Street at one time—so that’s why we called ourselves 808 Union). But now that’s Kidsville so we don’t meet there anymore. Jokingly we call ourselves Writers and Drinkers because we usually go out afterward for drinks. Actually, Hepcat coined that prases.

Now we meet in The Montauk Club so we are renaming the group Montauk Basement not that that matters.

But We Are an awesome group that’s been in existence for more than ten years. It’s usually a great reading, a diverse ride, a fun night.

There’s Louise Crawford, who runs OTBKB, is the Smartmom columnist for the Brooklyn Paper and the author of The Last Sublet, a novel about a serial subletter.

Barbara Ensor, author of Cinderella, As If You Didn’t Already Know the Story and Thumbelina, Tiny Runaway Bride

Marian Fontana, author of A Widows Walk: A Memoir of 9/11 and the forthcoming "The Middle of the Bed"

Jeffrey M. Jones, author of the plays, Crazy Plays, The Endless Adventures of M C Kat, and Tomorrowland.

Wendy Ponte, PS…I Love You columnist for the Brooklyn Paper, author of Having a Baby…Naturally, and contributing editor for Mothering Magazine.

Rosemary Moore, an award-winning playwright, who’s play, The Pain of Pink Evenings, was included in Best American Short Plays of  2000-2001.

NY1 reports that the City Council wants to crack down on grocers who gouge customers on milk prices. Speaker Christine Quinn says a majority of retailers are overcharging consumers.

Nice.

86% of stores overcharge by at least 40 cents.

Quinn says there’s a need for better enforcement of the Milk Price Gouging Law, which links the price of milk to the cost of producing it.

For those who are spending a fortune on organic milk (over $4 a half gallon), check out what regular milk is supposed to cost: for June, the maximum amount retailers can charge for a gallon of milk is $3.93 cents, a half-gallon is $2.01 and the price for a quart of milk is set at $1.04.

Is anyone watching the price of organic milk?

Customers can call a hotline set up for reporting problems at 518-457-5731

So now I’m the poster-parent for the poster-child, who isn’t on the DOE’s middle school list. At Parents as Reading Partners, PS 321’s monthly open school hour for parents, everyone wanted to know: So did things work out? Did you get your letter?

Some people looked very sorry for me with their sad, long faces. Others looked guilty when they congratulated others. Like, oops, sorry you have nothing to be congratulated about.

One friend said jokingly,  "I hear you’re homeschooling." Another friend said, "How are you holding up?" And I feigned being weak in the knees.

"They messed with the wrong woman," someone else said. Still others wanted to know what I was going to do.

I’m going to do what I always do: find the words to tell the tale.

I ran into the guidance counselor in the administration office and asked if she’d gotten to the bottom of the matter.

"Not yet," she said.

She told me to check back in at the end of the day. Yeah, like, hey that was what I was planning on doing. She said that there were 20 people who had major problems connected with the admissions process: that’s 10% of the class. 

Some kids were assigned to a school in Red Hook that no one in the fifth grade even applied to. There was some anger about that. I suspect there’s a big story there. 

None of the so-called special needs kids were assigned. The acronym for that is CTT or Collaborative Team Teaching. It’s an inclusion class that has a mix of special needs and general education kids — so that’s unresolved as yet.

No one has heard from Mark Twain, the gifted and talented middle school in Coney Island. NEST, a school on the Lower East Side popular with PS 321 parents had its own snafu. They sent out rejection letters to some kids that they meant to accept. They tried to intercede in advance. One friend got a phone call on Friday telling her to disregard the rejection letter she never received.

This happened to another family I know, too. That family did receive the rejection. Oops.

And then there are people like us. We’ve been disappeared from the list entirely. N’existe pas (pardon my French).

Problems all around. Like that person said, "They messed with the wrong woman!"

It’s National Doughnut Day 2008 at Krispy Kreme. Hepcat thinks it’s in  honor of his birthday.

Shhhh: Don’t dispel him of this delusion.

Photo by on the move

This morning browsing the websites of various music acts (Mountain Goats, Black Lips, Lucy Roche Wainwright, The Roches) I came upon this Dictionary of Music Business Terminology on the Roches website. It’s kind of depressing but might be interesting/funny to some OTBKB readers.

I also found out that Terre Roche and Marian Wilson will lead a group in singing folksongs, rounds, and other goodies in beautiful Robert Wagner Park at Battery Park City on June 13th and June 27th from 7 until 8:30. “Everyone is welcome! Come sing, listen, play frisbee, or even just fall asleep on the grass among friends as the sun goes down over the river. (We’ll make sure someone wakes you up and sends you home at the end).”

Another thing I found out: Terre Roche gives guitar lessons. Yes. That’s right. All this and more on their website.

If you don’t know The Roches check out their self-named album from 1979. It is probably one of my fave LPs ever. Smart folk produced by Robert Fripp.

I like this description by Francis Karsten:

With a series of ’80s albums for Warner Brothers, Maggie, Terri, and Suzzy Roche invented a tart fusion of barber shop, doowop, and vaguely Celtic singing styles. Their voices could rise and dart around each other with the instinct only sisters possess, and their original material is by turn strangely funny and darkly evasive. Produced by the surprising choice of experimental guitarist Robert Fripp, the debut is their freshest recording, and a good avenue for new listeners to enter their captivating vocal world

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About the dictionary:

Compiled way back in the last century but perhaps still relevant, here are some helpful definitions for up and coming musicians and performers. They are the sort of thing you might hear coming out of the mouths of record company executives, club owners, agents, managers and record producers. We have found it helpful during our long career to be able to understand what people are really saying in a business context. We offer these to everyone who has the inclination to venture into the field of music.

On the left is the actual phrase that comes out of the person’s mouth. On the right is the meaning of that phrase.

Here’s an excerpt from the article in Friday’s New York Times’ about the pre-K and middle school admissions mishaps. The story was written by Jennifer Medina and it includes a paragraph about our being left off the list entirely. She called me this evening to find out our status. “Still waiting,” I said.

Middle school admissions notifications have been delayed, leaving parents frustrated and unable to plan for next year, especially if their children do not get their first choice.

“Part of the challenge is that we took on about 28 individual district processes and created a standardized timeline,” said Elizabeth Sciabarra, the director of the Office of Student Enrollment, Planning and Operations, referring to how middle school admissions were changed. Her office, which handles high school admissions, added prekindergarten admissions and notification of middle school admissions this year. “I know that there are parents who are upset that they haven’t gotten a letter yet. Rest assured they will by the end of the week, and we have committed to parents we will work to get this done earlier next year.”

In years past, neighborhood districts set their own calendars for middle school admissions; this year, the city placed all middle schools on the same timeline, although admissions criteria and decisions remained the responsibility of individual schools.

In some districts, the uniform timetable means students are finding out where they will go several weeks later than they would have under the old system. And, in part because various admissions forms were delayed, notification letters were sent several days later than the city had planned.

The department has considered consolidating the entire middle school admissions process, as it did for high schools five years ago, but Ms. Sciabarra said no final decision had been made.

Although city officials said the problems were limited to the delay in notification, there were hints of other issues. Several students at P.S. 321 in Park Slope were assigned to middle schools that they did not apply to, school officials said. And one student was simply left off the list of children assigned to the school.

Louise Crawford said she was shocked to learn that her daughter’s name was somehow missing. “I would love to have just said to my daughter, ‘This is where you’re going,’ and let her have had a good moment,” she said. As of Thursday, she had still not received a letter

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Check out this video by New Yorker cartoonist Victoria Roberts. She’s a friend of composer Louis Rosen and actor Charlotte Maier, who live in Park Slope and she actually came out to Park Slope to make a short video about Louis and his recent recording with Capathia Jenkins called, One Ounce of Truth. She ended up doing an interview with me, as well.

Unfortunately her computer crashed and she lost all that footage (she shoots everything using her computer’s camera). She was Blog Captain at the New Yorker’s cartoon blog and she is just a font of creativity. The character she plays, her alter ego, is Nona, and Victoria stayed in character the whole time I was over at their apartment.

Suffice it to say, Victoria looks nothing like Nona (from what I remember seeing her on another occasion).

She’s absolutely hysterical. Go here to find more of her videos.

I spoke with Claire Cavanah, owner of Park Slope’s Babeland, the new high-end sex toys shop for women on Bergen Street (near Flatbush Avenue), a strip of adorable shops including Bump, a maternity shop, Melt, a restaurant and a vegan sandwich place.

We talked about how visually appealing the shop is. “It’s a really fun design. Pink colors. Very calming. If it has a kids-in-a-candy-store vibe then we hit the right note,” Claire told me.

Indeed small items like condoms are displayed in multiple bowls like a penny candy store.

Cavanah, a mother of a 2-year old son, expects moms to come in with strollers. The shop is designed for easy Bugaboo and McClaren stroller navigation. There’s even a changing table in the shop’s bathroom.

The shop, which caters to straight, bi, and gay women, isn’t just for moms. Men are welcome. In fact, men love to come in and help their mates pick out toys.

Indeed, Babeland is not just a store: it’s a way of looking at life and sexuality with an openness to pleasure and sensual exploration. Not only do they sell all variety of sex toys, they also run how-to workshops on a variety of topics, including oral sex, clitoral stimulation, nutrition and sexuality.

I asked Claire for advice on describing the shop to my 11-year-old daughter if we happen to stroll by.

“You could tell her that sex is when grown ups really play. The things in this shop help make that fun,” she told me. “When people are comfortable together and trust each other, they like to have sex together.”

Well said.

Cavanah is interested in the idea of a sex-positive family. It’s an interesting idea.

On Sunday June 15, Babeland is having its grand opening party. There will be local treats, gift bags, store tours and previews of their most popular workshops. The first 50 customers will receive a Babeland Silver Bullet (that must be what they call that egg shaped vibrator with the dimmer switch I got in my gift bag at the Edgy Moms event).

Starting in June, there will be a monthly Sexy Moms Series. The first one on June 24th, will discuss issues related to desire, body image, making time for se and what it means to be a sex-positive family.

This event features Esther Blum, a registered dietitian and holidstic nutritionist and author of Eat, Drink and Be Gorgeous from Chronicle Books. She will be sharing info on which foods and nutrients can help boost your sex drive and balance your hormones.

Shot in Victorian Flatbush. Based on the story of Sander Hicks of Vox Pop (groovy cafe on Cortylou Avenue) Park Slope Cinematographer (Charlie Libin), and it opened the Brooklyn International Film Festival (and also to sell out crowds in Rotterdam, Cannes and going to Cannes,  Transylvania Film Festival, the Philadelphia Independent film Festival, the Pifan Film Festival in Korea and the Warsaw Film Festival). It’s called Able Danger and it’s the debut film of Brooklyn’s Paul Kirk!

There’s still one more chance to see the film in Brooklyn. Friday, June 6th at The Brooklyn Lyceum (4th Avenue between Union and President.

Able Danger is the story of Thomas Flynn, a Brooklyn 9/11 truther (played by Adam Nee), who falls into a noir pastiche when a mysterious Eastern European beauty (played by Elina Lowensohn) arrives at his bookstore café with the irrefutable proof of American secret intelligence involvement in the planning and execution of 9/11. When Thomas is implicated in the murder of his friend and employee, he’s forced to unravel her complex web of lies while attempting to fight his natural attraction to her. As it turns out, she possesses the Able Danger hard-drive, the smoking gun that proves the identities and methods of the real architects of 9/11, and Thomas is willing to risk everything to expose the truth. The film gets its title from the real secret government program of the same name that destroyed 2.5 terabytes of data in March 2001, and the café featured is based on the very real Brooklyn café for radical readers, Vox Pop.

At yesterday’s annual potluck supper in the backyard of PS 321 there was plenty of grumbling about the middle school process.

The waiting really was the hardest part.

Parents have been checking their mailboxes for at least a month hoping to hear from the Department of Education. Last Friday, there were rumors that the letters had finally been mailed.

Last night parents told me that the school had the master list on Monday but were told not to share the information with parents until the letters were mailed.

By Wednesday, no one had received the letters from the Education Department. Anger and frustration was mounting.

When some parents learned on Wednesday that the school had the list, they pressured the principal to release it. Finally the principal relented. At 12:30 on Wednesday, an email went out to all the parents that the guidance counselor and the parent coordinator had the list and would talk to parents.

So it was the parents, finally, who convinced the PS 321 administration to release the list.

Parents streamed into the guidance counselor’s office for word of where their child was accepted. Others called or met with the parent coordinator.

“So, did most kids get their first or second choice school?” I asked the guidance counselor.

“Actually, there were some big surprises,” she told me.

Some parents were, of course, very happy that their child got into their first choice school. Other parents were disappointed that their kid got their second or third choice school.

One mom told me that her son was very, very upset because all his friends got into one school and he’s going to another.

“He’s very, very sad,” she told me.

Another mom is in the exact same boat as we are. Her daughter is not on the master list. She has been “disappeared” by the DOE, a situation that makes you feel like crap.

“We’re probably moving,” she told me. The middle school process is, of course, not the only reason. But it is certainly a contributing factor.

“If we move to the suburbs our kids can just go to the local school,” she said.

Liz Phillips, principal of PS 321, heard that my daughter’s name was missing from the list. She assured me that the school would help figure this out. She’s a veteran of the middle school process and there are always problems; and they almost always work themselves out.

One mom told me that after such a positive experience at PS 321, she felt that the middle school experience was a real downer. “It’s so anti-climatic after such a great experience here.”

Most parents understand that the middle school process has little to do with the elementary school and everything to do with the bureaucracy of the Education Department.

But still, it’s a downer. Middle school shouldn’t be this hard.

Yesterday, the big news in Park Slope was about Obama, who is poised to be the first black democratic nominee for president of the United States. All over the Slope there was joy and excitement. But also talk, talk, talk about Hillary.

Some were angry. A parent at the annual PS 321 potluck supper in the school’s backyard saw Bill de Blasio, a longtime Hillary supporter.

“I can’t look at him. He makes me sick. The way he was standing behind Hillary last night. It makes me so angry!” she said with true venom.

Others were more reflective about the historic nature of the primary season. A black man and a woman competing for the nomination. An amazing, amazing journey.

There was also the disappointment of the die-hard Hillary supporters, local women who felt excited and empowered by the idea of a female president.

Others had become wearied by Hillary’s insistence on staying in. Mixed with respect for her tenacity and stamina there was the feeling that it was time for her to throw in the towe.

For some yesterday was the beginning of something great. For others it was the end of hope and expectation about a Hillary administration.

A member of Park Slope Parents agreed to share her report on yesterday’s press conference at Tweed with readers of OTBKB.

The press conference happened. I’m sure info will be pouring in this evening as all the
parents return from today’s round of class picnics….

Gotbaum opened with a statement of support, asking for the DOE to get it together and
give us answers pdq. Bill De Blasio made some stronger statements in support of parents,
summing up the problems we face and even going so far as to ask for the schools to get
back their control over the process. He mentioned the emotional part of it, but also
stressed how it’s hitting us all in the pocket book. (btw, he is currently awaiting news on
his kids’ middle school app).

Andrew Jacob and another spokesman for the DOE were there. they did not make
statements, but they were there to answer questions from parents after the conference
wrapped up. As far as I can tell, they pretty much did not give any good answers as to
what would happen, but they did take names. (yes, one more person with my info who
will not get back to me).

4 or 5 parents gave impassioned statements as to why we need the DOE to wrap this up
quickly and give us the seats that we were denied for our kids.

Lots of members of the press were there. I personally talked on camera to NY12 (on times
warner), a NYT photographer, and a few other people whose names I did not catch. Maybe
about 20 parents showed up? about half a dozen kids?

We’ll have to wait and see what the coverage is tomorrow. but at least I for one feel like
Bill De Blasio is on the case and is working hard to get answers. I suggest calling his
office to get more info. Sarah Figuereo is the contact there.

At least we got a chance to talk to people directly, but I’m not sure they were people who
can do anything……

I”m interested in getting other people’s takes on it.

After I got the aforementioned email that the guidance counselor and the parent coordinator at PS 321 had the master list of all the middle school acceptances, I called the Parent Coordinator. She checked and said: “She’s not on the list.”

WHAT?

“She not on the list.”

I felt faint. The parent coordinator assured me that she would look into it.

Less than an hour later I walked into the guidance counselor’s office and she took one look at me and said, “I know. She’s not on the list.”

I felt doubly faint.

Well, it turns out that OSFO really isn’t on the list (which should name all of PS 321’s fifth graders). Nowhere. Nothing. Some kind of computer glitch; a technical mistake? She probably got into a school somewhere but she’s not on the master list from the Department of Education. The guidance counselor is going to call some of the schools that OSFO listed on her application to see if she go in. Somewhere.

Chances are she did or she will. That would be nice.

Outside of the school building at pick-up, friends looked at me expectantly. “So where did she get in?” When I told them my sad tale they looked aghast.

“Okay, Only the Blog Knows Brooklyn,” one said. “You go girl and take the DOE down.”

Word traveled fast. I got an email from a friend that the Daily News wants to talk. Another friend gave my number to Elissa Gootman at the New York Times.

I keep telling OSFO not to worry, that this will all work out, that it has absolutely NOTHING to do with her, that everything is okay.

She seems totally fine, by the way. She’s a solid kid; a real rock.

And then she heard me talking on the phone to the New York Times. She doesn’t know who I was talking to but she can tell that I am agitated, annoyed, on edge, shakey, not happy and so on.

I made a few calls. The parent coordinator at one of the schools said, “Why don’t you let your guidance counselor do the footwork.”

I guess that’s a good idea. In the meantime, wonder if we’ll ever get those letters?

Well, that makes sense. It’s a high-end sex toys for women shop in Park Slope and lots of women around here have babies. You do the math.

Today, the Daily News has a story on Babeland, the new upscale sex toys for women shop in Park Slope, set to open on Thursday. Owner Claire Cavanah has been doing loads of press around town and really getting the word out about her shop.

As you know, I got a gift bag from Babeland at the Edgy Mother’s Day event, which included a couple of vibrators, lubricant and other items. I also got a cute gift box from them sent to my home with a silver egg-shaped vibrator with a controller that looks like a dimmer switch, and a Mojito/peppermint massage candle.

This business is no slouch. They’ve got promotional materials a go go, shopping bags, nice packaging, an extensive e-commerce site and more. This is a well-run and seemingly thriving business with branches in Manhattan, Seattle and elsewhere.

Claire Cavanah and Rachel Venning opened the first Babeland store in 1993 in response to the lack of women-friendly sex shops in Seattle.

The store offered top quality products, a pleasant place to shop, and most of all information and encouragement to women who wanted to explore their sexuality. The store’s popularity with both women and men eventually led to two more stores in New York and one in Los Angeles, as well as a thriving website.

And now Park Slope.

More thoughts on stoops from a Park Slope parent:

Growing up in the Slope we considered stoops our playground on the days
our parents didn’t take us to the park, and after
school. Especially during big snowstorms, when we
jumped off the top into neighbors pile of snow for
hours.And just about any day after homework was done.
My parents brownstone stoop had L shaped stairs, with
a stone “bench” partially blocking our ground floor
entrance. Many people young and old sat for a rest
through the years, or played outside, and we were
always OK with that. It was our way of life.
It’s a different day and place now, and we’ve moved,
but a real Brooklyn thing, and I really miss our
stoop.

I totally agree that any behavior on anyones stoop
that affects their quality of life, or is in any way
obtrusive to stoop owners in a negative way, is not
OK.

We now have a fence and I agree that inside the fence, sitting on our steps
would be off limits on our new block. No one has
ever done that, yet. We do offer our porch at times to
anyone caught in a sudden storm, as we are in a high
foot traffic park area, and a few houses down from a
bus stop. Nobody has ever said no, and thanked us for
our gesture. It’s our new way of not having a stoop.
On both sides of the fence here, and pun totally
intended

Good news from The Written Nerd, who recently received a PowerUp grant/award for her new business proposal to open a bookstore somewhere in Brooklyn. Looks like she’s thinking about Fort. Green.

Presently, she works in a SoHo bookstore. Someday she hopes to own a bookstore of her own (and it sounds like that’s close to becoming a reality). She loves reading, talking about books, and being where literature hits the streets.

“I think independent bookstores can be a source for culture, community, and social justice,” she writes on her blog.

She lives in I lives in Park Slope. You can reach me here: booknerdnyc at earthlink dot net. Here’s a post from May 24th. I haven’t checked in for a while.

It’s a beautiful day in the neighborhood, and perhaps my last chance to blog for a little while, so allow me to lay some updates and anticipations on you.

Brooklyn Bookstore
I received my PowerUp! check for $15,000 in the mail sometime last week, so yesterday I visited my new friend Juan at a great local/national bank about 20 minutes away. As he and I had discussed previously, I opened a small business money market account with the prize money, which will also be the depository for other funds raised. And he gave me the paperwork to fill out for a great big (to me) small business loan application. I’m hoping to get that in by mid-June, at the same time as I’m looking for retail spaces.

In the meantime, I’ve made some other great business friends: the Retail Committee of the fabulous Fort Greene Association. It turns out that the beautiful, developing neighborhood of Fort Greene wants a bookstore almost as bad as I want to create one, so I’ll be working with them on finding a space, building community support, and doing some more fundraising. I’m so grateful to these folks for what they’ve done already, and you can be sure there will be much more to report as we lay our plans.

Vincent Walker, a 44-year-old resident of Park Slope, died last week. A devoted husband, father to two boys, friend of many and a local real estate entrepreneur, news of his death sent waves of shock and grief through the community. Here is an excerpt from a sermon by the Reverend Daniel Meeter of Old First Dutch Reformed Church.

On John 11:1-45, The Raising of Lazarus.

It is a terrible honor and a grievous privilege to preach this funeral sermon for Vincent Walker. This sermon will be in two parts. This first is about Vincent, and the second is about his family and us. Nineteen days ago, at his kitchen table, in the presence of Deborah, he told me a remarkable story, a testimony, actually. I told him he needed eventually to tell it to others as well, so now I must do that for him.

As you know, Vincent was very sick since January, and we still don’t know exactly what his sickness was. Even the tumor on his brain stem left so much unexplained. He was paralyzed on one whole side. He struggled to recuperate, and he finally was able to come home. About a month or so ago he had a sudden total paralysis, but through water and touch and prayer he experienced just as sudden a healing. The doctors can’t explain it, and he was convinced that it was miraculous. I gave him examples from scripture and experience to confirm his conviction, because a miracle is simply a physical event that first, defies our explanation, and second, that leads to wholeness.

Was it healing? Yes. Even though he died so soon thereafter? Yes, because healing is not just physical recuperation, but when you are made whole, morally and spiritually. And that particular experience was the climax of a general process of healing that Vincent had been experiencing through the whole course of his illness. He dared to say to me, in Deborah’s presence, that his illness had been good for him; not that the illness itself was good, but that he had gained from it, and not least in terms of gratitude and spirituality.

In the hospital wards and waiting rooms and even on the sidewalk he had been touched and moved by the prayers and grace of even perfect strangers. And although he had always known of God and believed in God, he now had a whole new level of experience with God. And he felt that his sudden physical healing was the climax of that.