Author: Catharine H. Murray

“The weekend reaffirmed that I have something worthwhile to say and I can find a way through writing to say it.”  

“It reminded me that I’m a writer. I left the first night crying tears of joy.”

“The mix of lavish food offerings, periods of reflection, direct instruction, and personal writing time was perfect.”

The first Memoirs on the Marsh weekend in August was such a hit that have one more Women’s Writing Weekend on the Marsh scheduled for September 20 – 22, 2024 with a few spots still left in this small group experience. For more information and to register, click here or email memoirsonthemarsh@gmail.com

Our first Memoirs on the Marsh weekend confirmed my belief that connection supports creativity and that writing our stories is a transformative experience. What an honor it was to guide these brave women as they supported one another in their journey to unearth and write the stories of their lives. What started as a roomful of strangers Friday night soon became a tight band of warrior writers. It was a privilege for me to be part of this unfolding and reclaiming as everyone began the process of writing herself back to wholeness. And each left inspired to continue with her writing practice after the weekend ended. Leigh Kellis fueled our work and play with delicious decadent meals, home baked treats, wine and organic coffee throughout. Her lovely home on the edge of the Scarborough Marsh afforded writing nooks and sunny spaces for all to discover their words without distraction. And in the evening, she even played the piano so we could sing our favorite songs (and dance!).

Sunday evening Kim Smith, author of Unbelievable Freedom, shared her story of self-publishing her memoir and going on to sell 17,000 copies of her books. Her talk was down-to-earth, intelligent and insightful. We didn’t want to stop asking questions afterward.   Memoirs on the Marsh has one more Women’s Writing Weekend scheduled for September 20 – 22, 2024 with a few spots still left. For more information and to register, click here or email memoirsonthemarsh@gmail.com

“The marsh was the perfect back drop for healing, hoping and finding my voice.”

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Click below to read or listen to Joy read on the Epistemic Lit site. Or scroll down to read here.

IN ONE BOX

Written by Joy E. Krinsky

One of the jewels of my Portland neighborhood is the Evergreen Cemetery. Wandering
among the paths and lanes of history, there is always something new to notice. A name, a statue, a date, a symbol, something broken, repaired, worn, unnamed. “Mother.” “Father.” “Baby.” “Our Darling.”

And many named as well and well recognized: Dow, Fessenden, Stevens. And of course
Baxter, of city and state government renown. The Baxter family monument is in Evergreen. And several neighborhood streets are named for Baxter children. Alba (d. 1873 at age 4) is my street. Mabel (d. 1865 at 5 mos.) is the next street over. These two young girls’ grave markers are part of the Baxter monument. An interpretive sign nearby includes a photo inset of the original cemetery log, with a notation beside Mabel’s and Alba’s names: “in one box.”

Though born and died years apart, whose namesake streets lie side by side, so too do these
young sisters in their final resting place.

It continues to astonish me—not really surprise me—but still captivates my imagination.
These two girls. Died years apart. But, “in one box.”

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David was cremated.

His is the first family death—for me—which was not a cemetery burial, not a body in a
plain pine coffin loosely closed with wooden pegs, lowered into the ground, and dirt by handfuls, and then shoveled, to cover it as El Maleh Rachamim is intoned.

So now there are ashes. In a bag. In a box. In a carton. On a shelf. In a cabinet. In a house.

Maybe it is the Jewishness of me that it seems so strange to have the remains of a body in my house. And, too, the novelty of it is still astonishing. Not surprising, but it does capture my imagination.

There are some benefits I suppose. One is that these ashes can be split up, distributed, shared, buried in multiple locations, dispersed to the wind or the sea. “Final resting place” becomes a
multitude of places.

Having no permanent marker is different.

No place to return to, and place a stone as is the Jewish custom, is certainly different.

And no family plot is certainly different as well.

So now I am faced with questions and decisions regarding David but also regarding myself.
All those deferred decisions and choices and planning, well—there is no one else. Since it is only me now. Only me. Time to get this together so my children will not be burdened with these questions and decisions.

Thoughts of my own “final arrangements” come to the forefront.

I think about home, what is deeply my home. Is Maine my real home? And if not, is it my
children’s home? If I am buried here in Portland in one of the Jewish—or not so Jewish—
cemeteries, perhaps on some long drive, or not so long at a rest stop at the side of the road, eyes will be cast downward, to the earth below, to find that stone—whether smooth or craggy, round or flat, brown or gray, heavy or light—to place upon it when they get there. Then Samuel and Tova will have an opportunity, hopefully many opportunities—to place a stone on my grave.

Though I haven’t made up my mind or made any plans, or am close to decisions, I do think
that no matter what happens with David’s ashes—whether they are split among family, or cast to his beloved Casco Bay from aboard the sea taxi, or in the Tanzanian countryside that he longed to see—at least a portion, a part, a dram, hopefully the part that I did love and that did love me, I will hold with me, and have buried with me. In one box.

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Joy E. Krinsky began writing in the summer of 2019 with the obituary, and later eulogy, for her husband. Since that time, she has studied healing through writing, and is currently working on a memoir, Every Little Thing. Two of her essays were published by HerStry in 2023: “Sacred Text” as one of the Women of Faith essays and “Darkest Night” was a Winter Stories essay.

Her memoir is described here:
Following the suicide of her husband, Joy E. Krinsky embarks on a journey of self exploration and discovery. Grief is now a kaleidoscope lens through which she experiences the world. Room by room, season by season, family relations, the everyday items that make a life that has been abruptly shaken up and shifted. Through this collection of essays, she invites us on this journey, recovering the past, creating the future, and discovering the richness of the present.

Joy E. Krinsky lives in Portland, Maine.

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Before 2021, many Americans had never heard of Juneteenth. But since becoming a federally recognized holiday that year, Juneteenth has been commercialized and commodified and lost its deep meaning and significance — a sad reality that, unfortunately, I predicted.

For my family, Juneteenth was always a cornerstone, a favorite of my great-grandmother and her mother, who grew up in Texas as descendants of the enslaved. I vividly remember celebrating the holiday in Fort Worth, TX — we’d gather with the family and neighbors on my grandmother’s street, sharing stories and memories, and connecting through food, music, and dance. From strawberry soda to red velvet cake, joy was at the center of the celebration. But there was always a commemoration, too: an acknowledgment of those who were no longer with us, never forgetting their sacrifices and perseverance that paved the way for us, the next generation.

Joy was at the center of the celebration. But there was always a commemoration, too.

Today, I’m saddened to witness the holiday reduced to a mockery: oversimplified ads featuring Juneteenth sales, grocery store displays riddled with stereotypes, and events with no substantive connection to the holiday. Juneteenth has suddenly become a day off of work for many — with more parties of celebration, but no commemoration of what June 19 really means.

This year, I want to see more commemorating of Juneteenth and less celebrating. Celebration, even with the best of intentions, can water down or trivialize the significance of the holiday. According to diversity, equity, inclusion, and justice consultant Joquina Reed, “Commemorating Juneteenth is an entry point into the concept of reparative justice. Our country must invest in rehabilitative measures that allow Black communities to directly address the intergenerational impact of enslavement, segregation, mass incarceration, and other racist systems. This is more important than ever in a society where individuals are losing hard-fought liberties.”

Juneteenth remembers June 19, 1865, when Union troops made their way to Galveston Bay, TX, to bring news of freedom to slaves — two whole years after President Abraham Lincoln made the Emancipation Proclamation. Commemoration acknowledges the perseverance of the enslaved and compels us to reflect on how we can carry on their vision for freedom in society today. We may not have been alive in 1865, but we have the awareness to right the wrongs of the past in our everyday actions — and it starts with recognizing that the fight for freedom has yet to be realized.

More commemoration needs to happen because celebration implies that something good has happened.

As Nicole Sanders, a therapist and social worker, puts it: “More commemoration needs to happen because celebration implies that something good has happened. Juneteenth was the end of one of the most horrific American experiences — enslavement. Not only was it horrific that we were enslaved, but even more so that people were enslaved long after it officially ended. Its effects are still present with us today.”

Long before it was recognized as an official holiday, Juneteenth was revered by the Black community because it represents our survival and also our future prosperity. And, for that reason, there is also a difference in how it should be commemorated and celebrated by non-Black people. In particular, because Juneteenth wasn’t until recently taught in schools or considered common knowledge, there needs to be a willingness and desire to learn and understand its significance. Non-Black people need to be invested in helping to undo generations of obscuring and erasing Black history. “Please use this holiday as a time for somber reflection and purposeful action,” Reed says.

So, if you are planning a party or cookout for Juneteenth, I urge you to reflect before simply carrying out your plans. What is the purpose of the event, how does it connect to the holiday, and how does it create a pathway of support for Black sovereignty and empowerment in business, education, and more? Here are some meaningful actions you can take on June 19 instead of trivializing the holiday.

Invest in Black Economic Empowerment

Black businesses receive less funding due to systemic barriers, so it takes much more work for Black businesses to survive and can have ripple effects for generations. The need to support Black women business owners, in particular, has never felt more urgent: earlier this month, a federal appeals court ruled that a grant program supporting Black women-owned businesses was unconstitutional.

Advocate for Black History in Education

We have seen continued efforts from conservative lawmakers to erase Black history in classrooms and libraries. This is why everyone needs to advocate that Black history, which is American history, be a mainstay.

This also means advocating for Black teachers. In our country, fewer than 1 in 10 teachers are Black, according to the Pew Research Center. That’s why equity is so important within school communities; Black teachers are keepers of knowledge who will help enrich the next generation.

PS THERE’S MORE

The Glass Cliff Effect and Why Black Women Leaders Are Often “Last In, First Out”

Interrogate Anti-Blackness in Your Workplace

What policies and practices exist in your organization that continue to perpetuate harmful narratives and inequities? From hiring practices to pay inequity and unchecked microaggressions, anti-Blackness is palpable, and the more it goes unchecked, the more it contributes to systemic oppression and racism. Everyone can do their part to be responsible and accountable in their workplaces.

I love this holiday and feel a responsibility to fight for its preservation, emancipated from the plantation of commercialization. To simply treat it as a day off would be insulting to the enslaved — those who fought through unspeakable terror to survive, with their wildest dreams being for their descendants to carry forward their legacy free from bondage on June 19 and beyond.

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Ralinda Watts is an author, diversity expert, consultant, practitioner, speaker, and proven thought leader who works at the intersection of race, identity, culture, and justice. She has contributed to numerous publications such as PS, CBS Media, Medium, YahooLifestyle, and the Los Angeles Times.

May 21 at 3:30 PM at Mechanics’ Hall join three amazing artists as they perform poetry, music and drama to invite dialogue on the topic of reparations. Seeking sustainable repair for the deep damage done by slavery is a complex conversation. Be part of a solution with this opportunity to listen, learn and speak to the too-long silenced history of our country founded on plantation economy and chattel slavery.