Dec 2, 2024 | Community, Family
As the holidays approach, we often find ourselves looking for recipes that evoke warmth, nostalgia, and a little bit of comfort. Whether it’s a creamy mac and cheese, a delicious bread, or a family recipe passed down through generations, these dishes bring people together. Here are some of my favorite holiday recipes that will make your holiday table shine!
Chef Sebastian’s Mac and Cheese: The Ultimate Comfort Dish
“The holidays are hard, but mac and cheese is good.”
Nothing says comfort like a rich and creamy mac and cheese, and Chef Sebastian’s recipe is a beloved one. This dish is perfect for any family gathering, providing that perfect comfort we all crave during the holidays.
Ingredients:
- Kosher salt
- 1 pound elbow macaroni
- 8 tablespoons unsalted butter, divided
- 2 tablespoons all-purpose flour
- 2 cups whole milk
- 12 ounces grated sharp cheddar cheese
- 1 teaspoon Crystal hot sauce
- 1/2 teaspoon mustard powder
- 1/4 teaspoon garlic powder
- 1/4 teaspoon onion powder
- 1/4 pound grated Gruyère cheese
- 1 cup panko bread crumbs
- 1/2 cup parmesan cheese
- 1/4 teaspoon Italian herbs
Directions:
- Preheat oven to 400°F. Cook macaroni in salted boiling water until al dente, about 2 minutes less than package instructions. Drain and toss with 2 tablespoons butter until melted.
- In a saucepan, melt 2 tablespoons butter, then add flour and whisk to form a paste. Add milk slowly, stirring constantly, until the sauce thickens.
- Add the cheddar cheese and continue whisking until smooth. Stir in hot sauce, mustard, garlic, and onion powder. Season with salt to taste.
- Toss pasta in the cheese sauce, then add Gruyère. Transfer to a baking dish and smooth into an even layer.
- Combine panko, parmesan, Italian herbs, and melted butter. Spread over the pasta and bake for 45 minutes or until browned and bubbling.
- Let rest for 15 minutes before serving.
Kirsten M.’s Bread: A Pandemic Discovery
“Bread is always a winner! During the pandemic, I learned how to make toilet paper and bread. It takes less work than green bean casserole.”
This bread is simple yet delicious and will make your kitchen smell amazing. The long resting time ensures it’s perfectly fluffy with a slight tang.
Ingredients:
- 4 cups all-purpose or bread flour
- Scant 1/2 teaspoon instant yeast
- 2 teaspoons salt
- 2 tablespoons olive oil (optional)
- Cornmeal, semolina, or wheat bran for dusting
Directions:
- Mix flour, yeast, and salt in a bowl. Add 2 cups water and stir until blended. Cover and let rest for about 18 hours.
- Flour your surface and fold the dough once or twice. Let rest for 15 minutes.
- Shape the dough into a ball, then let rise for about 2 hours.
- Preheat oven to 450°F. Heat a covered pot in the oven. Once the dough is ready, turn it into the pot and bake covered for 30 minutes, then uncovered for 20–30 minutes until browned.
- Cool on a rack for at least 30 minutes before slicing.
Grannie’s Thanksgiving Dressing: A Family Heirloom
This recipe is a true family tradition and, though it may seem simple, it’s packed with flavor and love. Grannie’s instructions were always a little loose, but that’s part of the charm.
Ingredients:
- 3 onions
- 6–7 stalks of celery
- 2 packages of yellow corn bread mix
- 1 package Pepperidge Farm seasoned breadcrumbs
- 3–4 slices of bread, dried and crumbled
- Poultry seasoning, salt & pepper to taste
Directions:
- Boil onions and celery until tender.
- Prepare the corn bread according to the package instructions, then crumble it.
- Moisten the corn bread, breadcrumbs, and dried bread with boiling water and turkey juice.
- Add onions, celery, seasoning, and adjust moisture if needed.
- Bake at 350°F for 30–45 minutes until the top is golden brown.
Russ’ Mom’s Cranberry Salad: A Sweet and Savory Classic
“This is from my first love’s mom. I make it every year at Thanksgiving.”
This cranberry salad is tart, sweet, and a perfect balance of textures. It’s a festive side dish that will impress.
Ingredients:
- 1 bag fresh cranberries
- 2 stalks of celery
- Apples, chopped
- Pecans
- 2/3 cup sugar
- 1/2 cup orange juice
- 1 packet unflavored gelatin
Directions:
- Sprinkle sugar over cranberries and let sit.
- Chop apples, celery, and pecans into equal parts.
- Dissolve the gelatin in orange juice by heating it gently.
- Combine all ingredients and chill overnight for the best flavor.
Roasted Vegetables: A Simple Yet Impressive Side
“These roasted vegetables will make it seem like you worked really hard, but they’re simple and delicious.”
This recipe is great for any occasion and looks impressive on the table. The blend of root vegetables and cheese makes it hearty and flavorful.
Ingredients:
- Small potatoes, sweet potato, turnip, rutabaga, garlic, onion, carrots, yellow beets
- White sharp cheddar cheese
- Soy sauce, Bragg’s, or a little water
Directions:
- Cut vegetables into chunks and place in a casserole dish. Add a bit of water and soy sauce, then cover tightly.
- Roast at 450°F for 45 minutes to an hour. Stir in shredded cheese when you remove it from the oven. The cheese will melt into the vegetables, adding an amazing flavor.
Nana’s Pumpkin Bars: A Sweet Holiday Tradition
“Hope you have a blessed Thanksgiving!” – Nana
These pumpkin bars are moist and flavorful, topped with a creamy icing. They’re perfect for a sweet ending to your holiday meal.
Ingredients for Bars:
- 4 eggs
- 1 2/3 cup sugar
- 1 cup vegetable oil
- 15 ounces of pumpkin
- 2 cups of flour
- 2 tsp. baking powder
- 2 tsp. cinnamon
- 1 tsp. salt
- 1 tsp. baking soda
Ingredients for Icing:
- 8 ounces of cream cheese
- 1/2 cup softened butter
- 2 cups powdered sugar
- 1 tsp. vanilla
Directions:
- Preheat oven to 350°F and prepare a 13×10-inch pan.
- Mix eggs, sugar, oil, and pumpkin until fluffy. Add dry ingredients and mix until smooth.
- Bake for 30 minutes. Let cool before icing.
- Beat together icing ingredients and spread over cooled bars.
Sweet Potato Casserole: A Heartwarming Dish
“This casserole has been part of our holiday table for over 30 years.” – Traci M.
Rich and creamy with a sweet, nutty topping, this sweet potato casserole could easily pass as a dessert!
Ingredients for Filling:
- 3 cups of sweet potatoes
- 1/2 cup sugar
- 1/2 cup unsalted butter, melted
- 2 eggs, beaten
- 1/3 cup milk
- 1 tsp vanilla
Ingredients for Topping:
- 1/3 cup unsalted butter, melted
- 1 cup light brown sugar
- 1/2 cup all-purpose flour
- 1 cup pecans, chopped
Directions:
- Preheat oven to 350°F. Cook sweet potatoes until tender, then mash with sugar, butter, eggs, milk, and vanilla. Pour into a baking dish.
- Mix topping ingredients and sprinkle over the sweet potatoes.
- Bake for 25 minutes until golden and bubbly.
These recipes will surely bring joy to your holiday celebrations. Whether you’re cooking for a crowd or enjoying a quiet family dinner, these dishes offer warmth, flavor, and that special touch that makes holiday meals memorable. Enjoy!
Oct 27, 2024 | Family, Grief
By Nora Biette-Timons
In November 2021, Viennia Lopes Booth went to visit her dad for the first time in a couple of months. When he opened the door, she was “shocked,” she shared during a death care conference in September. “I hadn’t seen him in two months, and he looked like a dead man walking.”
He told her that it was merely his sciatica flaring up and that it was “getting better,” but that was clearly not the case. After two days of Lopes Booth begging him to seek medical attention, he only relented when she gave him the option of calling an ambulance or family taking him to get care.
What followed is a story far too many people are familiar with. Lopes Booth’s father, Charles “Old Briar” Lopes, was Black and Wampanoag, had a “deep mistrust and fear of the medical institution,” she said. “With a lifetime of negative experiences, coupled with the long, ugly history of violence, disrespect, and utter disregard of Black and brown bodies, who could really blame him?”
Doctors confirmed her worst fears: end-stage prostate cancer. There were no remaining treatment options, and he was given two to 14 days to live. He ended up living 97 days and, thanks to Lopes Booth following through on his wishes, he spent them at home, with her as his caretaker.
“As he lay clinging to life,” she said, “he had an unusual request: He asked me to have a home wake.” Aside from his distrust of institutions, he “didn’t want to be alone in a strange building with strange people, living or non-living.” His own agency had always been important to him throughout his life, “and this was really no exception.”
Lopes Booth—who trained as an herbalist specializing in women’s health—recounted her experience at the Building Bridges in the Deathcare Landscape conference in Seattle. Appearing on a panel addressing Diversity, Equity, and Inclusion (DEI) in death care, she and other experts discussed how the industry often ignores specific cultural practices and death rituals; and may exert pressure on loved ones to forgo traditional practices because they are considered unhygienic (or even just unusual); and can often have a predatory effect on people’s finances during one of the hardest moments of their lives.
She shared her particular story to detail the institutional hurdles she ran into while caring for her father at home in his final weeks and creating the at-home memorial he asked for, but also to make clear that though these are both deviations from the norm, they are possible—and can (even should) become more common.
After he died, Lopes Booth’s family kept her dad’s body at home for a four-day vigil, celebrating his life. Throughout, they “kept a ceremonial fire going for the four days from his passing until we carried him away for cremation, and folks helped tend to the fire as a way to show love and honor my dad.” During the vigil, the door to his southeastern Massachusetts home was open: Friends, family, and even the hospice social worker visited whenever they wanted, some multiple times.” “We sang to him; read to him; played his favorite card game, Spades, in his room with him; played music for him; spent time in silence with him; shared food in honor of him. He was never alone,” she said.
“We honored him, his body, and his life and helped his spirit fully leave his body in a gentle way surrounded by family and friends in the home he loved,” she said. “He would be happy with his sendoff.”
When it came time to bury his remains, they honored him with “ritual and love in a sunrise ceremony,” laying “his shrouded body on the land he held a deep connection with near his beloved garden.” On the way to cremate him, Lopes Booth played a song in their native language that translates to, “Creator, help us. Help us to grieve, help us to heal, strengthen us.” A few days later, they held a small family funeral where they “laid him to rest in power on tribal land next to his brother and father,” marking his grave with a stone they found on his favorite beach.
“Our elders say that ceremonies are the way we remember to remember,” Lopes Booth said, quoting Braiding Sweetgrass author Robin Wall Kimmer, who is a member of the Potawatomi Nation. “Ceremony is a vehicle for belonging to a family, to a people, and to the land. Through this initiation, this last request, I was able to experience the power of ceremonial remembering at every turn. I felt the whisperings of my ancestors guiding this process.
“Having the space and time to be with us in this very intimate way helped me to feel deeply connected to another way, my ancestral way…reconnecting in this liminal space to all that has been taken from our family and my people,” she continued. “My kin were beaten, shamed, killed [and] conventional death care feels like another form of forced assimilation.”
Demonstrating that a different way was possible had profound effects on her family. After her father’s funeral, Lopes Booth said her in-laws “completely changed their death plan,” and her “cousin, who’s a tribal medicine man, asked me how he could do this for himself.”
She recalled seeing her nephews attending her dad’s services and realized how valuable it would be to have your first experience in a death situation be so respectful and culturally specific, while also normalizing a different method of post-death care.
“To know that that option exists is really important,” she said. She later elaborated: “When the gates were open, my family and our community were able to honor my dad in a way that was true to him, and that was true to us…that was a powerful experience.”
Lopes Booth describes the experience of “caring for my dad at the end of his life and after death” as “one of my greatest life achievements. In some ways, I think this was my dad’s last gift for me, to allow me to wrap him in some much love and to have this space to understand the fullness of his being.”
But getting to this beautiful, rewarding point “felt like I had climbed Mount Everest. But the thing is, I didn’t need to feel like I climbed Mount Everest.”
She detailed the “serious gatekeeping” she encountered “along every part of this journey.” What was hardest about the process was the “resistance from the people necessary to get them on board. The knee-jerk reaction from people was like, what? No, no, no.” (The easiest part? Taking care of her dad’s body, Lopes Booth said. “We used techni ice,” and it “worked beautifully over the four days.”)
“The town clerk was the first person I had to visit to figure out how to go about doing this. And it took me several visits to her”—plus mentioning her father’s status as a Vietnam veteran—before “she finally [softened] to the idea of being willing to help me,” Lopes Booth said.
“Funeral directors…resorted to scare tactics. One said this could turn into a really bad science experiment, and another said, I can’t really sell you a cremation container because what happens if your dad’s body rolls out of it”—which added “a little flare to the scare,” she said, a bit tongue-in-cheek. She had to prove to various professionals repeatedly that she was acting on her dad’s behalf—and could plan this unconventional death way so safely and responsibly. “Overwhelmingly, the consistent message was, this is not how we do things, and what you’re trying to do is literally impossible.”
“My father and our people have suffered extraordinary levels of institutional oppression. He wanted to be free of institutions in death. He wanted agency. He wanted family. And ritual is an art of remembering, to remember, and my journey with my dad and this family-led post-death care really awakened a ceremonial reconnection to my ancestors.”
Lopes Booth called on “folks in the death care industry to consider the ways in which” contemporary institutional gatekeeping operates akin to historic oppression, and “to realize that we are forcing people into death ways that lack personalized meaning and are driven by power, consumerism, and the status quo.”
She ended her speech with a hopeful challenge to conference attendees: “How can we be more conscious of that gatekeeper mentality, and how can we stop perpetuating it, to invite access, empowerment, and agency and to really build bridges to our people, to our land, and to our cultures?”
Sep 13, 2024 | Community, Family, Grief
By Nora Biette-Timons
Earlier this summer, throughout the month of June, we celebrated the joy of queerness, the joy of embracing one’s authentic self and sexuality. We hold this love and delight in our hearts throughout the year—but we also remember that public Pride celebrations did not come easily: Queer existence has a painful history, and the fights for equality and recognition are far from over.
Throughout these fights, queer widows and widowers have told stories of the saddest moments of their Flives: They were even more helpless than straight people facing the loss of a spouse, because as their partners were dying, they had no legal rights to make decisions. They were helpless in the face of death, as we all are, but also in the face of discrimination, which was legal until all too recently.
Though queer acceptance has come a long way in the past 25 years, and the scale of these problems has lessened — sometimes significantly — after the Supreme Court upheld Obergefell in 2015, they do still exist. Social and cultural attitudes remain prejudiced, and, as a result, many bereaved queer people experience disenfranchised grief; “grief that is not seen as legitimate or meaningful by society or others in their social network,” says Dr. Kailey Roberts, a psychology professor whose research specializes in bereavement and palliative care. This can show up as dead partners being referred to as “friends”; families leaving same-sex partners out of the mourning process because they disapprove; or workplaces not recognizing these kinship ties and refusing to grant time off.
This lack of being seen by and understood exacerbates loss for bereaved LGBTQIA+ individuals, Roberts says. As a man named George Seabold wrote in Gay Widowers: Life After Death of a Partner, an anthology published in 1997 specifically to help bereaved gay men, his grief over the death of his partner was further isolating because, at the time, he was not publicly out.
For many reasons — from historic marginalization to community bonds — the concept of “chosen family” is particularly strong for LGBTQ+ people. As Roberts puts it, “‘family’ includes not only biologically or legally related kin, but also [people] who are highly meaningfully connected and closely involved in each other’s lives but not bio-legally related.” An essay in ColorBloq, an online journal by and for queer and trans people of color, notes that “chosen family” is especially salient for LGBTQ+ people of color, who face disproportionate rates of social and economic isolation. Chosen family, “built on kinship with intentional demonstrations of love, shared history, material and emotional assistance, and enduring solidarity. [It] encompasses a network of social support, intimacy and identity.” These kin relations “are at the center of the activities that sustain a family built on social and cultural connections rather than legal and biological.”
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Older generations, in particular, carry the scars of the AIDS crisis in the 1980s, which was for far too long largely ignored by governments, public health officials, and society writ broadly. While those memories do not exist for younger generations of queer folks, the horror of them has not disappeared. “The collective trauma of the HIV epidemic has been passed down through generations, but we rarely contend with it as a community,” researcher Alexander McClelland writes in Between Certain Death and Possible Future, a collection of essays analyzing the legacy — and current reality — of HIV/AIDS. “The grief and deaths of thousands of gay men, trans women, injection drug users, sex workers, immigrants, people of color, and other marginalized people were not taken seriously then, so how can the grief and fears of subsequent generations be taken seriously now?”
The painful history of HIV/AIDS echoes today as many older queer adults who lost partners and chosen families during the crisis in the 1980s and 1990s enter their later years. The “ongoing societal stigma associated with LGBTQIA+ identities” and the “lack of tailored and affirming resources can contribute to suffering and loss” in this community, Roberts says.
This missing support has real, tangible health effects. Beyond disenfranchised grief, elderly queer patients, on average, face more health issues (mental, physical, and cognitive) and, on top of that, encounter barriers in healthcare settings that sometimes can lead to them avoiding treatment, thus hastening or worsening end-of-life outcomes. An analysis published earlier this year titled “Health disparities among LGBTQ+ older adults: challenges and resources, a systematic review” reported that, in comparison to their heterosexual counterparts, older lesbians and bisexual women have “heightened rates of overweight and cardiovascular disease” and gay and bisexual men have higher rates of angina, cancer, and diabetes.
This report said that evidence overwhelmingly suggests that these health issues are caused by the stigma (including internalized stigma) and isolation older queer people faced throughout their lives—and still face today. These problems can be worsened when they seek healthcare, where heterosexuality is the presumed norm, and doctors are often untrained on the specific issues LGBTQ+ elders face.
Some lawmakers have recognized this reality, and their efforts to solve it are ongoing. Sen. Michael Bennet co-sponsored legislation in 2017 to establish a National Resource Center on LGBT Aging, and in 2021, asked the Department of Health and Human Services for a briefing on the issues facing this population and urged the agency’s leaders to issue culturally competent guidance “to support LGBT older Americans receiving palliative and hospice care.”
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The lack of full social acceptance and recognition also makes the grieving process more difficult, and forces the bereaved to grieve in private or to mask the full extent of their grief.
But when the death of a queer person is able to be marked and mourned in public, the way the deceased would want, it is something to be celebrated. The funeral for Cecilia Gentili — a trans woman, actress who appeared on “Pose,” sex worker advocate, and stalwart of New York City’s LGBTQ community — was a perfect example of the progress that’s been made, and the hurdles queer folks still face. Gentili died in February at age 52, and her funeral drew more than 1,000 mourners to St. Paul’s Cathedral, the same cathedral where gay activists once staged protests against the Catholic Church. While planning the service, her family kept her full identity “under wraps,” according to the New York Times, out of concern that the archdiocese would object to holding a funeral for a trans woman (and the archdiocese did indeed condemn the funeral after the fact). But the memorial itself celebrated Gentili’s true self, out in the open: Her family and chosen family attended — many in outfits described as more likely to be found at a fashion show than a funeral and it functioned, as the Times put it, as “a celebration of her life and an exuberant piece of political theater.”
Apr 29, 2024 | Family, Grief
Who Owns Our Stories?
The Fever Pitch and the Harm of True Crime
By Nora Biette-Timmons
There doesn’t appear to be one singular moment when America went true-crime crazy. In the 1990s and early 2000s, tabloids and popular magazines published what they considered salacious details of violent crimes that captured their readers’ imagination. NBC’s Dateline premiered in 1992, and has spent the last three decades reporting out crimes week after week, and remains a major success: In 2023, 125 million people watched Dateline, and it was the number one most popular TV newsmagazine program, according to Nielsen data.
The podcast boom of the last decade can in part be attributed to Americans’ existing obsession with true crime: The This American Life spinoff Serial’s first season investigated the 1999 murder of Hae-min Lee and the subsequent prosecution of her former boyfriend Adnan Syed. Its explosive popularity—it was downloaded 100 million times within a year of its release—brought renewed attention to the case, and in 2022, Syed’s murder conviction was thrown out. However, it was later reinstated in October 2023—because Lee’s brother had been unable to attend the hearing at which it was overturned.
This oversight is indicative of a larger reality. When true crime stories garner the sort of frantic, fever-pitch level of attention of Serial, the lived experiences of those actually hurt by the crime go under the radar—if they’re not outright ignored.
As Lee’s brother told a court in 2022, “This is not a podcast for me. It’s real life that will never end — it’s been 20-plus years. It’s a nightmare.”
The commercial success of true crime means that for far too many people, the worst thing that’s ever happened to them has been turned into entertainment, regardless of whether or not they and their loved ones have received justice of any sort.
For Laura Freeman, that moment came in late June 2022, when a popular TV network aired an episode focused on the case of her mother, Virginia, who had been murdered in College Station, Texas, more than 40 years previously, when Freeman was 14 and her brother, Brad, was 12. Virginia was a realtor, and volunteered at church helping immigrants whose spouses moved to town to attend Texas A&M. Laura Freeman remembers the camping trips her mother would plan; Virginia helped build a very happy, stable family.
It had taken investigators 38 years to determine who violently killed her mother. A former sheriff’s detective who worked the case appeared as an expert on the episode, telling intimate, gruesome details about the case.
A friend of her cousin told them about the show, warning Freeman’s family against watching it. Freeman told Evermore that she only watched a preview of the episode—and saw a picture of her mom’s hand wearing a ring that she now has.
“I felt frozen when I first viewed the picture of my mother’s hand,” she said.
Maintaining the dignity of victims’ stories, even without consent, is possible. An ABC News report on the discovery that led to solving Freeman’s mother’s murder exemplifies how to report crime victims’ stories responsibly. It doesn’t include unnecessary salacious details, for example, in the same fashion that many true crime platforms do, or tease the idea that Freeman’s father may have done it, a common trope in true crime storytelling.
The ABC report also recognizes that this crime had lasting effects on her loved ones, and clearly sought to include their perspective: “While it’s too painful for her children to talk about the case, her son said earlier this year that he’s grateful investigators never lost interest in his mother’s case,” the last paragraph reads.
In an interview with TIME Magazine, Mindy Pendleton said she also felt re-traumatized when she found out that another popular network documentary team was reporting on the murder of her stepson, Robert Mast. In February 2019, they asked her and her family to participate in the show. Pendleton was vehemently opposed to the idea.
“As a parent, a fellow human being, I beg you not to do this,” she wrote in an email to the documentary team, which she shared with TIME. “PLEASE don’t do this!”
Though a producer told Pendleton he’d never faced such a “moral dilemma,” the show moved forward despite her pleas, and Mast’s murder was recounted in the first episode of the second season of I Am A Killer, which premiered in April 2020. While the episode did not include input from Mast’s family, it did paint the woman who killed him “in a relatively sympathetic light,” as TIME reporter Melissa Chan put it.
I Am A Killer has gone on to have two more seasons, and a fifth is coming later this year—proving that the true crime craze has not dissipated.
Besides its exploitative focus on peoples’ most harrowing memories, true crime consumption often comes with another downside, according to Stacey Nye, a clinical professor of psychology at UW-Milwaukee: victim blaming.
Even those who “do everything right” can become victimized, Nye said in an interview with WUWM, an NPR station in Milwaukee, Wisconsin. She also highlighted another problem with true crime: its over-emphasis on white women: “There’s a huge number of women of color, Indigenous women, and trans women who are targeted, and that’s talked about much less.”
No victim deserves to have their story told without their permission—or that of their loved ones. But, like any other media representation, it’s important to be aware of the inequalities that true crime narratives may perpetuate.
It may be hard to determine a comprehensive solution to the exploitative side of true crime, given just how massive the industry is now.
But at least on an individual level, true crime content producers can make amends with victims and/or their families.
The National Center for Victims of Crime has sought to create more understanding among true crime fans, too.
“We have focused on trying to encourage ‘ethical’ true crime consumption—meaning that viewers are mindful of what they are watching and hold the producers/creators accountable for being victim-centered and including victim voices,” Renee Williams, the center’s executive director, told Evermore. “We always advocate for the inclusion of victims in telling their own stories in true crime and media coverage.”
To that end, her organization has created guidelines to help people stay thoughtful as they watch true crime shows or listen to true crime podcasts. Among them are reminders for people to ensure they’re consuming content from legitimate sources and to prioritize content that elevates victims’ perspectives.
So, the next time you scroll through your phone to pick a podcast, or see promo for the latest murder documentary splashed across your TV, take a beat. Remember that, no matter how this content may be packaged—whether it has Hollywood high production values, or uses a crime story to illustrate a salient political point—it is telling a story that belongs to someone else. Real people’s pain is behind these narratives, and it is important to remember and center that.[/vc_column_text][vc_separator border_width=”3″ css_animation=”fadeInRight” css=””][vc_column_text css=””]
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Mar 18, 2024 | Community, Family, Grief
PAUSE: Producing Safe, Culturally-Specific, Expert-Informed Grief and End-of-Life Resources Across America
How three Black-led grief organizations are building resources for communities of color through education and conversations.
By Nora Biette-Timmons[
In the summer of 2020, after the police killing of George Floyd sparked nationwide protests over entrenched racism and inequality, Alica Forneret paused to make a decision. Her career was already focused in grief spaces; after her mother’s sudden death in 2016, Forneret faced further difficulty when she returned to work and received little in the way of institutional support, something she set out to change through education, conversations, and community building.
But following the massive outcry over Floyd’s unjust, public death, she pivoted her work to focus on typically underserved demographics, and founded PAUSE with the mission of creating “spaces that produce safe, culturally-specific, and expert-informed grief and end of life resources serving Communities of Color.”
Black and other historically-marginalized or excluded communities in the U.S. face additional burdens when it comes to grief and the grieving process. “For many people of color, the fear, exhaustion and constant grief that all come from regularly dealing with various forms of discrimination are compounded when additional trauma piles on,” Forneret wrote in a HuffPost article about a year after launching PAUSE.
On top of that, Black folks disproportionately face experiences that cause grief, especially at a younger age: Compared to whites, Black Americans are 20 percent more likely than whites to lose a sibling by age 10; 50 percent more likely to lose a sibling by age 60; and three times more likely to lose a child before 70.
It’s these facts, and the further difficult realities that individuals face after losing a loved one, that Forneret wanted to respond to.
She told Evermore that her organization is exploring the tough questions: “Why [are] end-of-life-related outcomes and experiences different for people of color — and more importantly, how do we enhance that experience by centering identity?”
When drilling down into specifics, she said that PAUSE is seeking answers to queries like, “Why isn’t hospice as utilized by certain communities? Why do terms like palliative care not resonate with, alienate, or turn off certain communities? Why aren’t folks in healthcare settings currently making more culturally-specific referrals? Why are certain professions nervous about referring to doulas, healers, or creatives in the deathcare space?”
“These aren’t new questions, issues, or challenges,” she noted, but said that PAUSE is “hoping to achieve [new] ways of tackling them with different voices and perspectives at the forefront.” The end result, the changes, “come after asking those questions—it’s our hope to create new types of containers to not only have the discussions, but to also create sustained collaborative projects to address the answers.”
So far, PAUSE has developed an incubator of sorts for grief workers to pool their brain trusts and expand their reach. The Starlight Business Development Residency centers “people who are already doing the work in the community. We don’t want to recreate the wheel or take up space where others are already making impact,” Forneret told Evermore. The residency seeks to meet the needs of people of color who work in the deathcare field, who reported that most of the trainings and resources they had access to “were majority white-centered or highlighting western practices that didn’t fit with that didn’t fit with their way of thinking about the ways they wanted to run their business or serve their clients.”
PAUSE’s initial Starlight Residency welcomed 12 end-of-life entrepreneurs for six months; its second iteration, which launched in February, is getting even deeper: For 12 months, the residency will bring together six Los Angeles-based deathcare workers—from a variety of backgrounds, including the arts, coaching, and healing work—to connect, strengthen their skills, and expand the ever-growing community of BIPOC-focused grief facilitators and counselors.
That, she said, is her ultimate goal in her work. “My favorite person to talk to at a conference or a workshop is the person who says, ‘I had no idea I could find a Black, queer, LA-based death doula to refer my client to—can you make an introduction?’” Recognizing the intersectionality of the bereavement process is crucial, she said. “The most incredible impact we can make will come from being open to expanding our networks and acknowledging who can serve our clients best even if it’s not us.”
Dr. Julie Shaw, the founder of Hello I’m Grieving, participated in the inaugural Starlight Residency, and cites Forneret’s work as a guiding light and an inspiration: It “played a pivotal role in both my personal and professional growth,” she told Evermore. Each partner in PAUSE’s work “brings unique expertise to the table, making them invaluable resources within” the death and grief community.
“A crucial form of support” for this type of work “lies in fostering partnerships,” she said, highlighting the importance of PAUSE bringing people together. “This involves not only collaborating with fellow leaders in the grief space but also engaging with professionals from diverse industries who can contribute to the elevation and transformation of death and grief conversations.”
Shaw’s own journey in this space began when her sister died of Lupus in February 2020 but, she told Evermore, “It was only after months of introspection that I finally acknowledged my own grieving process. Taking a moment to ‘say hello’ to my grief, I wanted to extend that acknowledgment to others who may be experiencing similar pain.” To do so, she made T-shirts with the simple statement, which “became conversation starters wherever I went,” Shaw said, “prompting individuals to share their own stories of loss.”
These connections prompted her to train as a grief counselor, and now she works with companies to “help cultivate empathetic leadership, provide resources for supporting grieving employees returning to work, and offer guidance for grievers navigating their professional and personal lives after loss.”
In her practice, Shaw rejects “the idea that discussions of grief must always be somber,” and “draws from my background in athletics to offer motivation and coaching for individuals to navigate their grief journey while striving for personal growth.” As a gay Black and Filipino woman, Shaw told Evermore that she recognizes “the significance of…the intersectionality of grief with our identities” and how these inform “the way we experience and express grief, as well as how it’s perceived by others.”
The perception—or lack thereof—of grief is a subject that’s close to the heart of Nefertiti Moor, the founder of Dearly Bereaved. “Within the Black community…our grief is often swept under the rug and meant to be forgotten,” she told Evermore. “Most jobs don’t give bereavement leave, so a lot of us are ‘sucking it up’ and proceeding with life as if we are okay and we usually are not.”
Her work focuses primarily on “alternative deathcare” for the Black community, which she describes as “a more natural and aligned approach to what our ancestors did for our loved ones” that is rooted in “connection, love, and comfortability for the dying.” A large portion of this requires bridging the gap between many “alternative” practices that are often “whitewashed”; Moor makes sure she is in “more deathcare spaces” to offer outreach to grieving people who may not “feel very comfortable connecting with someone who doesn’t look like them or cannot connect culturally.”
Beyond her services like living funeral planning and grief meditation, Moor also offers guidance about navigating home funerals and green burials. These tools not only allow loved ones to grieve in spaces that are comfortable and familiar, they can cut down on the often-shocking expense of dying in America.
Like many burdens in America, the impact of grieving disproportionately affects communities of color—and, as Forneret expressed in her writing, these traumas are compounded by other, existing, ongoing injustices. That’s what makes work like her’s, Shaw’s, and Moor’s so important: It speaks to the specific needs of these communities, which are often pain points, but as Shaw told Evermore, can be infused “with empathy and even moments of fun” as the bereaved remember their late loved ones.
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Feb 23, 2024 | Community, Family, Grief
Bo-Hawg & Evermore, A Love Story:
A Deep-Fried Meaning Found in Grief
How Bo-Hawg owner Greenberry Taylor injected Evermore into Pig Fish’s DNA
Grease popping, no breeze, standing in direct sunlight, lifting coolers with 50 pounds of grouper, hands coated in cornmeal and batter, and a heat index of 107. Ah, those were the days.
That’s what it was like cooking seafood with my pops. My man LOVED this. A big reason is because he did this with his dad growing up. Later in life they began volunteering their services (and fish) as a way to help raise money for youth sports in our hometown. They would fry grouper, boil peanuts, boil shrimp — you name it, they did it.
So, it was only natural that my siblings and I grew up sharing this tradition with him. My brother and I even fried the fish, boiled the shrimp, and made the west indies salad for my wedding rehearsal dinner. Swear to god we were both back there frying fish as guests were walking up.
Anytime someone was strategizing how to raise money for their non-profit or event, pops was first to volunteer. “I’d like to donate the seafood and my services,” he’d say. People knew his reputation for frying up some of the best damn fish you’ve ever had in your life, so they were as happy to accept.
When he volunteered though, it meant we (his kids and whoever else he could wrangle) were also volunteering. My brother tells great stories of times my dad would casually say, “We’re cooking for so-and-so this weekend. It’s about 200 people.” Usually, he told my brother mid-week. Classic. He cooked for local churches, sports events, and individuals, but I will always remember cooking for Children of the World.
Children of the World, a non-profit that is an intercountry adoption service that places children in adoptive homes in Alabama. From my memory, I always remember this being in July. And to quote my man Stevie Wonder, it was hotter than July outside. Standing next to two, 30-gallon fryers with the butane fueled flames roaring so loud it sounded like a heavy breeze running through a tunnel just turned the temp dial up higher.
But my dad loved it. He loved the people that ran it. He loved what they did for kids and families. He always looked forward to this event, even though it was a lot of work.
What he did not like was the recognition. Pops never volunteered for the shine. Never to hear the words, “We’d like to thank G.B. Taylor for cooking.” In fact, I remember one time when they surprised him with an award in front of a ton of people. While he appreciated it, being recognized made him cringe. I’m pretty sure when they handed him the mic he said, “I don’t want this.”
I say all of this to let you know that giving back was something my dad was passionate about. I knew when I launched The Bo-Hawg that parts of him needed to be embedded in the fabric of who we are.
That is how I found Evermore.
I created a spreadsheet of nonprofits that focused on grief and/or bereavement. All-in-all I probably looked at 50. Next to each were their 2-3 sentence elevator pitch/mission followed by a transparency score or status (e.g., silver, gold, platinum, etc.). Looking at those scores and status awards, it was bananas how many shitty organizations there are “dedicated to grieving.”
GRIEVING! Literally one of the most jarring life experiences a human can face, and people are taking advantage? Truly disheartening.
My obsession with transparency stems from my time as a journalist. I never approached a story thinking I would be lied to; however, I always was conscious of the potential and therefore would do deep dives. Sometimes my notes really did look like that Charlie Day meme where there is red string spiderwebbed across a board and psychotic grin to match.
I also had just finished watching Telemarketers, a documentary that examines those bogus call centers that push charities. It is truly wild, and I recommend it if you are into those true crime type docs.
Apologies for the detour, back to finding Evermore.
I knew I wanted to team up with an organization that was “in the shit.” By that I mean people working, grinding, and making every effort to provide resources to those dealing with what I was (and still am) going through. Some non-profits are hands off, which is not a bad thing. But my experience is standing next to fryers in July, so I wanted someone in that same headspace.
And honestly, Evermore was not who I was expecting we’d link up with. They are big picture thinkers who are grinding to make nationwide change on a policy level for bereaved people. They have been featured in The New York Times, The Atlantic, on Good Morning America, and more!
“Surely these people will not have time for a small-time company like us,” I thought. “They’re just plug-and-play (meaning hands-off) at this point, and our small potatoes won’t mean anything.”
But the language on their site sounded so authentic, so personal. I could feel how they were talking about grief and loss and the indescribable f**king fallout that comes after losing someone. They even have this line on their mission page that says, “We need more than thoughts and prayers.” That’s exactly how I feel!
And to top it all off, they use data and science to help them push change. That is LITERALLY what I did for nearly 10 years of my life as a research scientist focused on patient-provider communication, mental health and emerging adults, and similar projects.
So, just like Travis Kelce…I shot my shot and sent an email to one of those generic addresses listed on a website. Two days later, I received a response from one of their team members, Jena, asking if we could set up a time to talk.
At this very moment, I am moved to tears thinking about that first call with Jena. I was totally expecting her to be all business with questions about what I could contribute financially, how things would work legally. I imagined it was going to be real sterile. Instead, she started the conversation out by saying this:
I read the story about the Pig Fish and your dad. It’s so wonderful that you created this for him. Can you tell me about him?
Seriously, I am sobbing reliving that moment. I couldn’t believe a few things, the first being that she read my website, the second that she wanted to hear about my pops. Man, I was taken back. I am pretty sure I got choked up because until then, sharing my pops with the world was just me writing and posting on social media. I was never really asked about him by a stranger.
The conversation we had was so beautiful. I talked about my pops and what I was going through in the wake of his death. She shared her own story of loss, which I will refrain from telling since it is not mine to share. And then, we talked about music and storytelling.
Jena explained that they imagined using the donations from The Bo-Hawg to put toward storytelling. She told me about Evermore’s belief in sharing others stories and the power that it holds. Given that my dad was a storyteller, and I am a storyteller, it could not have seemed more perfect.
“We don’t have a lot of sales right now, and I am really not sure when or if it will take off,” I admitted to Jena. “We aren’t worried about the money,” she said, “we just appreciate you thinking of us.”
Boom! Another moment I couldn’t believe was happening. She really didn’t care that we were small potatoes. It didn’t matter that our contributions might be small or large. What was important was that we shared the same values about helping those with grief.
The last 15 minutes we talked about the Grateful Dead and how Jena met her husband, how she got to see Billy Strings (a Pig Fish favorite) before he blasted into stardom, although she admitted he has always been a prodigy. I learned more about Joyal, Evermore’s founder. She is a badass, be sure to check her out!
The conversation wrapped with me communicating that The Bo-Hawg was not interested in promoting our relationship with Evermore on a large stage. That means no advertisements saying, “Part of all proceeds go to Evermore…” More and more on social media you see brands that advertise their contribution to a cause to move weight.
“Buy a shirt, plant three trees.” Or, “Save the turtles, buy a bracelet.” I am not knocking brands that do this. Heck, I imagine a lot of good does come from them! But my DNA for giving is the same as my dad’s. We are not doing it for the shine or to push our product. We are doing it because we care and want to help out an organization whose mission we believe in.
This post will be the only place on the site where I acknowledge our relationship, or whatever you want to call it. Its existence will only be known to those who purchase a product, talk about it organically, read this post, or if Evermore decides to share.
I am not an idiot. I know that at some point I might talk about our partnership if asked. Or we could collaborate on a design where all proceeds go to Evermore. If that does happen, please refer to this post. To quote Sean Carter, who will sometimes use verses from Christopher Wallace’s songs, “I say a B.I.G. verse, I’m only biggin’ up my brother.”
In other words, if The Bo-Hawg is talking about Evermore, we are doing so to raise visibility for them and their cause. Yes, a natural bi-product will be that our brand awareness might jump, but that’s just how it is. It’s not our goal or motive.
The Pig Fish is a cool design. I love it. It reminds me of my pops every time I see it. I love that people are wearing it. But I want it to have a deeper meaning, something that pops would stop and say, “That’s really cool. I’m glad it’s helping.”
I will close by saying that my mission will always be for the Pig Fish to evolve. Injecting Evermore into its DNA is just one way I believe that can happen. It also is awesome that this part of the evolution has pops in it.