Short FictionStrangers always ask her about her necklace.
Always ask her where she got it or what it means. If she ever takes it off. If she’s always worn it. They complement its beauty, its uniqueness. The way it’s both simple and complex. The thin silver chain hangs delicately around her neck everyday, bearing four small tokens. Each one a gift from the most important women in her life. She liked when people asked about her necklace. It gave her the opportunity to tell them about these women. The women that came before her and paved the way for her. The largest charm was a silver heart-shaped locket. A gift from her older sister from when they were small. Something that her sister had saved up pennies and nickels to buy. After all these years, the locket remained bare – no photos had made the locket their home. Then there was the delicate ivory heart from her maternal grandmother. It was much smaller than the locket but bore its same shape. She did not receive it until after her grandmother died when she was twelve. Her most treasured charm hung loosely on the chain. It was an art deco-style gold ring that had a thin gold rim that wrapped around two luminescent pearls like small golden waves. Her paternal grandmother – her first best friend – gave this to her on her thirteenth birthday. It was too small to fit around her fingers, but she hated wearing rings anyways. She was always hyper-aware of them like a foreign object wound too tightly on her fingers when she was writing or typing or cooking. So she put it on the chain. The last token she didn’t add until she was seventeen. This was always the charm that people asked about. It was a teardrop-shaped angular cut crystal that caught every light it was shown, brilliantly reflecting colors in surrounding directions like a tiny portable mirrorball. It was stunning. It was her mom’s. That’s what she tells people at least. And it’s not a complete lie. More like a half lie. It was her mom’s. But it wasn’t a gift. Now it hangs around her neck, becoming heavier and heavier with each wear. She wears it like a memory. A regret. This tiny portable mirrorball reflecting her silent shame on every wall in every room. It was originally part of a set of two. A pair of earrings gifted to her mother by a friend who had made them especially for her. They were her mother’s favorite. They were the girl’s favorite to borrow too. Her mom always asked her to be careful with them. To always return them safely to the top drawer of her dresser where her mom kept the rest of her jewelry. The girl took good care of the earrings. Always grateful that her mom let her wear something so special. And she protected them until the night she wore them to a friend’s party. It was the summer before her senior year of high school. She delicately threaded them through her pierced ears and smiled in the mirror as they reflected the light of her pale blue eyes. She always felt beautiful, truly beautiful, in these earrings. All of her close friends were at this house, maybe a total of ten people were there. They danced outside by the fire. They drank and laughed like they had always done. But this party was different for the girl. There was one boy in the group that had never truly let her in. Never cared to get to know her and always expressed disdain for her. He was there. And for the first time, the two acted like friends – or the girl thought for the first time, they were friends. He laughed when she told a joke. He listened to her speak. He danced with her when the music permitted. Relief rushed over her body as they awkwardly moved to the beats of the song. She wanted him to like her. He was the standard for cool and had been picky with who he called a friend. His exclusivity made him attractive to the girl. Not in a romantic or sexual way but in a way that made her want to win at his game. It was a challenge to her, and that night she had won. When it was time to sleep, she was properly buzzed on cheap beer and the beds were all taken. The boy kindly offered she take the couch, but she refused. She was a good floor sleeper anyways. So he laid down on the living room sofa and her parallel to him on the rug below. Her front facing the foot of the couch, she rested her head on the makeshift pillow constructed out of a pile of random clothes, and she silently smiled. She fell asleep, but it seemed like no more than a second passed before she woke up. He had already begun to take all the parts of her like a petulant child sinking their hands into another kid’s birthday cake before the candles were blown out. She was still on her side, facing the couch. Her right hip bone burrowing into the ground, bruised, as if her body was subconsciously trying to bury itself. She could not see him. Only feel him and hear him. Each touch a trespass on stolen land until all that was left were her eyes frozen in place. And there it was glimmering softly in the dark, dusty vastness. Her eyes stayed fixed on the singular earring lying limply under the couch as it reflected the light of his every move. She started to silently weep. When it was over and the house started to wake up, the girl hid in the bathroom for too long a time to know. She went back to look for the piece of jewelry, but it was gone. Every time she returned to that particular house, she looked for it to no avail. It had vanished. She kept the secret from her mom for a while until finally confessing that she lost the earring. Soon after, she slid the remaining crystal onto the thin silver chain. She lies to everyone who asks her about the necklace. One of the tokens wasn’t a gift. But she let it hang around her neck like a noose. No one else knows it's not whole. That it’s missing its other half. A whole part of itself gone. Still she wears it. And still the girl lies. And still the necklace reflects light everywhere she goes, secretly displaying its history on every wall in every room.
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I wore a keffiyeh to vote for Vice President Kamala Harris to become the next President of the United States today. Most of my peers would and have vehemently disagreed with this decision, and I understand why.
Vice President Harris has angered me with her lack of active support for the Palestinian people and her inability to halt support for Israel’s continual genocide of them as well. Her mere words of support have been lacking significance and follow through, which is not good enough for my peers to warrant a vote. In her statement from Oct. 7 of this year to mark the one year anniversary of the Hamas attacks, she highlights her desire and efforts to release all the hostages held by Hamas and lists the American hostages by name. She then writes very definitively, “My commitment to the security of Israel is unwavering.” This is followed by a lack luster, thoughts-and-prayers style paragraph about the Palestinian people. She said she is “heartbroken” over the death and destruction, yet not once mentions the 9,440 Palestinian people (including children) that are still being held hostage by the Israel Prison Service (IPS), according to B’Tselem. She then calls for a ceasefire, which still has not come 13 months after the war began. Her words and actions are disappointing to someone who has unwavering support – financially and vocally – for the Palestinian people since October 2023. Yet, if a large proportion of Gen Z democrats chose to vote third party or not at all in this election to protest Vice President Harris’s confusing and illogical position on the war in Gaza, we might end up with a President Trump-backed Israel. This will be the worst outcome for the people in Gaza. A guaranteed American-backed genocide of the Palestinian people. Former president Donald Trump has vowed to crush pro-Palestinian protests on campuses, expel student demonstrators from the United States, and praise police departments that arrest and shut down demonstrations of free speech, according to the Washington Post. Trump’s campaign press secretary Karoline Leavitt said that when Trump is back in office, “Israel will once again be protected… terrorists will be hunted down, and the bloodshed will end.” Trump wants to financially support Israel in any way possible to destroy Hamas and to “do it quickly” he said. Trump has repeatedly declared support for Israel despite a contentious personal relationship with Prime Minister Netanyahu and has publicly urged Israel to “finish up your war” and to “get the job done.” Trump has also promised to not aid in the reconstruction of the Gaza strip, to cut off all aid to the Palestinian people, and to bar refugees from Gaza from entering the U.S., according to the Guardian. This is extremely concerning and are all reasons why a vote for Vice President Harris is more of a preventative measure and will ultimately be better for the Palestinian people. I am not happy or accepting by any means her rhetoric or plans to aid this conflict, but as someone who is anti-genocide and cares deeply about the humanitarian crisis in the Gaza strip, I had to vote for Vice President Harris. The alternatives were unacceptable. One, directly voting for a man who has vowed to censor and deport pro-Palestinian students and vowed to write a blank check to Israel to finish their war by any means. Two, indirectly voting that man into office by abstaining to vote. The alternatives were unacceptable. And while my peers may (and do) disagree with me and can call this virtue signaling, my decision to vote is just as sacred as theirs is not to. My call to the rest of my peers who support an end the the genocide in Gaza is to vote for Vice President Kamala Harris, protest where you can, donate as you can to relief funds, and talk to your family and friends on a consistent basis about what is happening in Palestine. Donate to the Palestine Children’s Relief Fund here. Tearing through the pitch black forest on windy dirt roads with the “Pursuit of Happiness - Extended Steve Aoki Remix” blasting at max volume through the car speakers, I realized we had lost all phone service miles ago with no way to get out of the dense Tennessee woods.
Neither did that fact bother nor stop us from blindly driving to what was advertised to us as a “hippie festival” or “abundance festival” by Brinslee, our whitewater rafting tour guide, on the last night of our camping trip July 2021 in the Smoky Mountain National Park. Brinslee was a part of a small group of young adults who worked as tour guides at the whitewater rafting center over the summer and then moved to the north to work at ski lodges over the winter, moving every six months together to find work. Some of her coworkers had been to these parties before, and her supervisor named Sparkles lived there full-time. The four girls – Caterina, Sydney, Amelia and Brinslee – sat shoulder over shoulder, thigh over thigh in the backseat, playfully dipping their heads out the windows yelling along to Kid Cudi – “Feeling lit, feeling right, 2:00 AM, summer night.” I sat shotgun alongside Jake who was the one driving 45 miles per hour twisting confidently around unlit mountain roads. I just met most of these people barely two months before while working together at the same restaurant before this camping trip. We met Brinslee five hours prior to getting in the car. And after four days in the wilderness together and 20 minutes of driving quite literally into the unknown, we finally approached a porch light to a modest looking cabin and poured out of the car. Complete silence. No sign of young adults wearing tie dye shirts. No sign of people smoking weed out of their shared bong that they named something stupid like Donna or Jennifer. No sign of “Casey Jones” playing in the background. We began to explore the property, having no idea what to expect while unleashed dogs randomly approached us and then ran mysteriously into the dark woods again. As we walked deeper and deeper into the property, we started to hear the deep rhythm of distant drums and see flickers from an illuminating bonfire. The closer we get, the more my curiosity pulls me towards this unknown despite my heart palpitating along to the tribal beat. Then the trees opened up, and there it was. 15 or so people ranging from 20 years old to 60 years old encircled the largest bonfire I had ever seen – some seated drumming to improvised beats and melodies, some up and dancing, following the inconsistencies in the lyric-less vocals and unsynced rhythms. There were two female dancers wearing nothing but spandex shorts and hip scarfs adorned with shaking gold coins that barely ever stopped dancing the whole night – one of them was Sparkles. She took a break just this once when we first arrived to proudly give us the official tour. Sparkles lives on the property full time with her partner and dog named Bill Withers in the lofted yurt they built themselves. Her and about ten other people lived on the property. When we asked what they believed in, there was no straight answer. They were brought together by means of their open spirituality and free-living ideology. She told us about the property and the people that live as well as spend time there. She explained we were there for an abundance festival, an annual celebration to give thanks to the Earth for providing an abundance of luck, wealth, harvest, love, or anything which is a centuries-old practice for the people that live in the area. So no 21-year-olds wearing tie dye shirts, smoking out of their collective bong named Lisa and listening to the Grateful Dead. In the first 20 minutes of being there, all of my expectations were proved wrong. I then decided to just sit back and take everything in. Become an anthropologist for a night and one night only. I realized all I could do here is learn from people and their way of life. On a last minute camping trip with people I barely knew, I ended up somewhere I never thought I’d be. A commune. Scratch that – “community.” Sparkles corrected us very early on. In the eyes of the state of Tennessee, the group and property was to be called a “community” for legal reasons I didn’t quite understand. After the tour of the yurt, Sparkles took us back to the drums and dancing where she picked up where she left off. I scanned the mini-amphitheater style outdoor space and saw the outdoor communal kitchen and to the left of that what I later found out to be called the “tripping room” which was three wooden walls with mismatched pillows and tapestries on the ground. Inside there were a myriad of easels and paintings including a masterful portrait of Jimi Hendrix that was currently being worked on by a “community” member. Out of seemingly nowhere, three men came up behind our group offering up the dixie cups in each of their hands which were filled halfway with red Kool Aid (a moment of panic ensued with the thought of the other time Kool Aid was distributed in a “community”) and one of them innocently asked a one-word question – “Acid?” Jake and I quickly declined as we had already made a pact to collect observations as anthropologists for the evening (and he was driving). The other girls didn’t object and shared two dixie cups between the four of them to not be too reckless. We split up to different positions around the fire pit, I took a swig of Tennessee moonshine that we picked up at a stand on the side of the road, and that’s just where our night began. I danced, held hands with strangers circling the fire, sang random wordless melodies, tried to play the drums, then was interrupted by a “community” member that taught me how to play. Jake and I plagued the painter in the tripping room with questions and tried to keep a tally of the random dogs that came and went as they pleased (we lost count). We explored the different yurts and cabins on the property by walking through their unlocked and slightly ajar doors, talking with each unique and distinct character. By 3:00 am, we had heard about a cleansing ritual and followed the 50-year-old partners and leaders of the commune back to the private outdoor hot tub. The rules were simple: - You have to be clean before getting into the tub. - You cannot wear any clothes in the tub. - You cannot bring phones or any electronic devices in the tub. - You must be prepared for whatever may come your way spiritually in the tub. - You must be non-judgmental of anybody in the tub. The leaders confidently stripped down first and got in. Then Brinsley. Then Caterina and Sydney. Then Amelia. I got in after them with the thought process of “everything once” and “being the primary source is better than observing the primary source.” Jake, being the only guy on our trip, was last to join and the most hesitant to do so. But for an hour in the early morning, the six of us were being cleansed – of what? I don’t remember – and becoming closer with each passing minute. Nothing creepy or sexual happened in the tub which was a concern of mine. It was innocent and purely supposed to be a spiritual experience. If it hadn’t started to rain, I’m not sure we would have left the “community.” The warm July rain got into our eyes and so did reality. We reluctantly said our goodbyes, got in the car and narrowly escaped the woods. I honestly still don’t know how we were able to navigate our way out. We returned back to our campground, silently entered my family’s tent, laid in the dampened pillows and blankets and fell asleep to the pattering of rain on the tarp and with fresh air in our lungs. A few short hours later, we woke up, packed the trunk of Jake’s mud-stained car, and started to drive back to Charleston and reality in the rain and fog and silence. Amelia and I hiking in the mountains during the camping trip. I sat shotgun in the collective, mutually-understood speechlessness on my way back to my own reality of that summer. To the reality of the next day being Monday, meaning I commute two hours to work 40 hours at my radio internship until Friday to work 40 more hours at my restaurant job, back to the 7-day work week that drove me to levels of burnout I had never known before. But I rode back with a subtle grin on my face despite knowing what was waiting for me after the six-hour road trip was done. The trip as a whole, but especially the spontaneous plot twist that was the “community” left me feeling refreshed, inspired and exhaled a breath of new life into me that helped me to survive the summer and make it into fall. That place built some of the closest friendships I have to this day. It gave us a secret, a piece of the world that only we shared. And in one night, one experience, my world was simultaneously becoming larger and smaller by the minute. I was learning more and more about this microculture which expanded my world view, but it also felt like each connection I made that night revealed how all of us are unimportant in the grander perception of the world. In the best, most comforting way possible, I realized how small and inconsequential I am on this planet, in this life which is exactly what I needed to recalibrate myself after feeling so lost for so long. It is the places and people that put you out of your comfort zone and pluck you out of your routine unexpectedly that can change the course of your life. While Sparkles, the Jimi Hendrix painter, or the naked couple in the hot tub most certainly do not remember this normal night for them from last summer, it created a core memory and priceless effect in my life. Critically-acclaimed pastry chef Gregory Baumgartner battled substance abuse and untreated mental health afflictions throughout his rapid rise to culinary notoriety. From age 14 when he first started washing dishes in a restaurant to 31 now consulting for and cultivating the pastry teams for multiple Michelin star restaurants, Baumgartner recounts his lifetime in the food service industry. Baumgartner currently works for Cranes DC to create and maintain their dessert menu while also consulting for restaurants in L.A. and working on his own projects for the future.
Baumgartner was named on Zagat’s 2016 “30 under 30” list of L.A. food and beverage industry professionals who are making a significant impact on the industry. StarChefs awarded him with the “Rising Star” title in 2017 for his work at 71Above. His time in the industry are stories fellow chefs and industry professionals know all too well, escaping the tightly bound grip of 100-hour work weeks, extreme conditions and cyclical experiences of restaurant work through alcohol and drugs. The environment that restaurant work breeds and substance abuse are close “friends,” Baumgartner said, highlighting the “intensity” of the industry and its effects on the mental health of the staff. I met Chef Greg in August 2021 when I started working front-of-house at Cranes upon moving to D.C. from Charleston, SC. This was my fourth restaurant job, fifth year serving and second year working in fine-dining. I am 19-years-old, and as I was listening to Chef Greg speak about his time in the industry, I began to reflect on the similarities of our experiences despite the time we entered the industry and what kinds of jobs we did. Tell me a little bit about you and your experience in the food service industry. “My father was a classically trained master chef from Europe, and our language of love in the family was just cooking. It's kind of where I found my love for food. My father would bake and cook, and I just had a natural knack of curiosity for it. Certainly wasn't my first career choice, but 14 through 18, it kind of paid my short amount of bills, I would say, helped me have a car to get to work and do other fun things. And then as I kind of fell out of love with the degree choices that I had in college, I kind of fell back into the industry and I took it a little more seriously, and I found myself wanting to do pastry. “I ended up working at a place for free for a couple of months, and finally they gave me a job as someone fell out of the pastry cook position, and I was able to kind of take it on. I didn't really know anything about it. I didn't know how to make chocolate chip cookies. It gave me the opportunity to kind of start to elevate my career… At that point, I think I was probably around maybe 20. “I had already been a sous chef for two years at that point. So a very young manager. I was fortunate to have some training from hotels, but I don't know that it could have ever really prepared me for my twenties.” When you were growing up, what did the industry look like to you as an outsider? “My dad actually probably when I was probably around 10 or 11, I believe he stopped working in the industry and decided to do something a little bit more independent and be a mail courier. And that's kind of how he lived out his life as a mail courier. “I mean, it is an opportunity for those who don't necessarily know what they're trying to do with their lives. For some people, they're very passionate about food, it speaks to them. There's just a natural curiosity of it. People love to eat. People love to understand the science behind things. People want to know how other people made something. They want to do it better themselves. So they just want to have the ability to do it. So I think for me that was the natural draw was the curiosity and honestly, to pay bills.” Was there pressure for you to rise to a certain level of notoriety very young? “The industry [can] promote young pastry chefs into positions of management. I can't necessarily call it power, but it is this sort of strange power structure that works to put young cooks into those positions as pastry chefs and to give them notoriety and to give them this sort of 15-minutes-of-fame. Then they burn out by the time they're 28, 29, 30, and they end up leaving the industry. So there is a little bit of pressure. I wouldn't say anyone ever put a gun to my head and forced me to do anything. I certainly had my own ambitions, and they've changed a hundred times since I started. “This is a game of ego. It really is. Especially depending on what part of the industry you're working in, but I should imagine it affects – it probably affects every industry, but it certainly in, in the food and beverage industry, it's all about being seen, being heard, being the loudest voice, being the most effective.” Was there anything that you wanted to say early on in your career? “Early on, it was all about wanting fairness. I really wanted to take influence from the tech industry and flatten the curve in terms of the hierarchy… Since you're hiring so many people with a lot of different backgrounds, a lot of different experiences in life to give them a voice to be able to be more creative. And I felt like by creating that fair atmosphere, you might blossom a new sort of creativity that doesn't really exist in the industry, doesn't really exist anywhere that I've been familiar with. But as I've gotten older, I don't see that as a good solution.” Is there anything you're trying to say now at this point in your career? “Not necessarily, no.” Can you describe the reputation that the industry has in regards to addiction and substance abuse? “[The food service industry] tends to pull in people who don't necessarily have a good direction in life. Maybe they do. And depending on the style or part of the industry that you work in because of its high-risk, very low-reward, it can be very grueling on your body. It can be very stressful in very short increments of time that a lot of people turn to stimulants, whether it be alcohol or drugs to either fill a void, to fill an emptiness or to kind of make them feel alive, make them feel something after something that they didn't really enjoy for six hours at a time.” You talk about this from a very distanced point of view or at least that's how I'm hearing it. What are your experiences with this side of the industry or what have you seen? “I've seen it hit just about anyone at some point in time. Honestly, I've seen it, especially with the, you know, kitchen staff, It builds sort of a comradery, but also it can build a very unhealthy comradery, and I've seen plenty of chefs ride a wave of success only to find themselves coming, crashing down to reality, to recognize that they have an issue.” What does that necessarily look like? “I give you an example of a chef that I knew who was relatively famous. He had an alcoholic tendency to drink at work. His day would start at eight or nine in the morning, and he would get a Big Gulp from 7/11. And he would, I would imagine, inevitably pour out whatever the contents were or fill it up with ice and also walk right next door to the liquor store and fill the Big Gulp up with alcohol and straight into work, he would drink through the day. "You could see his mood swings, you could see the ups and downs that kind of come with that sort of addictive personality. And with those mood swings, you can see, you know, some vicious words are constantly passed along to certain employees. You can see a strong desire towards sexual tendencies trying to lash out. All in all, it's just very unhealthy.” I applied for my first restaurant job at a mom and pop Italian restaurant to help save for college, hoping the $8.50 an hour for only five shifts a week would generate the appropriate funds needed for the 2020 high tuition rates. This was a hole-in-the-wall, only-15-tables-in-the-entire-restaurant kind of place. Deep into the pandemic in August of 2020, I lamented putting in my two weeks and started at a fine dining restaurant downtown when I realized the kind of money I could be making. Shortly after starting, this restaurant became my whole life. With complete isolation other than going to work, this became my only source of social interaction, and I began putting full-time hours and energy into a part-time job. I never saw the effects of working in food service on substance abuse until I started working in fine-dining – partly because now I wasn’t a minor (a fresh 18) and partly because I mainly worked with a small staff of an immigrant family at the previous restaurant. What elements of the food service industry create an environment for that behavior to flourish? “I certainly can't speak for everyone in the industry. I would imagine that one of the reasons it flourishes so much is probably because of the way in which the business works and operates. Typically if you're working in the restaurant, there's alcohol around, and with alcohol there's sometimes drugs. I would say that the restaurant industry, when people get out of work after working a long time, comes the party and with the party comes all of those substances, we just mentioned, and you can [party] into the late hours, and it becomes a habitual cycle. That's really what it is. And it's not just one restaurant that goes out at night, it's all of them. All service industry folks go out at night, and they meet and they do all these activities and it's how the web and the process starts.” Within walking distance from both fine dining restaurants I worked from 2020 through 2021, were a strip of bars and restaurants with bars that knew everyone that worked in the industry by name, uniform and drink order. Most offered “food&bev” discounts on drinks, some even 50% off all well liquor, all wine and all beer all of the time to only those who worked in Charleston restaurants. I started to go out with coworkers to these bars after six-hour shifts starting in October 2020. We’d go every night, have a few drinks, a round of Montenegro or Jameson shots for the table and then go home, to then repeat this cycle the next day. Then, I’d start to go out for one or two or three rounds of drinks in between gruesome double shifts. After my second White Thai (local craft beer), I would make eye contact with the bartender that knew my name, real age and the regular shifts I worked and he would close out my tab for less than $10. Closer to the end of my time in Charleston, I started to buy adderall off my ADHD coworker before a shift or bring in a to-go cup of tequila-water and place it on the shelf next to all the other servers’ water cups. Constant verbal degradation from unrelenting clientele (whose standards were somehow higher despite a global pandemic), 14 plus hours in a hot kitchen, carrying 60 pounds worth of plateware/glasses/trays of food up and down multiple flights of stairs and just needing a semblance of normalcy and comradery lead me to the corner of North Market and East Bay Street every day, often twice a day. Do you have any specific experiences with that kind of lifestyle? “Oh yeah, absolutely… It started, for me, I would imagine my first intermingled relationship with alcohol came from my father. My father was a raging alcoholic. He probably used alcohol to self-medicate from particular mental health issues that he, given his age, probably was very unaware of, or maybe he was very aware and I just I'll never know. That would probably be my first experience – watching his own suffering with his own relationship with alcohol. “And then it, of course, inevitably hit me when I was younger. Maybe when I was a teenager, working in a fine dining restaurant, it was very easily accessible for me to get alcohol and to drink. And what seems like an innocent, fun time, as you get older, you start to recognize and realize it's an easy way to escape. “For those who don't necessarily have a good grasp of life or a good grasp of their goals or their drive, it can be an easy way to escape for them. And so then it becomes a habitual process. And then it becomes an unstoppable process. And then it inevitably becomes a sickness if you can't stop it.” When did you realize that this cycle had tangible consequences on you or in the industry itself? “I had a very fast-paced career. I was moving up very quickly. I would say that it certainly presented its own issues with my own ego. It certainly grew out of control at some points. And for me, I was always ambitious in the sense that the grass always looked greener somewhere else. And the further that I drove, the greener it would become and the easier it would get until one day I found myself a part-owner in a business, my father passing away, battling alcoholism already and working. I was probably working about 100 to 110 hours a week to make the business work. One day, it just came crashing down, and I found myself at work drunk. “An actual investor had to take me home. And this is probably around nine o'clock in the morning where I passed out, and I woke up, and I realized I had an issue. I had more than one issue, but I also recognized that my illness had impacted everything that I had created for myself. And that's the key. I did it to myself.” My struggles with alcohol misuse did not really have the opportunity to become an illness at this point in my life, fortunately, but it did have an effect on my mental health and my work. On multiple occasions, I woke up an hour late for work so hungover that driving back downtown was unsafe and difficult. I once had to sleep in my car in a not-the-safest neighborhood after getting back from the bar to find a boot on my tire. The police wouldn’t unlock it until the morning. I went to work at 9:00 am in the same clothes that I wore the shift before. I almost missed the early morning flight to my grandfather’s funeral the morning after a late shift. At the time, I just thought ‘I’m young. I’m allowed to make these kinds of mistakes. I was always so driven and on time and well-behaved that this behavior is a mere blimp in my life trajectory.’ It was when two of my closest friends who also work in the food and beverage industry individually got underage DUI’s after driving home from a post-work night of drinking. This terrified me. That is not just a ‘blimp in my life trajectory.’ That is a night in jail. A night of no one knowing where you are. That is not being able to leave the state or even losing your license. That is permanent record type scarring. How much of your illness do you attribute to your circumstances within the industry? “That's a tricky question. I would like to think that my own mental illnesses certainly play hand-in-hand with alcoholism… There are probably aspects [of working in the industry] where it was easy to find access to things that could help me numb my mind from a young age. But I certainly can't blame the industry for that.” — — — — — — 34% of food service workers have self-reported to have been under the influence of drugs while at work, while 36% have reported to have been under the influence of alcohol while working, according to a study done by American Addiction Centers. They also reported that one in 10 restaurant workers are under the influence of drugs for the majority of their shifts and simultaneously, one in 20 are under the influence of alcohol for the majority of their shifts. The National Survey on Drug Use and Health published in 2015 by The Substance Abuse and Mental Health Services Administration (SAMHSA) attributed the highest rates of substance use disorder to the accommodations and food services industry with 16.9% of employed adults ages 18 to 24 with substance use disorder work in this industry. 74% of chefs are sleep deprived, 63% of chefs feel depressed, and 50% or more of chefs have felt pushed to a breaking point, according to a 2017 study by Unilever Food Solutions. — — — — — — Can you speak to these statistics? “The industry is a bit of a pitfall. There are very slim margins. You have to be very passionate to survive in this industry. There are plenty of other jobs where you can go and make a higher profit for your time. And so yes, there are a lot of repetitive tendencies in this industry to push as hard as you can every single day. And eventually everyone will hit a breaking point, no matter what the set of circumstances are that cause it. “I can see it from the highest of celebrity chefs who don't know how to manage their own issues. And you can see it from people who are just getting started. It can be very hard to break in, especially given, if you don't start early enough, you don’t start young enough. It can be even harder to make your own imprint into the industry. “I could throw an additional statistic in there, and I'm not gonna necessarily give you a number, but from what I have discovered, one out of two*, if not a higher number of people who suffer from alcoholism actually suffer from bipolar disorder. And if you think about how many people in the restaurant industry suffer from alcoholism or some slight addiction to alcohol, or use it for an escape, if you look at that statistic, it should speak to how big of a problem there actually is.” * “60.7 percent of people with bipolar I disorder had a lifetime diagnosis of a substance use disorder (i.e., an alcohol or other drug use disorder); 46.2 percent of those with bipolar I disorder had an alcohol use disorder; and 40.7 percent had a drug abuse or dependence diagnosis,” according to the National Institute on Alcohol Abuse and Alcoholism. — — — — — — Additionally, adults ages 18 or older with any mental illness were over twice as likely to be users of illicit drugs as well as 8.6% more likely to be binge alcohol users, according to the 2020 National Survey on Drug Use and Health from SAMHSA. — — — — — — You mentioned both having mental afflictions and addiction or substance abuse. How did they interact and play a role in your work life? “When I was in my early twenties, my mid-twenties, I could escape my mental afflictions by making myself busy with my own outside activities. And I could essentially find myself being able to try to be an extreme athlete to some degree, but then turn that athleticism also to drinking. And I could find myself sleeping very little. I could drink very early in the morning. I could work out for hours at a time. I could go and I could work 18, 19-hour shifts, and I could turn around and get very little sleep and do it all over again until essentially I reached burnout myself.” What did burnout look like for you? “My burnout, it came in phases. It wasn't just one hard break – until it was – certainly what I said earlier about having to be taken home by my investor for being drunk at work. And that was probably my ultimate breaking point to which my reaction then was to leave my job and to have no job on the horizon until I really started to look inward and ask myself what was going on. “Look, it's a faux pas to talk about mental health issues… There are not a lot of people that don’t necessarily want to speak out about their own shortcomings, their own illnesses, things that they suffer from because you don't know what you're going to be met with. Are you going to be met with backlash? If you're going to be met with open arms, if people are going to understand what you're talking about and be empathetic and sympathetic at the same time. So for me, what does that mean? It just simply means to be someone that's willing to have a conversation about it.” By the summer of 2021, I was working 40 hours a week at my radio internship two hours away from the restaurant job I was working five shifts a week. Seven days every week. 90 hours every week. I was sick all the time, drinking all the time, sleeping in the little time that I could. My mental health was plummeting and the other person that noticed was my sister – someone so far removed from the industry at the time to actually see that I wasn’t acting normally or like myself. I quickly reached burnout by August, by the time I was supposed to move to D.C. I arrived in D.C. on August 21, 2021 and was hired at Cranes on August 23. Without hesitation, despite my burnout and mounting regrets, I came back to the industry that allows me to pay for my education. That was my motivation all along, but I lost sight of my passion for my education and my priorities. Starting work again in a restaurant may feel counterproductive, but now, I’m reconfiguring the role I play in the industry and the role it plays in my life. Since moving to the city, it has taken a lot for me to actually engage in drinking. My drinking is reduced to special occasions and limited quantities. I’ve gone months without drinking up here and not even noticed it. I’ve lost weight and feel less tethered to the industry I once vowed to leave upon turning 21. Working at Cranes, there’s less of the culture to drink with coworkers every night – even if it still happens sometimes – and I feel infinitely more confident about declining the offer of a night drinking after work. Serving is no longer putting on a fake smile just to collect tips and spend it all in one night on a way to forget that time. I’ve developed a passion for the work that we do at the restaurant – for the cuisine, traditions, sake and wine, for the elements of service that create a memorable experience for guests. Do you see this happening with a lot of chefs at your age? “Yeah. Of the chefs that I know at my age with similar work experience, yes. For those who have not necessarily had the same sort of experiences or been in the same sort of environments, I can't speak to that.” You mentioned before how a lot of times chefs will go through this experience and then they'll leave the industry ultimately. You are still in the industry to a certain extent, and so how have you managed to shift your experience? “I think there's a bit of a necessary evil in every industry, I really do. Had I not shifted my own personal goals and what I was reaching for, I would not be working in this industry anymore. And it's to say that it's because I feel the industry promoted some unhealthy habits. Those choices are mine, whether I wished to partake in them or not. But I would say it was just a matter of shifting my goals. What am I looking for? I always wanted to have some imprint and not necessarily for my ego, but just to lay groundwork for someone coming after me.” Who is there to support chefs in the industry, in their mental health addiction issues? “I think a lot of people have mentors. I think a lot of people have people that they can reach out to and talk to. And there are plenty of empathetic and sympathetic people in the industry who are at different stages in their career and can look back, and they can see someone and whether they're okay or not. There's always going to be someone that reaches out and asks, you know, someone's always watching, someone's always caring enough to say something.” Are you that person for anyone? “I couldn't say, I couldn't say.” Is this issue unique to the food service industry? “Absolutely not. I doubt it. You could read plenty of articles about people that work on Wall Street that struggle with addiction issues, struggle with nootropics and smart drugs to keep up with the fast pace of the industry.” Then why is it important to tackle these issues specifically through the lens of the food service industry? “Well, it's absolutely necessary. And if we wish, as an industry, to push forward and move beyond this whole PR stunt, the ego stunt, and to just diminish that and grow as a community, we have to come together and have these hard conversations. And the truth is there are a lot of people that are struggling with mental health issues. There's a lot of people struggling with substance abuse issues. They don't know how to talk about it. They don't know how to ask for help. They don't know who to turn to, and they may think that they're going through it alone. But the truth is there are a lot of people that have gone through it and can help them out.” How can we remedy these systemic problems in the industry? “I have spent a decent amount of time thinking about this… There are a lot of people that hold very high positions in this industry that have a huge voice who have an opportunity to come together to promote this opportunity to talk about substance abuse issues, to talk about mental health issues. “I do believe it would be a lot more impactful if they were coming from people who are pretty highly renowned in the industry, because it offers people the opportunity to be comfortable and to realize that, ‘so-and-so dealt with this issue, and here I am thinking that I could never rise to that occasion,’ but in truth, these people are just relatable as you and I. “I'm not one to say that you can't drink, and I'm not one to say that there isn't room in other people's lives, not mine, but in their lives to use substances to benefit their life. I'm not a doctor, I'm not a psychologist, I'm not a therapist, but I would imagine there are plenty of people that do benefit from all substances or any substance. Hell, there's room to have that conversation, but nobody's having the conversation at all, you know? “Offering a resource to people who have substance abuse issues, offering resources to people who have mental health illnesses, offering clinics, which are a cheaper option… offering resources for people that are in the industry to reach out to if they need anything.” What do you think can ignite that conversation? “Could be something as small as this. One candle can light a thousand other candles and still stay lit, you know, and it just takes one person to say something and to be relatable and to be empathetic for someone else to feel comfortable. And then I think it might spread that way, but it's still, it would be more impactful with someone with a megaphone.” Have you seen many people in the industry begin this conversation? “There is a shift. There is a shift. “People are more inclined to value their time in their life, you know, on this planet. And not everybody wants to work all the time. There are those individuals who are great at it, and God bless them for it, but there are people who want to do other things with their life. And the more they start to realize, ‘oh my God, I spend most of my day at work. Then I go to the bar or I go somewhere else. I indulge in a couple drinks or drugs or whatever. And then I spend the rest of my night trying to sleep, trying to recover for the next day to do it all over again.’ “Whereas now I'm meeting more and more people that say, ‘if I got up early, like really early, I tackled the work that I need to get done on my computer. First thing, I have my coffee, I meditate. I work out, I go on a hike, I do something that I actually enjoy. And then I tackle work.’ People, when they're in that better positive frame mindset, are more likely to be inclusive of other people.” And is that what your day looks like? Do you start pretty early? “I start very early. Yeah. Typically I start around 4:00, 4:30 in the morning. I do have a cup of coffee, I work out, I do computer work, I have dogs and a girlfriend and we all just kind of get together and have a quick family huddle. Then I go about my day. I try to be as healthy as possible. I walk to work, I walk back. I have life goals, so I try to work on them as well.” In your stage of life now, what do these problems look like as you're working in the industry? What have you seen recently? “I would say given my type of work and how I work in the industry now, I don't really interact with it, which is great for me. Because it offers less opportunity to be influenced, but I should imagine it exists just the same. “It's easy for people to place a lot of blame on the industry. But again, I believe that the people have implicit choice. They can choose to be doing something or not. And if they desire to do something else, which I should hope the pandemic has taught everyone to some degree, just go, just leave, do what you really are passionate about, what really draws you in. But the industry is not to blame for that. It is a personal choice.” What is the ideal environment for food service workers that you can imagine? You know, putting your big optimist hat on… “Oh sure. Paying a living wage, not working someone more than 40 hours a week, so that they can live their lives and go after other opportunities that they're interested in, offering good health insurance, offering mental health benefits, whether that's to see a doctor or have a counselor on staff. Promoting healthy lifestyles, just as much as there is incentive to go out after work and party and do some of these illicit activities that we talk about, there should be just as much of an incentive to, I don't know, do a group run, maybe go to the park. I don't know, maybe collectively write something, do art, I don't know, but there's so many different options. “Those might be a healthier work environment for other people, you know, maybe operate in hours that make sense for other people. Don't operate early in the morning all the way to the next day. I understand that for plenty of people, when they're paying rent on a space, they want to maximize their revenue stream. But it doesn't always need to come at the bottom dollar for everybody. It'd be nice if it could include everybody. A little bit more inclusive.” I keep saying ‘the industry’ and I keep calling it by this name, but it's, it's faceless. We can't hold ‘it’ accountable for anything. “It's really easy to blame something that can't actually have its own voice. “It's turning your voice inside – looking inward and asking yourself, ‘What are you doing? What are you providing? Are you okay? Did I say something to someone about it? Am I asking for help if I need it?’ I don't think that it should feel like such a problem to ask people for help.” *Edited for brevity and clarity
They walked into the familiar halls of their high school, sat in their normal seat, next to their normal classmates that had known them for years. But they were scared.
Scared to raise their hand to answer a question. Scared of who might see their freshly painted nails for the first time. They could hear the teenage guys around them snickering and making “misogynistic” comments. “‘Who the fuck did that to you?’” “‘I would never let a bitch touch my nails.’” “‘You must have at least gotten head.’” Growing up and going to high school in rural Georgia, Atlanta-based musician Aidan Caughy was cautious to express themself through their adolescent years. They were not comfortable saying they were anything other than “not straight” for the majority of high school. It was senior year when they realized being perceived as a man did not fit them, when they discovered that making music was how they could bridge their complex inner world with the people and world around them. With the release of their debut album Shimmer and sequel EP Cosmos, 19-year-old Aidan Caughy (they/them) wants listeners to experience and follow their journey through adolescence and accepting their queerness, by creating a space where other queer kids and young adults can do the same. Caughy’s discography carries the arc of their coming-of-age story as a non-binary, gender-fluid person through electronic bedroom pop (a descriptor for new genre-defying artists that produce their own music out of bedrooms) with themes of nostalgia, loneliness and self-expression. They have been writing and producing music out of their bedroom since their junior year in high school, marking the start of their career with the release of the single “Walnut Creek” in 2019 – a song about “nostalgia” Caughy said. Lyrics from “Walnut Creek” - You spread yourself on every wall of my mind / Can’t hold on to what is done / That’s fine / But I can’t help myself / I just look away /… / It’s so hard to move on from that place / I don’t belong / Where do I fit? / I can feel it in my chest / She’s with him and that’s for the best / I could use less of this. Pulling different drum patterns and production techniques like shading or arrangement style from other electronic and bedroom pop artists they looked up to, Caughy was able to discover their own style and where they fit into the world of music. The soulful writing of The Beatles, the creative direction of Coldplay, the versatility of Daft Punk, the powerful beat arrangements of deadmau5 and moving vocals of Puma Blue all inspired the artist that over three thousand listeners know as Caughy. But Caughy has their own story to tell. “It was just hard to be surrounded by [the homophobic comments] at the time,” Caughy said. “There was a part of my high school experience where I was hearing homophobic slurs daily.” Whether these comments were in jokes with friends or coming from people they didn’t know in the hallway, homophobia was normalized in their environment rather than queerness or self-acceptance. Learning about how different people expressed androgyny in fashion and art on the internet and through social media allowed them to be exposed to the “nuances” of gender was “really powerful” for them towards the later years of their adolescence. “Coming to terms with my queerness in that environment created a lot of emotions that I feel like I channel in my music,” Caughy said. “It’s finding out who your authentic self is and how you feel the most comfortable and the most free.” The first chance they could do this was in their debut album Shimmer – a seven track mixtape with over 6,000 streams on Spotify that was released in 2020. Caughy collected these songs that they had written over the course of their high school years to form an auditory picture of their adolescence. “[Shimmer] really embodies that time of my life, the emotions that I had, especially coming to terms with my identity and just kind of like the process of that, like that journey with that,” they said. “I talk about the sense of feeling kind of lost, especially in the track ‘Sleepless’, that’s a very specific emotional memory.” Lyrics from “Sleepless” - I wake up each morning feeling so weak / please stay here with me / hold me down / tell me that I’ll be fine / and I know that in time I’ll figure this all out / but for now, this scares the hell out of me. The track “Friend” also appears on the debut album, which details a very specific moment where Caughy runs into a close childhood friend, now that they present themselves differently than before. The friend kept asking questions about their more feminine and colorful choices in clothing and who painted their nails (in a who-did-this-to-you kind of way). “It just rubbed me the wrong way," they said. "That song was really just very raw about how that made me feel... Just kind of learning that like people come and go, and people grow at different paces.” Lyrics from “Friend” - We move to some different states / I can tell you haven’t changed / I can tell by what you say / That I’ve changed too much / … / I know people come and go / It’s for the best / because some never grow. One song that stands out still to Caughy from this album is “Holding On” – the shining beacon of hope from their high school experience -- moving to Atlanta and pursuing something bigger. “I wasn't feeling very broken,” Caughy said. “I was just feeling very eager to get the fuck out of there. You know what I mean? I was very excited just to leave that place. Cause I knew it wasn't like that everywhere.” Lyrics from “Holding On” - I don’t feel like myself / though I try, the words don’t come out / and I know that it won’t be long / so I - I’m holding on. “When I think of that project, I really associate adolescence with it,” Caughy said about Shimmer. “It sounds like a really young project… I didn't really know exactly what I was doing while I was making it… I don't want to say immature because I feel like there's a negative connotation, but there’s a quaintness to it, if you will.” The song “Pink & Blue” closes out the project as a song that reflects approaching this sense of self and identity. With subtle 808 beats and synth, the calming electronic rhythm of the song captures the feeling of what it’s like to shimmer. Someone or something just breaking into new light, reflecting everything the world has thrown at them in a beautiful, artistic and ethereal way, demanding attention and exuding youthful beauty. Lyrics from “Pink & Blue” - I’ve known for quite a while / that my world is upside down / I can’t keep my head on straight / … / I’m pink and blue / I’m pink and blue. / I feel so pretty / in all this pink / I started dressing how I like / fuck what you think / She feels this fabric / says ‘wait, I have this’ / … / no I can’t hide it / but it shouldn’t be hidden / what’s inside / I’m pink and blue. After graduating high school in the pandemic year of 2020, Caughy moved to Atlanta and started attending Georgia State University to pursue a degree in Music Industry which is a degree focused on both the business side of the industry and theory and technical music work. They continued to create and develop their own personal style in their spiritual identity through music and in their physical identity through fashion, hair and beauty. Bright neon colors and gender-fluid fashion became noticeably a part of their brand and self-expression. A vibrant chartreuse buzz cut to pair with neon, metallic and iridescent fashion that blurs that line between expectations of femininity and masculinity became a trademark for Caughy in this era of new adulthood and recognizable to their modest, local fan-base in Atlanta. Their next release Cosmo released in April of 2021 embodied this change – more direct with their identity and direction for the style of the five-song EP. They channeled more synth (sounds made from a synthesizer machine) and 1980’s production techniques with a retro-sci fi underlying tone throughout the project. “The way that ‘Ziggy Stardust’ by David Bowie made me feel viscerally was what I wanted to embody with Cosmo,” Caughy said. This was how Caughy was able to relay the feeling of change in their life, and how coming to terms with their identity was less sad like in Shimmer and more “liberating,” they said. They wrote the opening track “Distance” the first week after moving to Atlanta. Lyrics from “Distance” - Close your eyes / breath it in / say goodbye / to innocence / one more time / I feel blind Before speeding the tempo to a more up-beat bedroom pop dance-like rhythm to set the tone for the more uplifting release from the artist, an almost sequel to the first EP, bringing listeners full circle in the story of this character’s journey of self-love and feeling comfortable as themselves. The EP continues with the tracks “Glass Walls,” “Venus,” “Silly Thoughts” and “Stardust” which carry on the up-beat dance pop music that make you feel like a character in the resolution of a retro-sci fi film which is reminiscent of the bittersweet closing sequence of Gattaca. The closing song on the album “Stardust” calls listeners back to the ethereal energy from the debut album with a harmonic choral vocals laying over a quickly-paced beat that not only shows off their production talents but vocal talents in creating a surreal and spiritual space for the character that they are creating through this body of work. “I just felt like letting go and just kind of moving forward… I was really, really coming to terms with who I was and feeling way more comfortable. [Cosmo] really embodies a lot of those feelings as far as identity,” they said. “I was romantically involved at the time – I had a partner. It was going through a long distance relationship, and I channeled a lot of those emotions through the project, both when we were together and when we were no longer together. And yeah, to me, when I think of Cosmo, I really think of that.” Part of feeling more comfortable with who they are, Caughy attributes some of this to the people they have met in the city. Some of whom they are now performing in a band with. Caught met the majority of their new found-family in the dorms of GSU while they were living on-campus but only attending virtual classes because of the pandemic. These bonds were strong enough to carry over after they moved out of the dorms. “I've really just found such a supportive circle in the city,” Caughy said. “Moving to Atlanta has really made me find so many like-minded people. It's really just changed the way that I feel comfortable… If the version of Aidan that was out of high school could see where I was at – not only with my music, but also with my friends – it would just be very earth shattering to them.” Caughy & the Cosmos debuted their first live performance Sat. Feb 27 at the EKETCHI UNIVERSE pop-up show, consisting of musicians they have met in Atlanta – Kid Kook (Spencer) on the drums, Atom & the Molecules (Adam) on synth and bass and Spencer Vault (also Caughy’s roommate) on the guitar. “Every single time Aidan finishes a track, it’s usually (in my opinion of course) the best work they’ve ever done,” Vault said. “Being a roommate to someone I work so close with creatively is nothing short of the best. When I first met Aidan, they lived six floors above me… instead of going six floors up to write music, I can just knock on the door next to mine.” Working with the band has brought a new sense of “life” to their music, Caughy said. And changed the way they perceive their career. Performing with the band for the first time “opened” their “eyes” to the possibilities of that type of musical career and wants to explore this new side to their music. Caughy always wants to “explore ways that I feel like I can grow. And just really continue to let my sound change. I really hope that, you know, when I'm making music five years from now that what I'm putting together is completely separate from what I'm doing now – this kind of dance space pop, loneliness, what's embodying my interests as a 19-year-old. I hope when I'm 25, I'm doing what inspires me and interests me at that time.” Vault hears Caughy consistently study new production techniques and styles – Ableton online tutorials (German electronic music software), music theory, side-chaining (a production technique used in a lot of Daft Punk records). “Aidan’s sound is constantly evolving,” Vault said. “That’s what’s been setting them apart, it’s the differentiation in their music. I don’t know too many artists that are active in the GSU art community, the underground ATL DJ scene, and manage to get together a live band to perform a completely new set in the process. They love to work, and the music shows that.” Along with being a full-time student, conducting rehearsals with the band and maintaining at least one live performance per month, Caughy is currently working on a new project to charter them into a new era of music and artistic expression. Caughy is finding a voice other than their own with work-in-progress Luna, creating a character that is related to but “darker” and “weirder” than Cosmo – one rooted in loneliness, sadness and tragedy, stretching their artistic expression past their own experiences and into a deeper, more abstracted form of storytelling. “Especially with working with the band, it's kind of shaken up my timeline of this project and what I want to do for the next project,” Caughy said. “But definitely expect experimentation, stepping out of our comfort zones and just exploring… I feel very comfortable expressing myself with my music… I'm just really excited for the future.” A young musician’s journey of abuse, healing and ultimately finding her place in music again2/1/2022 ![]() It’s the sinking feeling. The one that never completely goes away. Even after you heal and move on, even after the mourning period is over. The way your heart drops and your stomach flips. The way you can’t help but miss seeing her smile and feeling her hugs and hearing her southern accent. These feelings came rushing back when I checked my phone and sat up in bed. “Saturday, January 22.” Nonna’s birthday. Two years without her tender laugh. Two years without the aromas of her kitchen. Two years without the person that inspired me to dream. But it was actually over three years ago when I wrote about her for the first time. In a fruitless effort to capture the essence of Charlotte Chillura and her incomparable shrimp ‘n grits recipe, I wrote about my experience in the kitchen with my grandmother. One morning in December of 2018, Nonna, as we call her – derived from Nonno's Cuban-Italian heritage, welcomed me into her Charleston, S.C. home with a kiss on the check and ushered me quickly into the kitchen. Hours we spent in the beating heart of their house sharing recipes, culinary tricks, stories and laughter before sitting down and enjoying this southern staple with the rest of the family. My father to this day can never order shrimp ‘n grits at the hundreds of restaurants that serve it in the Lowcountry. It never lives up to Nonna’s. I wrote about her secret to the perfect grit viscosity and why she had such a strong desire to leave her small-town southern home. She had patience and creativity and tenderness in the kitchen – all things I do not possess. We spoke about dreams and desires and how she really never knew how to cook until she married Nonno, and his mother taught her how to not burn a pot of rice. I wrote only two short columns for the food section of my high school newspaper about that day. Shortly after, I deleted the voice recording of those hours in the kitchen. My last memory of Nonna in health was May 29, 2020. My dad, mom, sister, aunt Cindy, Nonno, Nonna and I sat six feet apart on folding chairs in the backyard of her home to celebrate my 18th birthday and my parents’ 21st anniversary. We ate dinner. I blew out the single candle lit atop Nonna’s Meyer lemon cupcake (she was so sure that all my life I loved lemon-flavored desserts, which was not the case, and I unfortunately had the heart to tell her this particular night). She smiled at me and laughed. We couldn’t hug or kiss goodnight, and then we went home. Before 9:00 am the next morning, I answered a call from Cindy. Nonna had a massive stroke. The entire summer she was partially paralyzed, with extremely limited speech and cognizance and completely isolated from us because of COVID-19. By autumn, she was gone. By autumn, the centerpiece of our family was gone. The woman who was able to capture the attention of 15 people long enough to say grace before each meal, the woman who became a second mother to mine when she married her son, the woman who never left a room before making someone smile is now simply a memory. Nonno observed her ability to connect with each of her children, each of their children, each of her sister’s children and envelop herself in his Italian family, not quite seamlessly, but with courage and grace. Nonno watched her become a larger-than-life force in her small little piece of this world. And he saw her live for herself and then for him and then for each of their children. “Charlotte never wanted to make Dillon [S.C.] her home,” Nonno said. They met after she had managed to leave all she had known in the small southern town to study Spanish at university and work on Capitol Hill for the state department. She moved to Mexico City as a young woman (where she had a leather trench coat made for her that I now proudly wear) and then to Guatemala City where she met Nonno and immediately confessed that she was going to marry him. “One day I was single and the next I was married,” Nonno said. “I never knew what happened.” She dedicated her young life to traveling and learning, cooking and creating, bringing life to every corner of the world that she could. She lived in over seven different countries, learned multiple languages, lived and became friends with world leaders that she could only dream of from her modest room in the farmhouse in upstate South Carolina. They raised four children, my dad being the most rebellious one Nonno said, in the shadow of their “kindred spirits” of adventure, and she had very distinct relationships with each of them. Her and my aunt Cindy were very close. Cindy was the second of the four children, the oldest daughter and the first child to have a child of her own. While living in D.C. for 32 years when Nonna was in Charleston, they called each other multiple times a day. “It was so funny because she was even better with directions,” Cindy paused to laugh. “She’d always have the answer.” And when Cindy had my cousin Cara in 2000, Nonna stayed with them for three months and helped Cindy become a new mother. They were close before, but becoming a mother forged an even stronger bond. “My first days back after maternity leave… [Nonna] was there helping me and Cara,” Cindy said. “It was so cute because she wanted to bring the baby in to see my colleagues, so she dressed her up in this little pink outfit and put this little headband on her. “Cara was born with hair, but not a lot. Mom ended up brushing her hair and brushed every single new hair off. So she showed up with my little bald baby so proud that she had gotten her all dressed up.” Nonna remained close with Cindy as she raised Cara as a single mom. And when Cindy chose her first international post, she went where Nonna did her first one – Mexico City. Nonno and Nonna were visiting Cindy there when the pandemic gripped tightly on the world, sending Cindy back to Charleston to spend each and every day of quarantine with Nonna in the last three months of her life. “They were always very close,” Nonno said. “That’s a girl thing.” But he noticed in this time they grew closer, relating more to each other than ever. They both were at a point in their lives where they finished raising their children and had watched them leave home and start a new life. Cindy and Nonna were on the porch one quarantine morning drinking their coffee and discovered a dove nest just above them. It is common knowledge that Nonna was terrified of birds and preferred to gaze at them behind the comfort and security of a window, but these baby doves had lost their mother and were frightfully on their own. They spent weeks caring for them, tending to them and even learning how to do a dove call to lead the mother back home. All the cooing and cawing actually proved successful and finally brought the mother dove back to her little ones. “That was one of her favorite places to be like that out on the balcony, overlooking the water,” Cindy said. “She wasn’t a big fan of birds, but we were big fans of those doves.” Nonna always positioned her birdhouse, feeder and birdbath in a visually clear position from the kitchen window in the backyard garden that she so carefully cultivated. Growing up, she would point out the hummingbirds to me and allow me to get lost in the thick branches and leaves of her expansive fig tree. The most profound memories of my childhood are in that kitchen and the dining room of their house. Sitting around the table from 7:00 pm when dinner started to peeling your sweat-soaked legs off the wooden chairs at 4:00 am and admitting that no one won the debate over climate change and that no one could ever really beat Nonna at Spite and Malice. The laughter, the tears, the talking over each other and getting up for seconds – thirds – with extended family. Family that most people aren’t lucky enough to meet, let alone share life with. All of that started with her. Now Nonno lives alone in their home with the two dogs they shared, Dillon and Blue. “The sharing, “The person to talk to, “The person to plan with, “The person to vent with,” Nonno said. “That’s the part about missing,” he said. “That’s a very real thing I still do.” When she first passed, along with the mourning and feeling of extreme loss, I worried about who would cook for Nonno, who would distinguish the “Good!” recipes from the “Excellent!!” ones with hastily scribbled penciled-in notes in the newspaper, who would pull us back together as a family. My dad, the “rebellious” one, was extremely close to his mother because of his emotional distance from Nonno, even to the point of not speaking when he was my age. But his dynamic with Nonno is deeper now, more empathetic. “You know, if there’s someone who is a rock to go to, it would be Chris [my dad] at this point, that’s an important thing in my life,” Nonno said. “There was a time in my life that I couldn’t say that about Chris, but I can now.” Dad and I noticed Cindy’s growing resemblance to her mom. I told Cindy that her laugh is starting to sound more and more like Nonna’s. She adamantly disagreed. “Yeah, those are too big of shoes to fill,” Cindy laughed. “I think we are all trying to do it.” Despite living in two different countries, four different states and hundreds of miles apart, the memory of Nonna and the values she held has continued to allow us to stay close and to lean on each other to repair this shared gap in our lives. We were all able to reconnect this summer for the first time since Nonna’s funeral, spending a week together at the beach. Cindy and Cara cooked linguine alle vongole one night for everyone. We played cards, watched movies, read together, ate together. “I can’t fill that [role],” Nonno said. “I don’t have the inclination to fill that sort of role that she did, but I do think she has instilled it on several of the kids… I don’t know. I don’t know. I’m hoping this idea of getting together often continues… Time will tell.” Each morning students flood into the front doors of their school before first period and are first met by metal detectors.
Then armed police officers. In a city that is severely overpoliced, the way students and student resource officers (S.R.O.s) interact is severely underreported. D.C. City Council held a public hearing Oct. 21 for a piece of legislation that “will improve transparency with respect to law enforcement activity occurring on school grounds,” according to the School Police Incident Oversight and Accountability Amendment Act of 2021. Councilmember Christina Henderson and the other sponsors of the bill met virtually with members of the government and public to discuss and answer question about the bill that would require the Metropolitan Police Department (M.P.D.) to bi-annually report school-related incidents and that data as it relates to race, age, gender and disabilities. “This past year we have heard from students that either they don't feel safe having police on campus or that the presence of the officers actually don't make a positive impact,” said Amanda Farnan, communications director for Councilmember Christina Henderson. “This is kind of a first step of many in creating for more transparency in police in schools.” While black students in D.C. account for 71% of the student population, they make up 91% of the arrests at schools, according to the U.S. Department of Education. These discrepancies continue for Latinx students and students with disabilities. D.C.P.S. and M.P.D. reported 338 school-related arrests in 2019 alone, but there is no public reporting on the nature of the arrest, the number of police referrals or the reason for referrals. The data is being collected but not reported, said Sarah Jane Foreman, the associate director in the Mayor’s Office of Legal Counsel. While this piece of legislation can be the first step towards creating a healthier relationship between students and S.R.O.s in schools, Miya Walker from the Black Swan Academy noticed the lack of student involvement in reporting these incidents within the bill. “Especially for black students and brown students, it can be traumatizing just to have [S.R.O.’s] physical presence. Youth of color are overpoliced in their communities and are met with often deeply traumatic experiences of police violence.” Walker said. “Asking young people to leave their trauma at the doorsteps of their school every day and interact with police or S.R.O.s as if it's not the same officers that are harming their community outside of school walls is absurd.” The bill fails to create formal pathways for students to report their side of events and what should happen when M.P.D. do not comply with the legislation. “We cannot solely rely on M.D.P. for such reporting,” Walker said. Students in the district have for years reported to city officials and schools about their discomfort with police presence in schools, and some public witnesses at the hearing felt that the legislation did not go far enough. The promise of transparency about these incidents excludes the promise of accountability, Danielle Robinette said in her public testimony Oct. 21. “We often hear that M.P.D. is here to protect us,” said Kristi Matthews, director of D.C. Girls Coalition. “The reality is that black and brown young people are being taught that M.P.D. is here to control them.” The role of police officers in schools has been brought into the national conversation, especially with the increase in mass shootings in school and increased violence on campuses. Increased security in schools has made students more on edge around resource officers, which has prompted districts including D.C.P.S. to consider removing the officers from schools altogether. “We will see kind of a decrease in the officers who are shared amongst the cohorts of schools,” Farnan said. The district “started taking steps to… where there's alternative forms of disciplinary action and policing on school campuses rather than arrest and through just the police.” The complete removal of police from school campuses is not a unanimous idea among educators and policy makers. Assistant principal of Benjamin Banneker High School Benjamin Williams who is repeatedly outspoken about disrupting the school-to-prison pipeline and has implemented restorative justice practices in D.C.P.S. schools does not see the removal of police from schools as a solution. “Less police doesn't equal a better community,” Williams said. “What we have to do is prepare police to better interact with [students] and traumatic experiences.” Williams said just walking into schools in the morning where there are armed officers and metal detectors can be triggering experiences for young black men. These security officers should be “brought into the conversations within schools and [be] part of the practice can actually help create a much more positive experience for a lot of our students,” he said. The hearing is one of many this legislative period that is focusing on the safety of students and schools. “It's important to not lose sight of everything else that goes on inside school buildings,” Farnan said. “If we have school resource officers making arrests or breaking up fights we want to know when and why and how those things happen.” While COVID-19-related issues and safety concerns are at the top of many legistlators’ agendas, D.C. City Council wants to also maintain focus on the issues that pre-date the pandemic and are still impacting students daily. “We're just trying to make sure that schools are as safe as they can be,” Farnan said. “Because we know the data has shown that in-person learning is much better for developing young adults than on the screen.” |
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