Monthly Archives: April 2013

The Z that Stands for Zorro

In Part 4 of my Cowboy series on Ploughshares, I confessed my love of Zorro. The Zorro legend began as a pulp character in 1919. Zorro, which literally means fox, is the superhero identity of Don Diego de la Vega, a wealthy Spanish nobleman who battles the corrupt establishment during the Colonial Spanish era.

Zorro has been reinvented over the years, most recently with Antonio Banderas. However, long before Banderas donned the famous mask, I have had a fascination with Zorro, specifically the 1957 Disney television series.

It’s logical that Zorro would appeal to me–I loved Robin Hood and the Scarlet Pimpernel when I was kid. Zorro is of the same cloth. Add the allure of colonial era California to sword play, horsemanship, and Guy Williams’ matinee idol performance (although he was Italian rather than Spanish) and we’ve got a ball game.

When I think of that short lived series, I think of the music, particularly Bernardo’s theme, which highlighted the work of pantomimist Gene Sheldon. I think of the rhythmic speech patterns of both Williams and the fabulous Henry Calvin. And I think of laying on the floor of my grandparents back bedroom, glued to a show that had been off the air for almost 30 years.

I own the series on DVD in all its black and white glory (I am a huge critic of colorizing black and white–gross). Soon might be the time to introduce my daughter to the fox so cunning and free.



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Y is is for Yummy Cinco de Mayo Brownies

In general, I’m not much of a chocolate person. Sometimes, however, I crave something gooey and rich (a Hershey’s bar won’t cut it). These Mexican Hot Chocolate Black Bean Brownies fit are a big Yes when those cravings strike. Simple, vegan, and gluten-free, these are great treats with a kick.

Mexican Hot Chocolate Black Bean Brownies


1 15 oz. can (~ 1¾ cups) black beans, drained and rinsed

2 TBS water

2 TBS ENER G Egg replacer (don’t prepare as the indicated on the box–just use the powder)

3 TBS coconut oil, melted (feel free to sub your favorite baking oil)

¾ cup cocoa powder

¼ tsp sea salt

1 tsp vanilla (I always use Mexican vanilla)

heaping ½ cup raw sugar

1½ tsp baking powder

1 tsp cayenne pepper (replace with 1 tsp cinnamon if you don’t like spice)

handful of mini vegan chocolate chips or chopped walnuts to top


  1. Preheat oven to 350 degrees and lightly grease a regular-sized muffin pan.
  2. Put all ingredients (except the topping) in the food processor and pulse for about 3 minutes in 30 second increments, scrapping down the sides after each pulse. The batter should be smooth and close the consistency of chocolate frosting.
  3. Distribute the batter evenly between muffin slots, smoothing down the top with the back of a spoon.
  4. Sprinkle with walnuts or chocolate chips, if using.
  5. Bake for 11 minutes, rotate the pan 180 degrees in the oven, and bake another 11 minutes. Adjust time as needed–you want the edges to pull away slightly from the sides of the pan.
  6. Let cool 30 minutes before using a fork to remove the brownies from the pan. Keep them in an airtight container for a few days or refrigerate if there are any left after that.
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is for 10 things that rocked this week. See how I did that? It’s X day, but I’m twisting it for my own meaning. Perhaps I should got into politics. This week was pretty stellar, I have to say, so coming up with 10 instead of 5 was an easy task.

  1. Buzzfeed article are regulars on my list because they are so darn funny. My favorite from this week? “26 Reasons Kids Are Pretty Much Just Tiny Drunk Adults.”
  2. Kendragarden talks about her love of Horror movies. She likes what she likes and that’s okay.
  3. Artist Jhenai Mootz gave a fantastic Wild Women interview.
  4. We’ve been watching House of  Cards on Netflix. It’s shaping up to be really intriguing, although I have mixed feelings about Kate Mara being the Mistress–again.
  5. Loving the new season of Mad Men? Over on Ploughshares, A.J. Kandathil (my new pen pal bestie) discusses the “hidden narrator” who drives the series. A thought provoking take on a show that often defies explanation.
  6. Caitlin O’Neil’s “Riding in Cars with Words” reminisces about how her childhood road trips have shaped her as a writer. Plus it has a Muppet video, which is always a good decision.
  7. Part Four of my look at Cowboys debuted this week. I hope people are enjoying reading these posts as much as I’m enjoying writing them.
  8. It was a big week in general for writing on my end: both Cinefilles and The Baraza featured my posts, on Shakespeare and Lisa Frank Trapper Keepers, respectively.
  9. Peggy Orenstein’s look at the sexualization of Candyland is insightful and thought provoking.
  10. Speaking of Orenstain, I finished reading Schoolgirls and wrote this post on it. The reaction has been fantastic. Thanks to all of you who have Tweeted, Shared, Commented, Emailed, and Texted me about this post and how much you can relate. My only regret is that I only have one copy to lend out and the line is getting longer every day.

What rocked your week?



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Wild Women: Jhenai Mootz

Despite having grown up in a small West Texas town, I spent my formative years with a number of interesting  people who grew up to be fascinating adults. One such lady is artist/actress/entrepreneur Jhenai Mootz. Talented, smart, and definitely a free-thinker, Jhenai shares her thoughts on art and the business of  being an artist. artistic style can be termed eclectic. What elements most frequently appear in your work that are decidedly you?

HA HA! Eclectic is such an elegant word for “an artist who gets into EVERYTHING… seems to have trouble committing to any particular art form… has little reverence toward the traditional applications of such art forms & likes to play and experiment.”  Lets put it this way: frequently the element that I hope most often appears in my art is a sense of humor about the process and passion.  When I find myself in danger of losing those two elements  – I close the door to the studio and grab a glass of wine.

On a more tangible note – I guess the element that most defines my art style is my love for SHINEY THINGS. I’m a magpie at heart, and love playing with mirrors; they throw light and this seems to give motion and life to inanimate objects.  If I’m feeling classy, gold & silver leaf may make a marked appearance.

mosaic mirror with hooks.jpgOn a personal note, your mother is one of the most outstanding and unique women I’ve ever encountered. How did she impact your development as an artist?

Umm.. soooooo you have met my mom, right?!

To help you readers out: My mom is incredible, bat-shit-crazy, and amazing, (and yes folks, she is probably reading this).  Growing up, my house was a zoo. The Mootzoo. There was always something going on! Melting crayons to make candles, breaking plates to use the pieces to mosaic tabletops, in essence my mom has always been, and is to this day, a one-woman-Pinterest site….

Mom taught us to never see an everyday object at its base value, and to have reverence for nothing if you could create something better with it. She taught us to have absolutely no fear when it comes to our creativity. It was the greatest gift in that it gave me a freedom of thinking. Because of her, I see possibilities everywhere. And don’t get me wrong, we fight about art still to this day, and we love it! We fight about art the way other families fight about politics. Be it balance and structure, texture, and don’t even get me started on pricing! And to this day I still call her when I’m in a fix  and need a critical eye, an ego boost, or when I’m really excited because a project is coming together well.  (That’s what moms are for, right?!) is life like as a working actress?

Stressful. Hard. Brilliant. Like breathing.

It’s funny really. It is all I have ever wanted to do. EVER. For me being on stage and speaking someone’s beautiful words and sordid emotions is akin to being given permission to be the most alive part of yourself. You don’t have to put the everyday damper on your soul, you get to let life come out of every pore of your being with no apologies.

The rub is that you have to get the job first!

What roles that you haven’t already played would you most like to tackle? 

I’ve always had a younger look on stage. I ain’t complaining–it has served me very well, and I have been very lucky. At 31, I’m just getting to the point were certain roles will pass me by if I don’t tackle them in the next few years…G.B. Shaw’s St. Joan. I’m an unlikely candidate for it, but the text sings to me like none other. I HAVE to play her. I would love one more shot at Roxanne from Crayno de Bergerac…but I have a few years left to catch that boat. Honestly I’m pretty lucky in that I think the best parts of my acting career are ahead of me. The Medias, Lady Macs, and Shrews are all in front of me. I’m okay saying goodbye to the Ophelias; I think the transition and what is coming next is going to be a brilliant ride!

Many artists, performers, and writers struggle with balancing the business aspect of their industry with the artistic. As someone who does both, what advice do you have?

When it stops being fun, BREATH and ask yourself if you are really on the right path.  If you can imagine doing anything else in life, well take a deep breath and find the fun again.

Both art and acting are highly subjective, critical disciplines. How do you grapple with those elements while maintaining your individualism and optimism?

When it comes to acting, it is a collaborative art form. You are a piece of a whole, no matter the project. You can come to the project with your whole heart and very definite opinions, but you have to bend and weave to become part of the director’s vision and to work with your fellow actors. It can be frustrating when you don’t agree, and brilliant in that you are never alone when creating. In your most alone & naked moments there are so many people on that stage with you.

Both are devastating, gorgeous, heart-rending and inspiring ways to make art. I use them to balance each other out. recently added Creative Director of Renegade Websites to your resume. How did this project come about?

Oooh! Now you’ve got me on my soapbox!

Here is the deal: I have been living in the world of actors and artists since I could first draw a breath. As artists we are taught technique, balance, to find inspiration in everything, how to bring a new vision to the world. As actors we study voice, dialects, many different forms of movement, taught how to research (if you don’t think that being a good researcher and being interested in EVERYTHING is part of acting, you are sorely mistaken). We are taught how to express words on paper and breath new life into characters that are hundreds of years old. The one thing that we are NEVER taught… is the business.  There is a reason for the stereotype of the starving artist! As actors and artists we hone our skills, and then have no idea how to get the job, or approach a gallery.

This is why I started Renegade Websites.  To help artists with the business side. Renegade Websites is unique in that we understand the actor and artist, can build you a solid web presence for your business, and then teach you how to maintain it, putting the power completely back in your hands.

Today everyone Googles first and asks questions later.  For instance, a few weeks ago I was pulled into be a reader at the Chicago Equity office for an audition.   A lovely actor came into audition and fit the part perfectly. Having never worked with that particular actor before, the director immediately got on his phone and looked up the actor. When he could not find a website, he Facebooked the actor to see what business acquaintances they might have in common.

I myself search for an artist online when they submit to my gallery. It lets me see more than just the body of their work – but how far along they are as a business person and what I can expect.

WE ARE OUR OWN BUSINESS PEOPLE. No way around that, even if you have a very lovely agent. Your work will always be the top priority for you, this makes you your best salesperson. That doesn’t mean you have to get good at schmoozing . . . okay, that unfortunately does help.. but it does mean always putting your work forward, and in today’s world, that means the internet.

A) How easy you are to find? People assume that if you are the first thing their search engine pulls up and if you have a web presence, you must be somewhat successful. (Not necessarily true, but such an easy thing to cultivate!)

B) How well does  it present your work? A website is a portfolio and archive for an artist. Target audience for artists are people who you would like to hire you, potential customers, and yes . . . mom. A website is a presence that works 24/7 for you. You have far more control over your customer understanding the breadth of you work if you can invite them to your website.

Thank you Jhenai for giving me some of your time and insight. You can enjoy more from her at Renegade Websites and Jhenia Mootz. (Someday, when I can afford her, I’m placing a custom order for a mirror.)

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V is for Valentina’s Cocina

I’m pleased to announce that in the next few months two separate publications will feature different versions of “The Saffron Rabbit,” a story about how I learned to cook when I lived in Madrid. I won’t give too much away, but I’ll say that it involved my landlady, an elderly woman named Valentina who brought her granddaughter to translate and was a little too happy to use her cane as a correction tool for poor knife skills. In honor of those publications, and of Senora Valentina, I will be presenting a new series where several times a month I post Valentina’s recipes (along with a vegetarian/vegan adaptation).  Please visit in the coming months for more Spanish recipes straight from Valentina’s Cocina (kitchen). As this is the first post, I’ll start where she did, with a simple Gazpacho.

Authentic Madrid Gazpacho

 Many households in Madrid keep the concentrated version of this in the fridge, adding water to serve to drop-in guests on scorching afternoons. I’ve seen variations of Gazpacho recipes, but if you don’t include the bread, it’s not Gazpacho. Or so sayeth Valentina. It’s a great use for stale bread.


2 slices stale white bread, crusts removed

1 small onion, chopped

2 garlic cloves, minced

2 TBS olive oil (Spanish if at all possible!!)

1 tsp coarse salt

1 cucumber, seeded and chopped, with some of the skin removed

1 red bell pepper, seeded and roughly chopped

4 to 5 ripe red tomatoes, skinned and seeded

2 TBS sherry vinegar (red wine vinegar will work if you don’t have sherry)

scant 3 cups ice water

pinch of cayenne pepper

pinch of cumin (This was my landlady’s secret tip)


  1. Soak the bread in water, then squeeze it out. Put it in a blender or food processor with the onion, garlic, olive oil, and salt. Puree.
  2. Add the cucumber to the mixture and puree. Add red bell pepper and puree. Finally, add the tomatoes and vinegar and puree. Chill mixture for at least 12 hours, preferably overnight. (You can put it in the freezer, but I think it doesn’t taste as good this way.)
  3. When you are ready to serve, dilute the mixture with ice water (don’t use ice cubes!!) and season to taste with cayenne pepper and cumin (I like mine hot). Arrange a selection of the garnishes listed below for people to add to the basic soup.

Garnish Ideas:

4 TBS fried croutons

2 hardboiled eggs, peeled and chopped

4 TBS chopped red, green, or yellow bell pepper

4 TBS chopped onion or green onion

Green or black olives, pitted and chopped (Spanish if possible!!)

Vegan/Vegetarian Options: This recipe is already fundamentally veg*n friendly. Just make sure that you are using vegan bread (or make your own) and omit serving the eggs as a topping choice.

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Write on Wednesday: U is for Unfinished

The Casual Vacancy.jpgA few months ago I finally bought a used copy of J.K. Rowling’s The Casual Vacancy. I was excited to finally have in my possession and dove in with abandon. After the first chapter, I put it down for what I thought would be a day; it turned into a week as I read another book. Following the completion of that book, I tried it again. This cycle of read a chapter, read a different book has continued until now, almost five months later, the books remains unfinished. Last night I picked it up and thought about trying to finish it before realizing that I don’t really care. Not about the story or the characters. If I do ever finish it, the reason will be wanting to avoid giving up.

I rarely walk away from books. Out of principle, I trudge through even the worst ones. However, there are a few that I just can’t ever seem to finish. And as a writer, I think there is something to be learned with every reading experience, even if it is just what not to do. I keep them in the back of my mind like badges of failure that I must conquer someday. Here are a few of my unfinished reading projects:

  1. Eat, Pray, Love by Elizabeth Gilbert–Just ugh. I love women’s travel writing, but I cannot finish this. It’s so self-indulgent and borderline Orientalist.
  2. A Tale of Two Cities by Charles Dickens–Some Dickens sweeps me in. This one makes me tired.
  3. Gravity’s Rainbow by Thomas Pynchon–I actually do not think I am smart enough for this book.
  4. Absalom, Absalom! by William Faulkner–Faulkner is usually hit or miss for me. Either I love it or it drives me crazy. This definitely falls in the crazy spectrum.
  5. Dune by Frank Herbert. Apologies, Sci-Fi lovers. I just can’t get into this one.

What about you, dear readers? What books remain unfinished in your world?



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T is for T.J. Eckleburg

“The eyes of Doctor T. J. Eckleburg are blue and gigantic-their retinas are one yard high. They look out of no face but, instead, from a pair of enormous yellow spectacles which pass over a nonexistent nose.”

–F. Scott Fitzgerald

This is one of my favorite books in the History of Life, in part because it’s the first book where I really grasped style. The Godlike presence of Dr. T.J. Eckleburg watches over the story, his eyes without a face. See? Billy Idol gets it.



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S is for Schoolgirls (A Crisis of Esteem)

Ignore any naughtiness implied in the title; my reference is specifically to Peggy Orenstein’s 1994 book of the same name, subtitled Young Women, Self-Esteem, and the Confidence Gap. Banish ye now any lame fetish costume fantasy (and sadly Google’s ‘helper’ when you search for the book by name). I picked this up at Book People a few weeks on recommendation from one of the employees. Tip of the hat to you, Seth of Book People.

This book has a great deal of resonance with me for several reasons. First, the girls Orenstein studies are almost exactly my own age: I was in eighth grade in 1992-93. Reading along, all too often I find myself identifying with the girls on their journeys. The Nates and Kyles that dot Orenstein’s pages, boys who were held to different standards, encouraged, and allowed to dominate the classroom had different names in my school, but they were there none the less. Seventh and eighth grade were, thinking back, the place where my academics took a decisive turn.

I won’t pretend I would have grown up to be in a math or science field; English was always my strong suit. But I was good at math. In fact, I was the math tutor for our sixth grade class four grading periods in a row (an honor you got by having the highest average in the class). Once I got to junior high, things changed. At first, I got  teachers’ attention by trying to ask and answer questions. When that didn’t work, when they ignored or shamed me (which led some of my classmates to shame me), I started cracking jokes. The ones that got me attention usually involved me playing dumb. Beginning in about the seventh grade, people assumed I was an airhead. Sometimes I even bought the hype. Finally, one teacher pulled me aside and told me to stop joking around in her classroom because it was disruptive. The next class one of the guys led us in a Monty Python sing-a-long (which was awesome, btw, but you see my point). So I got quiet in most of my classes or when I did talk, it was to make a joke, not engage in the class. Mostly I was silent.

Consequently, it was shocking to a number of people, some of my closest friends included, when I was named a National Merit Scholar my junior year. Again with the shock when I went on to NYU (granted it was for theatre, but my grades didn’t hurt). The world of NYU was different. We were more competitive and mature. But it was hard to shake the airhead game. Outside of the classroom, I was snarky instead of spacey, although it was still assumed that I was the least intelligent of my friends. In class I never spoke because I wasn’t in the habit. Graduate school would actually mark the first time I spoke out in a classroom, mostly because I was frustrated by how quiet everyone else was when I knew the answers. I became the aggressive, confident one who felt entitled to my opinion.

When I was recently interviewed for our local newspaper, the interviewer asked me how I felt about the Lean In assertion that women are less likely to broadcast their success. I brushed it off and redirected the question because I didn’t know how to answer it. I mean, I Tweet and Facebook my publications and promotions. That’s not underplaying my success, right? A few weeks later, one of the higher ups at my college cornered me to pay me a compliment on the work I’ve been doing leading a faculty committee. Again, I deflected, making a joke about not knowing what I’m doing and redirecting. When she refused to stop her praise, I finally asked her to stop because it was making me uncomfortable.

Reading the introduction to Schoolgirls something struck me: “Too often we deride our own abilities. We denigrate our work and discount success. We don’t feel we have the right to our dreams, or, if we achieve them, we feel undeserving.” I do tell people about my success, but I feel nervous and slightly ashamed when I do it. Telling my friends and family, I am embarrassed, like I’m bragging about myself. It feels unladylike and selfish to assume that others would care about something I wrote. Usually, I undersell it with something like, “Oh yeah, I sort of sold a story to a magazine. It’s just a silly little piece, some more fluffy bunny crap.” I’ve been known to call my work, and myself, a cream puff. When that administrator praised me, I wish I could have accepted it gracefully, but I really didn’t know how, fearing I would sound either insincere, egotistical, or both. Generally when people do compliment me on my work, I brush it off and try to change the subject because I assume they are just being nice.

Before too much eye rolling ensues and someone points out how stupid these issues are for a grown woman,  I will tell you that reading Schoolgirls and actually writing this, I realize how crazy and destructive this form of thinking really is. Like crazy pants to the millionth degree. I have enough ego to be proud of myself, but not enough to really enjoy it without feeling bad. The impersonal nature of virtual communication–Facebook, blogging, Twitter, email–is an infinitely easier forum for me to share success than face to face. This is the first time I’ve ever articulated it, even to myself. Before now it has just been the sick feeling in my stomach when I hit Tweet or try to bring up the courage to tell someone that, by the way, I maybe sort of won an award. It took me the better part of a year to get over myself and actually post my publication list on my own blog. I bought Schoolgirls to help me anticipate some of the challenges of raising a daughter. Turns out I need it for me.

There is one page, again in the introduction, that I turned down and highlighted. Orenstein talks about confessing to her adviser her feeling of “fraudulence” in trying to construct her senior thesis, a fear of being recognized as unworthy. The adviser’s response? “‘You feel like an imposter,’ she asked. ‘Don’t worry about it. All smart women feel that way.'”

Is that true? Do smart women feel like they are the verge of being called out as having no clothes, no right to their point of view, no value in their success?

As for my daughter, I see early signs of the behaviors Orenstein documents–giving up when things get too hard, crumbling under mistakes, equating being good with being smart (which are not actually the same thing). When I do discuss things with her teacher about why something happened in the classroom, often she begins with, “Well, those boys can be rowdy.” This is not a critique of the teacher; it is merely an observation that aligns with some of the later patterns presented in Schoolgirls.

Reading Schoolgirls has given me a great deal to think about, both for myself and my daughter. I highly recommend this book and hope my husband will read it as well. It’s something we need to talk about together.



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R is for Rock On (Five Things That Rocked)

Not to make light of the tragedies that have unfolded by understatement, but it’s been a rough week. Sometimes reading, watching, and listening to the news has been frustrating in that I miss the days when there was a filter and we weren’t overwhelmed with unconfirmed information that turns out to be false. It’s the nature of the new raw news age. Many times I found myself reading unrelated articles to pass the time until more solid stories could be read. Here’s some of those time passers that I enjoyed:

  1. I actually stumbled onto this topic by reading a male blogger’s argument as to why The Women’s Fiction Prize is stupid. His thesis was basically women get enough praise; men are the real suffering minority (I wonder if he is familiar with the VIDA report). In the comments someone posted a link to “My So-Called ‘Post Feminist’ Life in Arts and Letters” by Women’s Prize Nominee Deborah Copaken Kogan. Comments in response to that? She’s just whiny. Slow motion lame. Thus I am featuring only Kogan’s article which is an insightful look at the publishing world, slut-shaming, and why sometimes we still need praise.
  2. Anna Lea West is judging you and your grammar. It’s awesome. Check it out.
  3. “15 Things We Always Forget Are Privileges.” Just to keep things in perspective.
  4. My second favorite bookstore in the world (The Strand is still number 1), Austin’s BookPeople, posted this list of Wonderfully Weird Books for Kids. With their delightful and inspiring children’s section, it’s no surprise that the list is filled with wondrous surprises.
  5. The weekly recap of the televised train-wreck that is Celebrity Apprentice. Dalton Ross embraces the ludicrous nature of this venture and makes me feel less nuts for enjoying it.



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Q is for Quirks

Yesterday I vented my pet peeves; today, I celebrate weirdness. People are strange animals, ripe with little twists and turns that make them unique. These quirks can be annoying I’m sure, but they are also what makes us unique. So I’ll start my raising the curtain and showing off my of my oddities. For the sake of brevity, I’ll keep it to just eight. Only the first two of these are done on purpose–the others are compulsions that I don’t realize I’m doing until it is pointed out to me. My friends and family can confirm that these are just the tip of the massive ice burg of weird.

  1. When I watch movies on DVD/Blue Ray, I like to watch the trailer first because it gets me more excited to see the movie, even if I’ve already seen it.
  2. For a long time I thought I was psychic because I could guess what song would be on the radio. Now I have a feeling it is just that radio stations overplay songs.
  3. I have to wash my hands after I brush my teeth.
  4. When I drive under a yellow light, I kiss my hand and slap the roof of my car.
  5. During a lecture, when I’m trying to think of what I want to talk about next, I flick the end of my nose with the crook of my right index finger.
  6. When I am tired and my brain needs to rest, I make a “meep” noise. My college roommate used to refer to it has my powering down noise.
  7. I hate hate hate paper straw wrappers. They gross me out.
  8. My glasses are always slightly crooked, which means either my face is crooked or one ear is higher than the other.


What are your quirks, my dear readers? I’d love to know.



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