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Healing and Empowerment for Women

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In 1969, when working as an Adhesives Chemist, a male co-worker was resentful that as a degreed chemist, I made more money than he.

One day I found a huge p*nis made of black mastic lying in the crease of my lab notebook. Mastic is a black putty-like adhesive, still used to fix down linoleum floor tiles.

I pulled off the tip of the p*nis and fashioned a tiny p*nis from it and laid the tiny one in the crease of his lab notebook.

I laid the mutilated one beside his notebook.

That was the end of that.

He never bullied me again.

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Our individual snowflakes, our pushbacks, have become an AVALANCHE of justice for women.

Good on us!

 

(Note: the painting at the top of this page is one of mine.)

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Earrings Everyday’s Challenge is “Chart Your Own Course.” I decided to play with asymmetric earring pairs.

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Bumblebee Jasper Cabochon. Golden Freshwater Pearls. Swarovski crystals.

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Pottery Fragment. Freshwater pearls. Swarovski crystals. Lampwork bead.

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Lampwork butterfly wing. Freshwater pearls. Czech beads.

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Lampwork bead. Faceted Garnets. Rosebud pearls. Lampwork headpin. Czech glass beads.

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Faceted Aqua Aura beads. Root beer lamp work disk with aqua dots. Beach glass.

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Large and small lamp work mushrooms. Freshwater pearls.

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Art Elements challenged us to create swirls.

This first one is a black hole pendant, designed to honor the life and work of Dr. Stephen Hawking. I like to think that he is soaring now, like he did in zero gravity for his 65th birthday.

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I created another black hole pendant to honor his wife, Dr. Jane Hawking, a truly noble woman.

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Both pendants were created with polymer clay. Both have elements of my secret Opal Polymer Clay.

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Eye of the Storm uses a similar technique, using many different layers of polymer, translucent, pearl, opal and metallic. It is a paperweight.

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This is a Happy Rock that I made for a friend, using more of my Opal Polymer Clay. I embossed the words HAPPY ROCK on the back of the rock.

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The last is a set of FIVE SMOOTH ROCKS that I made for my brother who is facing a “giant”. I used my Opal Polymer Clay and metallic clays for these.

You can see the other “Swirls” inspired by this challenge at http://www.artelements.net

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Fifty three years ago, I was a senior at Bladensburg Senior High School in Maryland. I was a rising star in the science world and in the science fair world. I was Photography Editor of the yearbook.

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I had been a scientist, in my soul, since childhood. I came from a family of photographers and had worked in the darkroom since I was 7. My dad was the Medical Photographer at George Washington University Medical School in DC and I had gone to work with him often, on Saturdays, all through grade school. I had hung out with medical scientists when I was there.

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My success and my gender were apparently too much for my high school Physics teacher and the Photography teacher. Sadly, their classrooms were across the hall from one another and  they were best buddies. This allowed them to gang up on me more.

I was the only girl in my “Double Physics” class. Back in the day (1964-65) we didn’t have AP classes. Serious science students could sign up for classes like Double Chemistry, a two hour class which I had taken the year before. Now I was in Double Physics, another two hour class, this one with a total of 12 students.

The Physics teacher would have been fired the same day if I’d had an iPhone and had recorded his daily, sexist, misogynist remarks to me. “There is only one thing a woman can do that a man cannot do, and she needs a man to help her do it,” he said one day.

By some miracle of grace, I paid him little attention in these attacks. I was there to continue my science education by learning Physics.

Only two of us in the class took the Science Talent Search exam. Only one of us was named to the Honors Group. That would be me.

Only one of us would earn a slot in the International Science and Engineering Fair. That would be me.

The Photography teacher was the yearbook advisor I had to work with. And of course, I had to use his darkroom, right across from the Physics classroom. I had worked in darkrooms since I was seven. I really had no questions for the Photography teacher, I knew what I was doing and did it quickly and efficiently.

The Photography teacher was actively hostile to me, every day, for no reason. The two teachers were “best buds.” Neither touched me. They just tried to shame and discourage me.

It didn’t work. I was respectful to both of the teachers, and held myself aloof from their cruelty.

I was able to exact revenge on the Physics teacher twice.

The Maryland Academy of Sciences chose to honor me at a special dinner in Baltimore, 38 miles away. Your science teacher was to accompany you. I told my Physics teacher of this requirement. He suggested that my old Chemistry teacher do it instead. I replied that they wanted him to be there. I could have asked my Chemistry teacher, who had moved to another school. He would have been glad to support me, but I wanted my Physics teacher to have to drive me there and back, and to sit beside me and watch me be honored.

The second “revenge” came twelve years later. I knew that the Physics teacher had always wanted to go to medical school and had not been able to get in.

When I graduated medical school, I had already earned a MS in Human Physiology, I learned that my Physics teacher had retired. I called the office at the Prince George’s County School Board and spoke to the woman who sent out the checks to retired teachers. “Oh,” I said, “he will be so thrilled for me. If I mail you a copy of my graduation announcement, would you mail it to him for me.” She readily agreed. I sent it.

Of course, I never heard from him.

I am writing this today because I read an article in the Washington Post about a math teacher who tried to tear down female students. I am here to say that teachers like that have tried to tear us down for a very long time.

It is my understanding that both of my former teachers are deceased. I leave their names off out of respect for their families. I am sure that both men did good in their lives, although not to me.

An organization, Stop Sexual Assault in Schools, created the hashtag that leads this post.

Here is the link to today’s WP article:

http://www.washingtonpost.com/local/education/in-a-prestigious-high-school-math-and-science-program-alumni-say-metoo/2018/03/01/b17f68ac-f1b6-11e7-b390-a36dc3fa2842_story.html?utm_term=.8b9e7ac9a8d3&wpisrc=nl_mustreads&wpmm=1

*The portrait of me was taken by my brother, Stephen C. Delaney, who was the photographer for the EPA for its first 25 years. The second photo was taken by my dad. I am standing with my uncle and grandfather.

Susan Delphine Delaney MD, MS

Doctor Delaney was honored by the Prince George’s County Regional Science Fair; The Westinghouse Science Talent Search; the International Science and Engineering Fair; The Washington Academy of Sciences: The Maryland Academy of Sciences. She is a 1969 Graduate of the University of Maryland in Chemistry, in an American Chemical Society accredited program. She worked as a Chemist, wrote operating systems for large scientific computers and did hospital data processing. She earned a MS in Human Physiology in 1974 from the University of Wisconsin. She earned her MD from the University of Wisconsin in 1977. She is a 1981 graduate of the Menninger School of Psychiatry. She was a Staff Psychiatrist at the Menninger Hospital and taught in the Menninger School of Psychiatry. She is the author of two books. The first won a Gold Medal for Health Communication from the American Association of Medical Writers. She is the author of two nationally distributed columns and many magazine articles. She has given presentations at the UTSW Medical School and at several Dallas area colleges.

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I turn seventy tomorrow.

I am writing to tell you that survivors of clergy sex abuse serve a life sentence.

Clergy sex abuse, with its physical abuse; sexual abuse; emotional abuse and spiritual abuse causes a SHATTERING of the survivor’s being.

Sometimes clergy are given minimal sentences for raping children. Sometimes as little as one year. But we survivors serve a life sentence.

Let me introduce you to my five year old self.

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This precious five year old was sodomized on a weekly basis during fishing season by my father’s priest.

My body will never be the same.

My emotions were savaged not only by the abuse, but by my parents, groomed by the priest, who turned a blind eye to what was happening.

I lost my faith, but regained it, bit by bit. My faith is now robust, but scarred.

I lead a full, productive life. I have left this world a better place.

I like to think that my book has been a snowflake in creating the wonderful avalanches of justice that are happening for children, women and men today.

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I published my book on the Feast of the Holy Innocents, December 28. I dedicated it to all of my brothers and sisters in this world who survived clergy sex abuse. And to those who, sadly, did not survive. So many suicides because of this horrible crime!

Last night my daughter and son in law came over to cook for me and to give me my birthday gifts.

They made rack of lamb, marinated in a Moroccan spice blend; couscous with zucchini, seasoned with a North African spice blend; seeded rolls and raspberry Pavlova. We sipped champagne while dinner cooked, and during dinner, a multi-continent affair.

I grew up in DC, in the city itself. So did Mother. So did Grandmother, and GreatGrandmother. Mom’s family came to DC at the time of the Civil war.

In summer, Mother would pack me a sack lunch and pin two streetcar tokens to the collar of my blouse. I’d go to the Mall to one of the Smithsonian museums and spend the day. My very favorite was Natural History. I guess I was always a nerd!

Sarah and Will presented me with three Capital Transit car tokens, minted in 1950, as one of my birthday gifts. I was over the moon. I knew immediately that I would make them into earrings and a pendant, which I did today.

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I added coin pearls and freshwater pearls.

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Here is the last slice of the raspberry Pavlova, which I had with my lunch. My GreatGrandfather was baker to the White House. His bakery was on Connecticut Avenue and he’d drive his horse and buggy up the circle drive in front of the White House every day with their order. I guess baking is in Sarah’s blood and mine!

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This year I have tried to bring joy and happiness to my community by hiding Happy Rocks at libraries, playgrounds and sculpture parks. I also give them as gifts.

Most Happy Rock artists paint natural rocks, but as I am a polymer clay artist, I make mine from polymer. I stamp the back of each rock with the legend Happy Rock.

I made this one for my church’s very first Christmas tree. I have given many happy rocks to folks, young and old, at church, so I know this will make people smile.

Here’s the back:

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Art Bead Scene is featuring ornaments made from Art Beads this month.

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