Nov 142010

Lovies . . .

The Monkee Elves are hard at work creating a Momastery online auction which will be held on November 22nd and 23rd.

We are going to raise some funds to send Evy to camp and to bring Tova’s daughter (we call her Rocky) home from Africa to be with her family and receive treatment for her HIV.

So, I guess in this particular case . . . Mo’ Money, Fewer Problems.

On Christmas morning, when I’m snuggled up on my couch sipping my coffee next to my hubby and (SISTER SISTER SISTER!) in my fuzzy socks watching the fire crackle and my kids tear through their (far too many) gifts. . . I want to know in my little heart that I was part of something big this Christmas. That other families, on other couches, are breathing easier and braver and more joyfully because The Monkees stepped in and proved that We Belong To Each Other.

You too?

If you have an item to donate to our little auction and you did not receive an email from me this morning…would you please send the following to [email protected] by Tuesday, November 16th?

1. A picture of the item(s)
2. A description of the items and a short intro to YOU
3. Your website, store name, etc.

More information and celebrating to come.

Happy Sunday, Monkees.


PS. Please don’t worry if you’re not a Monkee donor. Maybe you could be a Monkee buyer. We need those too. And please don’t worry if you’re not a Monkee donor or buyer. Maybe you can be a Monkee cheer-er on-er. We need those too.

We need everybody.


Carry On, Warrior
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Nov 072010

I live in alternating states of despair or ecstasy. There is no middle ground for me. It’s a hard way of life, but I have learned to adapt and husband has learned to take lots of naps.

This week my Excitement Alert Level is at CODE RED. CODE RED EXCITEMENT.

I made two new friends last week and they are in the newspaper business. They write newspapers and I just think that is so fancy and special and busy and inky sounding. I love my new friends. In honor of them, I formally announce GOOD NEWS week here at Momastery.

I have so much GOOD NEWS to share that I wish I could get you all on a conference call and just start shouting. But can you imagine me trying to arrange a conference call? I have to tell you something. Craig got me a new cell phone recently. And for the past two months, I have been too embarrassed to tell anyone that I didn’t understand how to answer it. So every time it rang, I just stared at the phone nervously until it stopped ringing. Then I found the special “missed calls” button and called the caller back. When she answered I’d say, “Sorry! Couldn’t get to the phone. What’s up?” The whole process was so stressful and time consuming that I started getting really mad at anyone who called me. But GOOD NEWS! Yesterday I figured it out! You press SEND to answer the phone. Send? I never even thought of trying that little button. But I guess in cell phone language, SEND is kind of like ALOHA, you know? It means hello or goodbye. Call or answer. I understand now.

Don’t worry, this is not the Good News of which I wanted to speak today. Solving the phone answering mystery is really only CODE YELLOW GOOD NEWS. I’m just trying to say that we should put the Monkee conference call on hold and just stick to this bloggy format for our GOOD NEWS reporting.

Okay. Remember Mike and Megan?

Mike and Megan have been waiting and praying and crying and laughing their way through the past decade, waiting for God to show them where their children were.

A few months ago, they learned that their boys were in Uganda.

Last week, they flew to Uganda to bring them home. They are now a family of four. Mike and Megan have their babies forever. Granny Monkee is a now Granny-er Monkee-er.

You know how sometimes you want something so badly and you have a little faith but you’re also scared to death that it just might never, ever happen for you? Mike and Megan know that feeling well.

But look:

Meet Isaac Adam Clarke and Joshua James Clarke.


**Monkees excuse me for a moment. I need to have a word with one of us.

Hey. You. Yeeeeeeees you. Come here, I need to whisper something to you.

Don’t give up hope. Don’t you dare. Look! Good news! You won’t miss your boat. Your own boat is unmissable. It’s gonna be okay.

I’d love for you to leave your comments over on The Clarke’s blog today. One day their boys will read it, and I’d like them to know they had a Welcome Wagon waiting in America.

Come back Tuesday for more GOOD NEWS!

LOVE you. LOVE The Clarkes. LOVE this wild, beautiful, confusing, huge, little life.


Carry On, Warrior
Author of the New York Times Bestselling Memoir CARRY ON, WARRIOR
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Oct 262010

Dearest Monkees,

I’m writing again this morning for the first time since I posted the bullying essay. Your reaction stunned me into silence. The outpouring of honesty and love was so incredible that I felt the only proper reaction was awed, reverent quiet.

Posting will be slow for the next couple of weeks. I want to respond to each and every new friend who contacted me after the bullying essay, and that is going to take me a while. But I’ve decided to take my time because I know that no matter what happens in my writing life . . . I will never, ever write anything as important as that bullying essay. That’s as good as it gets for me. The best I got. And no one could ever say anything more special about my writing than, “Thank you, G, I am a twenty five year old gay woman and I have never once, before reading your essay, considered the possibility that God might love me.”

You know, I have always wanted to be a writer. Forever and ever. And the reason I wanted to be a writer is because I wanted to tell people: You are Loved. That’s really all. So when a dream comes true, it’s time to stop and be awed for a spell.

Two weeks ago I had one gay friend. Now I have, like, hundreds. Seriously. And I just have a quick message to my new gay friends who have told me that they feel hated by the church and their towns and sometimes, even their families.

Listen to me. I am the church. I am your town. I am your family. And I am telling you that something is happening here. Something important. A lot of people are saying enough. I have heard from hundreds of these people. Some are leaving the church, but others, like me, are saying: Waaaaait a minute. Why should I have to leave? I am the church. I’m staying. I’m gonna pull a Rosa Parks on this place.

Something important is happening. It’s a revolution. There are people who have never met you but deeply love you and are working and praying for change. It’s a comin, friends. Oh, it’s a comin. You hang in there with us, you hear? You stay in the game. You do not give up on us. More will be revealed. As MLK Jr. said… “The moral arch of the universe is long, but it bends towards justice.” My new friends . . . it’s bending towards you. I beg you to stick around to witness Your Revolution.

So what’s next for Momastery? Where do we go from here?

There have been many moments during the past two weeks when I felt I might actually burst with hope and joy. And so that’s what we’re gonna do. We’re gonna burst. We’re gonna take this hope and love on the road and make a difference for some people who could use a hand, or several hundred hands.

Tomorrow you will meet Andrea, a fellow Monkee who needs some help for her special friend Evy. Evy is two, and she has brain cancer. Evy’s mama needs us. So first we’re gonna burst our hope and joy in Evy’s direction.

On Friday, you’ll meet Tova. She’s trying to bring her daughter home from Africa. This little one needs to get home as soon as possible to start getting treatment for her HIV. Tova is selling beads made by Ugandan women to help raise money to bring her daughter home. We’re gonna see if we can’t help Tova save for her baby’s Ticket Home.

Then next week, we’re heading to Rwanda with my cousin, Kathleen. She’s traveling to an orphanage there to meet Sister, hold some babies, feed some toddlers, and stock up some classrooms. Were gonna see if we can’t send Kathleen to Africa with an extra large dose of Monkee hope and love.

You might wonder . . . Why did you choose these people to help? And my very complicated answer would be: They asked.

So come back to visit, help us out, or just bask in the HOPE and goodness . . . the little bit of heaven we’re trying to bring to Earth. Any response you might have is really just perfect. Choose one project to help us with, choose none. We have no expectations here, as you know. Just treat others how you would be treated and know: You are Loved.

Forever and Ever Yours,


Carry On, Warrior
Author of the New York Times Bestselling Memoir CARRY ON, WARRIOR
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