Wednesday, June 3, 2020

Louisiana Taught Me

Louisiana Taught Me
-Brittany Hennigan

Louisiana taught me about a culture that's vibrant and bright;
where there's music day and night,
and a little jazz makes everything alright

Louisiana taught me that actually, I like spicy food.

Louisiana taught me how to conversate
without adding concern, igniting hate, 
or trying to appropriate.

Louisiana taught me how to accept feedback.

Lousiana taught me how to learn and grow
with cultures different than my own;
how to call this place home.

Louisiana taught me that black is beauty,
black is strength,
and that representation matters.

Louisiana taught me it's ok to need help.

Louisiana taught me what to do
when your friend is feeling more than just blue
and he brings a gun to your house 
that he tried to use on himself

Louisiana taught me how to use a calm tone,
get him ready to go home,
and then get the police on the phone.

Louisiana taught me about friendship

Louisiana taught me that good friends stay by your side
when you drop to the floor and you cry
because a loved one just died,
and you've only experienced that pain once before.

Louisiana taught me that good friends talk it through
and the great ones stay true
and become more like family soon

Louisiana taught me how to teach

Louisiana taught me that teaching is more than technique
that each child is unique
and as an advocate they need me

Louisiana taught me how to survive in the heat

Louisiana taught me how to say hi
To that random girl or guy
as they pass by
because they made contact of the eyes

Louisiana taught me
Louisiana taught me





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Sunday, March 8, 2020

That One Car Commercial

There's this car commercial going around right now...

We don't know much about the woman in the ad. All we know is the type of car she drives, that she has a long commute through obscenely scenic places and teaches P.E.

We don't know her relationship status if she has a family or the type of neighborhood she lives in...and for that I am glad.

Because for once I can see myself in an advertisement.

I'm not being told that if I buy this car I will magically find a husband, 2-3 kids and live in an upper-middle-class home with large windows, an absurdly well-lit dining room and an overabundance of food on the table for my happy laughing family to feast on.

As a single woman, who grew up poor I don't see myself in those ads. Buying a car will not magically make my life fall into the place that society says it should be in. Buying a car will, in fact, put me in debt rather than making a middle-class family appear out of thin air.

Buying a car won't suddenly allow me to pull up into the driveway of my gigantic home. Nope, I will still be pulling into my "suitable for now" apartment. That's ok. I'm in a good place for me right now, especially considering all of the factors that were stacked up against me. I'm doing very well considering my background, that's not the problem.

The problem is that advertisements are clearly set towards nuclear families in the middle class. Those of us who were not, and/or are not middle class cannot see ourselves in those advertisements. Nevermind living a non-nuclear lifestyle. Single adult? nope, not in advertising. Child of divorce? nope, not in advertising.

The best part about this car commercial is that I don't know who this woman is. She could be anyone. Now, her absurdly scenic drive and the fact that she is buying a brand new car rather than a used one would suggest that she is, indeed, middle class. But I don't know for sure. And I don't get the idea that buying the car will magically make me middle class. Let's be honest, in the commercial she is a teacher....and the general consensus throughout the country is that teachers aren't being paid well so maybe the car is affordable? Maybe that's what they're going for? Whatever it is that they're going for I'm grateful for the ad.

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Tuesday, February 11, 2020

It is not ok to touch the hair!

To set the scene: I've probably got a dress on, and my hair is down. I have natural ringlet curls.

I'm talking with a small group of people...we are talking and this middle-aged man walks by. As he is walking by he pulls on an entire strand of ringlet curls.

The whole thing he just up and pulls on it.

I don't think too too much about it, that is until it happens again....and again....it happens several times on different occasions (see, this is happening in a place I frequent on a weekly basis).

I say to a friend: I don't like it when he does that. I don't know why he thinks he can just pull on my hair. She replies....yeah, but that's just him, he's like that.

As if it is ok. Just brushes it off.

Now, I don't know how well all of my readers know me, but I have a pretty decent personal bubble and it takes some serious trust for me to willingly let you into my personal space.

So there we are, talking....and it happens again

I see him walking towards us. I think...maybe he'll walk past and nothing will happen, maybe he is on his way somewhere. I feel my back and shoulders tense up as I figure that is wishful thinking and he is probably going to walk past me and pull my hair.

Ah, no such luck here he is, hand comes up and...

"I just love your curly hair" *yank*


(feel uncomfortable yet?)

So this time I decide....I'm going to stand up for myself and be upfront and not let this build up any further......ok here it goes.....oh gosh I hate confrontation....but it needs to be said....its just not ok to go around yanking on people's curls....

"Actually, I don't like it when you do that."

phew I said it

"Well," he says, looking shocked as he continues on his journey past me, not even stopping to address the issue rather acknowledging I've spoken without giving the respect of any semblance of a conversation "I have sisters and I did it to all of them"

As if that makes it ok? Do you feel uncomfortable for me yet? He invaded my personal space...without permission...and just brushed it off as ok because he also does it to his sisters? Does that feel uncomfortable to you? It feels very uncomfortable to me I do not like it and I am glad that I voiced that I do not like it ....but here is the thing...

I am a white woman.

I am a white woman, and though it has happened to me on occasion that someone I have not given permission has just up and touched or pulled on my curls because they think that they look cool, it happens at an alarming rate to black people.

I was uncomfortable, and you may have been uncomfortable for me, but have you ever sat and watched a white person walk up to a black person and just start touching their hair? White people, we tend to be fascinated by the many styles and textures that black people wear atop their heads. This does not give us a right to touch their hair. This does not make it ok to touch their hair.

And in case you were wondering...

It is not ok to touch their hair just because you are asking them to touch it as you are already doing so.


Touching someone's hair is an intimate thing. You have to be close to a person to touch their hair. You have to be close, after all it is attached directly to their head.

No, it is not ok to touch the hair if they are wearing extensions.

It is never ok to touch someone's hair without permission

No, it is not socially acceptable to ask a complete stranger if it is ok to touch their hair.

Now if your friend runs up to you super excited like "I used a new hair product and my hair is super soft you've got to feel it!"  Well, that is a different story, in this case, yes you can touch their hair because they asked you to.

In any other situation do not touch their hair. No, not braids, not when they wear their hair in a puff, or in cornrows or twists. Basically just don't do it. It is uncomfortable and not ok.

Instead, maybe take some time to reflect on why you thought this was ok, or how you would feel if it happened to you repeatedly. Maybe instead try to develop a relationship with the person. Ask them about themselves! Maybe treat them like a human being instead of an object.


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Monday, April 2, 2018

The "Park Guy"

The "Park Guy:" the brain ramblings of a single woman out for a run.

Ok self, first day back at the park in a little while let's take it easy; simple 5k, yeah I can do that.

Ok, first lap, not bad, it's kinda hot though....oh hey he looks like he might be around my age.
Alright steady breathing. This playlist is good. begin lap 2...

ok green t-shirt man this is it...today is the day I meet a "park guy" how does this work? should I talk to him....no I have asthma that's silly I can't talk and run at the same time....ok well how does this work I guess we just have to end our workout at the same time...

AHHHHH OH MY GOSH IS THAT A SNAKE....AH IT IS A SNAKE...I'M GOING TO DIE....what is the saying "red touches black you're ok Jack?" yeah that's it. Well what color is that...I don't have my glasses on and I'm not getting close enough to look at the snake

step around the snake...don't provoke it...wayyyyyyyy around the snake....BUT DON'T FREAK OUT green t-shirt guy is behind you...don't freak out....

Ok, good job you got around the snake and you didn't die...awesome just keep running.

Lap 3. Green shirt man ...what does his shirt say? I don't know, I wish I decided to run with my glasses. Oh well.

WAIT WHAT ABOUT THE SNAKE? WHY ARE ALL THOSE PEOPLE STANDING AROUND THE SNAKE?!?!?!?!?!?!

Oh ok, ok, ok, they killed it. The snake is dead and I just ran wayyyy off the sidewalk for no reason. Oh well.

Alright lap 4, how many laps around this thing is a 5k? this is getting kinda boring I'm not going to lie. Oh look green shirt man is further ahead. Am I running slower or is he walking faster? No telling.

At least I'm almost done it is dang hot out here. Ok, play it cool green shirt man is up ahead don't run too fast you don't want to be intimidating...cool cool a nice smooth run.

JUST KIDDING A BUG FLEW AT MY NOSE where did that thing come from...must get rid of it...great now green shirt man thinks your blowing a snot rocket or something weird like that...that's it you just blew your chance at meeting a "park guy" because of a gnat...you handled the snake just fine but a bug....nooooooooo.

lap 5 this should be my last full lap...wait where's green shirt man? Oh man he's gone that's it I really did lose him. Was it the bug? must've been the bug.

And so I'll wait to see if one day I will meet a "park guy," but today will not be that day.

Saturday, February 3, 2018

"Movement" Artist's Statement


"Movement." Brittany Hennigan. February 3, 2018. Acrylic on White Canvas. Inspired by Photo. 15.5 hours. 

So I've never written one of these before and when I had a teacher willing to teach me how I chose not to because I was only painting specific types of paintings because he assigned them; there was no deeper meaning.

So here goes...

I paint as a form of stress management. I did not realize this until I was an adult, but that is a huge part of why I do art. (If we're being entirely honest it started as anger management as a child and then transitioned well to stress management as an adult). 

I started this painting because I was injured. I fell off a long-board over the summer and gave myself a good ankle sprain complete with nerve damage and also somehow tennis elbow. I was down for the count and unable to exercise (my other main form of stress management) I was going nuts and was getting pretty angry at the injury and my inability to manage my stress. 

I bought the biggest canvas I could find at Walmart and started painting. I was feeling more of a color than a particular object, so I looked up pictures of purple things until I came upon this great butterfly picture. 

I chose the name for the painting while working on the background. I've been told I make things "too busy" and I began to worry that there was too much going on in the background. Using my reference picture I decided to continue despite the large amount of movement in the background: I liked it. 

I left the top left of the background rather plain because I enjoy the purple/green contrast. It is also symbolic of the movement yet to come in my life. 

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Tuesday, January 23, 2018

Thy Will be Done

A long time ago I wrote a blog post called Pray the hardest... about the phrase "pray hardest when it's hardest to pray." I didn't find it hard to pray in difficult circumstances at the time but I think I have a new understanding.

It is TERRIFYING to pray for a miracle, to need a miracle, knowing that you might not get one.

Let's back up for a second. Yes, God has the power to do anything, and I firmly believe that he can perform the miracle that you or I pray for. I have no doubt in that!

Where the fear, worry, and anxiety set in is where I know God has the power to do what I so desperately want Him to do for me, but it might not be His will.

Knowing, believing and trusting in God can be a roller coaster ride. For me, trusting can be like the first big drop on a roller coaster. You know, the one that looks like its practically a 90 degree angle? The one where you're really hoping the people who welded the coaster together, and fit the seats and the buckles and everything together actually knew what they were doing? Where you go, oh shoot! was there an inspection sticker? How long has it been since this has been inspected? Will I survive? 

Yeah, trusting God can be like that for me sometimes. Like I know He has a plan and I know it is better than mine but sometimes I really just want His will to be exactly what my will is. I want a miracle.

Yet, in the same breath, every Sunday as I say the Lord's Prayer in church I pray these three words
Thy will be done...

God's will may not be the same as mine.

He might not will for me to get a promotion, to do a certain thing, to feel a certain thing...

He might will that something else happens, that I go a different direction, that someone else needs that thing, or even that it is time for a loved one to go home to Him in Heaven.

This, I feel, is often why many people have questions. If God could save them, why didn't He? Why is life so difficult? Why am I in this situation?

The is often glory and beauty in the struggle. There could also be someone waiting for you to let them help you. Honestly, I'm sure it depends on the situation and I'm no expert here for sure. I too, am learning as I go.

I have experienced glory in trial, I have seen people turn towards God who otherwise wouldn't. I have pushed through something thinking I was trusting God until I ran out of options and then BOOM God came through. I've also been given the answer of no, or not yet to my prayers and have/am working really hard to see the glory in that.

God's plan is good, we have to trust in that. We may be riding the roller coaster, but He is there; watching and waiting for the moment that we slow down and see Him. Don't give up because you are scared. Trust that His plan is great though it may be difficult to see at this moment.


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Thursday, March 9, 2017

If prayer was my everything

If Prayer was my Everything.


If prayer was my everything, life would not be a fairy tale
If prayer was my everything, I would still be tempted
If Christ was tempted in the desert I, as a human, am of course going to be tested.
But, if prayer was my everything my focus would be on God rather than the temptation.
If prayer was my everything it would be He that I sought after
If prayer was my everything, really God would be my everything
If prayer was my everything I would be satisfied
If prayer was my everything, my life would not be perfect
but if prayer was my everything I would follow God's will.
If prayer was my everything I'd be in constant communication with He who created me.
If prayer was my everything I would speak to God
and if prayer was my everything I would know Love
But prayer is not my everything
what am I waiting for?
-Brittany Erin

***please note...by prayer being my everything I do not mean that prayer is something to idolize or treat as a god. What I mean is if prayer were what I spent my time on, filled my day with, etc. God of course should be one's everything and prayer is conversing with God, however it is not a god.