For some great summaries of what went on, check out the liveblogging from some of our newest members here.
As we approach our 25th anniversary year, JAWS is honored to be selected for a $50,000 challenge grant. To achieve this anniversary challenge, we’ll need your help! Read more here.
In coming weeks, we’ll be posting tip sheets and more info on the members’ only area.
Meanwhile, we thank JAWS poet laureate Charreah Jackson for kicking off the weekend with another great original poem. For those who missed it and for those who’d love to read those words again, here it is:
JAWS of Life
They never saw it coming.
Life is on the line.
Who will save us now?
First to arrive on the scene. He runs.
Bur, Mr. Fireman, just won’t do.
We need some serious power, the right finesse, strength to rise above this wrecked mess
She steps on the scene.
You’ve been looking all over the world, and in this little space is all you need
The JAWS of Life are here, to lend a helping hand
To humanity, to history, to people dying to be free – literally
But she must hurry
We’ve only got a little time
Dig deep to give life.
Let a little light inside that dark space
Heart beats. She Prys.
The JAWS of Life are here
Amazing warriors with swords called pens
A quilt of storytellers who cloak each other in understanding,
shared experiences of comforting the afflicted and afflicting the comfortable.
And who better to comfort then the earth’s natural nurturers?
And who better to afflict then the smoothest operators around with the acute ability to run things without letting followers know who’s running the show
One who screams for her little ones to come in as the street lights come on, as her midnight oil burns bright.
And in a time of downsizes, and buyouts and requests for one woman shows for half the pay
This is no fairy tale
No glamorous affair to sell
Yes, times have gotten better since Anita Hill testified to a 98% male Senate, your stories let me know
But as I go to work in Times Square, I walk by nutcrackers sold in the window
With the body of Senator Hilary Clinton on top
See why we just can’t stop?
Opening the Jaws of Life
Prying to let in the light
We must continue to fight
Sisters in Solidarity
Our voices needed for clarity
Pushing each other towards a better you and me, opening collective eyes to see
Because we chased our dreams and not money
Our hands are always free
To stand guard for truth and accuracy
Respecting the rich legacies
Fran, Nancy, Theo Eileen and Joan C
Yeah, that’s me
Take breaths and enjoy the ground we’ve gained
Meet a new face, remember an old name
Because while each day you document history
We also make it just by choosing to be
A group of heartbreakers, healers, and women who don’t believe in ‘no’
And the grace to not have to say, ‘I told you so’
The Jaws of Life
Pry, pry, there is much to be done
Sigh, when you need to and remember the good times of camp fun
Then keep rolling up those sleeves
inspiring the next generation to come on the scene
and open their jaws wide
The JAWS of Life