Meet Our Readers

Walk with us through those ceremonies, formal and otherwise, that mark the passage from one state to another (please read the previous in a “Submitted for for the approval of the Midnight Society” voice). Us is Sophie Amado, Lauren Catey, Turi Ryder, Tamale Sepp, and Rachel Hyman, telling stories about Rites of Passage.

Sophie Amado

Sophie AmadoSophie Amado is a proud Chicago native and she will judge you if you put ketchup on your hot dogs or if you’re still not excited to hear Go Cubs Go since November 2nd. She received her BA from the University of Iowa and spent a year surrounded by Spanish ham and red wine in Madrid, Spain teaching English to high school students with the Fulbright program. Sophie returned to her homeland to go to grad school for creative nonfiction writing at Columbia College where she teaches rhetoric to freshmen and is an assistant editor for Hotel Amerika. When she’s not doing either of those things she likes eating food that requires chopsticks or Googling celebrities ‘birthdays.

Lauren Catey

Lauren CateyLauren Catey was raised on a farm in Indiana. Her best friend was a horse. She moved to Chicago 10 years ago to go to art school, which made her parents deeply uncomfortable. Now she spends her time writing and teaching 3rd graders in West Humboldt Park. She writes stories that they probably shouldn’t hear.

Turi Ryder

Turi RyderTuri Ryder has spent most of her working life where almost nobody can see her: on the radio. You may have heard her on Chicago’s WGN or WLS (AM or FM}. She has also offended people over the airwaves in Los Angeles, New York, San Francisco, Minneapolis (where she was voted Best and Worst of the Twin Cities by the same entertainment weekly in the same year), and Seattle. Turi recently emerged from her soundproof room with a memoir, “She Said What?”.

Rachel Hyman

Rachel HymanRachel Hyman is the author of the poetry chapbook Dear S (Big Lucks, 2015). She co-edits the literary journal Banango Street and co-runs the Welcome to the Neighborhood reading series. She was born in Chicago and will probably die in Chicago.

 

 

 

Tamale Sepp

Tamale SeppTamale is a stand up comedian and interdisciplinary performer who splits her time between Chicago and the rest of the world. She also travels internationally with her fierce eyebrows. Voted runner-up for Chicago’s Best Stand Up Comedian for The Reader, Tamale is a regular at The Laugh Factory, Zanies Comedy Clubs, and countless local and national showcases. With a BS in Agricultural Education and an MFA in Interdisciplinary Arts and Media, her comedy occupies a wide spectrum, and never disappoints. Tamale also loves to shoot guns, skydive, and ride her giant motorcycle with an eyelash …because she has a lot to prove. Check her out at TamaleRocks.com and around town as she rides her motorcycle (often in costumes) with her pals in Bikes and Mics!

 

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Road Trip, Wedding Bells, and Gossip Are Live

To kick off the holiday season, we’ve added the Road Trip, Wedding Bells, and Gossip shows to the podcast. Enjoy.

The Morning After the Election

From 11/9/2016

Jasmine:

At this moment I’m at the office, catching up after spending yesterday working as an election judge in my ward in Chicago. During breaks, and when I eat my lunch, I read updates from friends on Facebook, check Tumblr for news and analysis shared by the folks I follow, and on Twitter I retweet tweets about the day that just was.

I am a college educated Asian white collar worker living in Chicago. Chicago is, like New York City where I grew up, is a very blue city in a very blue state. I don’t feel immediately fearful, and for that I am profoundly grateful. Especially since Illinois is sending Tammy Duckworth to the Senate.

But I have a lot of loved ones who have very real fears about what may happen as soon as Trump assumes office, and the GOP-controlled Congress intends to do when it comes to the Affordable Care Act. A family with three children, two of whom need the ACA to pay for comprehensive mental health care. My parents both rely on Medicare, and my younger brother, who has private insurance through his employer, does still require the financial assistance of Medicaid to pay for kidney dialysis.

I am having many feelings, maybe too many, about the number of women, the number of White women who voted for Trump. I’m not nearly smart or thoughtful enough to unpack that at this moment. I reckon that when that day comes, it will not be a good one. Maybe that’s unfair but I’ve been a woman of color in the United States. If there’s anybody who knows about what unfair is, it’s definitely me.

When it comes to taking action and next steps, I’ve already begun. Working as an election judge was an eye opening and empowering experience for me. I would encourage more citizens to do it, if only to see what politics looks like at the very local level, and understand the importance of civic engagement all the time, not just during campaign season.

At the moment, I’m gonna get back to my job, continue to make (possibly inappropriate) jokes with my brother because humor is how I cope when I’m not stress-eating, and send notes to my precinct captain, alderman, mayor (yes, it’s Rahm Emanuel, but better or worse he’s what I’ve got to work with), state representatives, congressmen, Senator-Elect Tammy Motherfuckin’ Duckworth and Senator Dick Durbin to thank them for the service and ask one very important question:

What’s next?

Rosamund:
 
This is unbelievable to me still, and it shouldn’t be. The country showed its face yesterday, and I could not turn away. I was at a bar with friends when the votes were being counted, and felt a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach: He’s going to win. He’s really going to win. I can’t believe he’s going to win. I got uncomfortably drunk (sorry Sean), went to bed, and woke up to a terrible dream.

I am white and middle-class and college-educated. I grew up in cities, I live in a city now. My family is liberal — we butt heads on some things, but politically we are more or less on the same blue spectrum. My boyfriend’s family is similarly minded. Trump is not nor has ever been my America, but he is America. My white face and tech job and close circle of like-minded friends have let me shove this thought to the side, under the rug; the inconvenient truth that a significant and voting portion of the country does not think like me, and does not share my values.

My boyfriend has health insurance for the first time in forever. My friends and family are queer, Muslim, people of color. I really like having control of my reproductive freedom, it’s pretty sweet. There is more, a lot more, but I can’t think about it or I won’t move. I am trying not to be alarmist, but I am afraid. There’s a cold pit in my stomach when I think about what’s next. I am scared for the future.

I donated to Planned Parenthood. I reached out to my loved ones. Miss Spoken will continue to be a safe space for women, trans people, and their stories. We know what you’re saying is important, we’re here for it, and we will always believe you. We’ll provide that space, you provide the voices, and we will listen.

That’s a start, I guess. I don’t know how to change hearts and minds, or educate people (and maybe that’s not the answer), I’m bad at intentional uncomfortable conversations (I think that is part of the answer). But I’ll do it. We’ll do it. We have to. It’s going to be a long, shitty four years, and there is so much work to be done.

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