abuse and neglect, art, art therapy, children, family, foster care, Inspiration, mental health

The Working Title Is…The Power of Art

“Art washes away from the soul the dust of everyday life.”

“Art provides people with a vocabulary about things they can’t articulate.”

One quote is from, arguably, the most influential artist of the 20th century, the founder of Cubism, a master painter, sculptor, poet and playwright. The other is the musing of a rapper whose hits include “Ms. Fat Booty.”

Both Pablo Picasso and Mos Def understood the deep impact artistic expression has on the one who creates as well as those who admire, interpret and appreciate the piece, no matter what the medium.

So neither man would have been surprised to learn how I have been transfixed by a work of art and unable to think of little else than the story behind its creation.

The artist is a ten-year-old boy who is a resident of Christ Child House, an intensive residential treatment facility caring for as many as 31 boys, age five through 16. The young men who call Christ Child House their home suffer emotional, behavioral and physical impairment resulting from severe abuse and neglect. Located on Joy Road in Detroit, the philosophy of this very special home is “It’s never too late to have a happy childhood.”

The dedicated professional treatment staff is supported by many volunteers and patrons who offer counsel, financial support and hands-on assistance.

One such program is weekly Art Therapy currently being organized by my friend Karen Kearns. Every Tuesday, Karen (sometimes with the assistance of volunteers and sometimes flying solo) will join the Art Therapists working with the boys of the Christ Child House on an art project.

On this particular Tuesday, Sadie, Christ Child’s Assistant Art Therapist, shared that ten-year-old Stephen* came into the art therapy session ready to chat about his difficult day at school. He talked about how upset he became when the teacher insisted that he button his shirt up to the neck even though it made him uncomfortable. Stephen’s response was to begin scratching his own face. He pointed to the scratch marks on his face and said that they hurt pretty badly. He wasn’t sure why he had reacted in that way other than because he felt upset.

As they sat and talked a bit more, Stephen asked Sadie how she handles things when she gets upset. Sadie shared that she likes to take deep breaths or go on a little walk. After Stephen took a couple of deep breaths, he agreed that sounded like a nice plan.

The project Karen was working on that week had the boys pick out an animal with which they identified…their “spirit animal” that they then colored in a way that reflected who they were as individuals. Stephen picked out a lion and gave the lion long claws and scratches on its face. As he continued to work, taking deep breaths, Stephen went on to draw band-aids over the scratches. Sadie asked Stephen what environment they should draw around the lion so the lion doesn’t hurt its face anymore, and Stephen decided he should make a protected path on which the lion would walk, surrounding it with things that would make the lion feel safe, and for Stephen that meant smiling friends and rain.

I can’t stop looking at that lion. I can’t stop thinking about Stephen and what path his life traveled that led him to Christ Child House. I can’t stop thinking about what he has seen and heard, been exposed to and endured over his ten short years on this earth. I take deep breaths and thank God for the commitment and dedication of each of the staff members who make it their mission to build these boys up again…and for the volunteers like Karen who lovingly attempt to bring truth to the decree that “It’s never too late to have a happy childhood.”

While my thoughts have been focused on Stephen, this reminded me of a poignant art related moment I experienced decades ago when working for Hospice. I was planning an event to support our Children’s Hospice Program. In order to save money on a four-color invitation, I had them printed in black and white and corralled every volunteer I could find to help hand color the invites. As this quickly became a more daunting project than I originally surmised, I got creative and reached out to the Activities Directors of local nursing homes.

At one nursing home, I made my presentation IN A VERY LOUD VOICE to the elderly residents in the activities room and told them some of the heartbreaking stories from our children’s hospice, why our program so desperately needed the funding this event would raise and why I needed their help.

As I passed out the invitations and crayons, I approached a man named Matthew and the Activities Director called across the room, “Oh, Katie, Matthew has suffered a number of strokes and isn’t really able to participate.” So I smiled and told him I’d leave an invite to look at anyway because it was so adorable. I then left to visit other nursing homes and coerce additional elderly into my philanthropic sweatshop. When I returned at the end of the day, the Activities Director came toward me with a huge smile on her face. Matthew, although non-verbal, made it very clear that he wanted to color his invitation and spent hours working on the one I set in front of him.

I framed it so that I’d be forever inspired by Matthew’s desire to be in service to others despite his own challenges, so I’d never forget his perseverance, and so I would never question the power of art.

If Stephen’s story brings out your inner Matthew and you’d like to make a difference in the lives of the boys of the Christ Child House, there are many ways you can do that. Email Karen Kearns (karenkearns@me.com) and tell her you’d like to join her on a Tuesday and work with the boys on an art project. Or email Carol Roney (roneyfam@comcast.net) and tell her you’d like to support the Education program as a tutor. Or you might even consider making a financial contribution to Christ Child Society by clicking here.

It’s never too late….



*The boy’s name was changed to protect his identity.


The Working Title Is…I Need More Good Will in My Goodwill

With the changing of each season, a routine unfolds in my daughters’ bedrooms. Closets and drawers are reorganized and two piles of clothes are created: a pile to be handed down to the next family member in line and a pile to be donated to Goodwill.

The latter pile is generally composed of items that are either (a) lacking in luster having been handed down multiple times through sisters and cousins or (b) deemed a regrettable purchase like a Justin Bieber concert t-shirt or anything from Forever 21.

When it comes to my own clothes, I am a little slower to part with them. Although I still cling to the “if I just lose a little weight” section of my closet, I did finally let go of the “but what if I go back to work full-time” rationale and donated all of my old suits.

Wistful over that chapter of my life, and so taken with my own benevolence, I had tears in my eyes as I added a double-breasted Liz Claiborne purple suit with huge shoulder pads and giant gold buttons to the Goodwill pile. I thought to myself, “Damn, if only I knew where I put the earrings that matched those buttons, this would be like striking Goodwill Gold for some special lady.”

(Have I not mentioned that it’s been almost two decades since I logged a 40+hour workweek in heels?)

Giddy with altruism, my mind’s eye saw an entire scene play out. A tired woman, perhaps with a couple of kids in tow, leaves Goodwill with this suit, wears it to a successful job interview, and her whole life immediately falls into place.

Then I snapped out of my reverie and realized that in 2014, nothing good can come from a job interview if you are dressed like the outlet version of Alexis Carrington.

Just how “off the mark” I am was brought to light for me this week. I was invited to speak at the “Let Love Shine” fundraising event benefitting the Christ Child Society of South Bend, Indiana.

They are an amazing group with an approach to giving that makes a very important distinction; one that I have underappreciated in my own household.

Since 1947, the Christ Child Society of South Bend has opened their doors to families who have fallen on hard times and need a little help. They provide kids with brand new clothing, brand new shoes and brand new books. They operate a Clothing Center that serves close to 4,500 children each year, and the gratitude felt by those families shines brighter than the illustrious Gold Dome that graces their town.

Through the donation of new clothing, new shoes and new books, they are empowering children. They are infusing confidence in these young lives and celebrating their individuality.

Who knows what ripple effect their kindness will have on those children, on their community and, perhaps, our entire world?

The powerful example of the Christ Child Society of South Bend makes me think twice about how I should define good will. Their devotion to their community is beyond inspirational.

And, above all, isn’t it wonderful to know that something good can actually come out of this tiny little town in northern Indiana?


PS: Easy Domers. I kid, I kid.IMG_3941