Thank you for visiting my project status blog,The Good Scribe. I am the owner of Words From A Wicked Woman, an online media outlet that focuses on lifestyle and politics for women 35+; this blog, and; a new online women’s magazine, WickedWomanMag.com (WWM), unlike any other currently available online or in print that will go live at 12:00:01 p.m. May 7, 2014. I began as a freelance journalist primarily published under the pseudonym Drew Alise Timmens, but occasionally under my own name, Tamara Adrine-Davis. In my heart, I will always be freelance, even if I only take one outside assignment a year.
If you are here, I’ve stirred up some controversy that made you want to know more about me; you’re an editor seeking clips of published material, information about my areas of interest, a résumé and possible availability, or; a WWM reader wondering who this chica really is; colleague possibly considering sending writing samples and a résumé or, if after sometime in June, a possible crowdfunding donor. If you fall into any of those categories, you’ve come to the right place! If you are not interested in my work, I am happy to help you back to the wordpress.com home page or Google where you can search for the material you want.
I wrote primarily for lesbian, gay, bisexual, transgender (LGBT) media from 2000 through 2003. My most frequent areas of coverage were issues affecting people of color; politics; religion, and; personal profiles of prominent people. My byline appeared on over 40 articles during those years. I wrote for the forerunner of the SheWired.com site, LesbiaNation.com; Venus magazine before it changed focus, and; the beautiful, but short-lived Arise magazine. I have also written for the former Window Media group–publisher of the LGBT newspapers Southern Voice, The Washington Blade and The New York Blade among others, before its bankruptcy, and; the Mac Observer where I wrote about one of my favorite subjects, Apple, Inc.
I used to say, “I am re-entering journalism after years of battling several chronic conditions.” In re-writing this site, I realized that I’ve never left journalism. Even while laying in a hospital bed or in my own bed while recuperating from any number of indignities, I never stopped yelling at broadcast journalists for the crappy job most of them do; re-writing articles I’d previously written and had accepted, or; those written by others. When I had to put my much-beloved nearly-10-year-old Airedale Terrier down less than 48 hours after my deeply, passionately beloved great-uncle died at 92, the only thing that barely kept me from breaking was thinking about what I could write to help others understand and cope. When my new Airedale Terrier girl had to have major surgery at seven months old because of a condition that isn’t supposed to be in the breed, but definitely rears its head in humans, I began thinking about what vet to approach to explain why someone else’s canine baby–most likely a toy or giant breed–had to go through the pain, rehab and, ultimately, spaying or neutering because they should not be bred. No, I’ve never really left journalism. I’ve just become an editor as well.
Two of my most memorable articles were coverage of the 2000 presidential mess that was Florida when a lot of today’s press aides were in junior high school and felt the incredible adrenaline rush that only a breaking story can inspire, and; three gut-wrenching articles about a black, moderately mentally retarded lesbian who no one other than the Oklahoma Parole Board and the state’s Republican governor wanted to see executed. It was then that I understood why there is such a substance abuse and suicide problem in our line of work.
I have had an opportunity to indulge my intellectual curiosity and sense of fairness by writing about most major Christian denominations, the hard-fought struggle for LGBT equality and learning about women’s history as a side benefit. I have written about African LGBT activists who literally put their lives and loved ones in danger to the point of applying for and receiving political asylum in Europe to advocate simply for the right to exist. And I have written about the now-former “Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell, Don’t Pursue” that was responsible for separating very necessary protectors of our nation’s national security from the service for which they so eagerly volunteered. I have kept suspected hate crimes semi-underwraps at the request of investigators and I have gotten participants to tell me exclusively what happened. I have written about the largest LGBT human rights organization in the country and, perhaps, the world while grabbing and using the invaluable research done by the nation’s largest and smartest LGBT think tank. In short, I have been in the world about which I write be it mostly LGBT or not. I will be part of history by virtue of being black, disabled, LGBT, published and, in not as long as some would hope, a publisher. For that, I am eternally grateful.
My health issues are chronic but controlled for the most part. I have some limitations, but I’m grateful they aren’t worse. The control I now have allows me to truly get back to work and, believe me, I’m loving it!
In closing, I’d like to explain a bit about how my hometown informs my writing.
I am very lucky to live and have grown up in the wonderfully diverse City of Cleveland Heights, a suburb of Cleveland, Ohio. It is here that I developed a rich appreciation for the tapestry of traditions that make Northeast Ohio so unique. Cleveland Heights, specifically, is a microcosm of the world with immigrants, cultures and ethnicities from places most people have never imagined. Living in this environment definitely gives one a different perspective and has added depth to my writing.
Cleveland Heights has the distinction of being the first city in Ohio to have a domestic partnership registry. Although the state legislature passed a Defense of Marriage Act that nullifies any legal benefits that might have accrued as a result of the registry, it is still on the city’s books and serves as official recognition of all people who have agreed to share their lives together. I am proud to say that I worked on the committee that advocated for the registry’s existence and defeated conservative, outside organizations’ efforts to have the registry ordinance repealed.With the help of the Sixth Circuit Court of Appeals, maybe that registry will turn into a record of marriage licenses for all who want to legally share their lives.
I’m trying very hard to keep my start-up business in Cleveland Heights by looking for office space here. Unfortunately, the city isn’t making it easy. However, I am truly committed to this area and will do everything I can reasonably do to make my dreams work here in an atmosphere where they can thrive.