August 22, 2013
Howdy from Austin. I’m a woman named Dean. This personal, rambling blog is sporadically updated as I feel inspired to share, and includes literary non-fiction, political rants, spiritual exploration and journal-like entries.
There’s also info about Write Your Life as a Woman classes – a community writing workshop I’ve led for over fifteen years.
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September 25, 2013
The next workshop is Sunday, October 13, 1:00 to 5:00 p.m., at a private residence in Hyde Park. For more info and to register visit the Write Your Life as a Woman page. Here’s some recent press coverage:
Journal In A Box interview
Austin Business Journal profile
Writing on the Air interview, KOOP 91.7 FM
“… a mix of fabulously interesting women including songwriters, movers and shakers and professionals… I left class that day feeling liberated and expressed. … it’s fabulous!” – Launch787.com
August 25, 2013
(I was asked by Austin Monthly to share some commentary on my experience this summer in the political action at the Texas Capitol. An excerpt from this post is included in the September 2013 issue. Check back for another political piece I’ll be posting here soon. – Dean)
The call for a Citizens’ Filibuster to testify against appalling legislation moved me out of a decade of political apathy. My work as a women’s political group founder and feminist journalist in South Carolina left me burned out on political action, and since arriving in Austin six years ago I’ve been hesitant to put down roots in another politically repressive state. I’m an independent voter and not a member of any of the organizations who did an amazing job mobilizing the masses to testify and protest.
I spent about 35 hours over three days observing the Texas legislature’s first special session. I was still there in the early morning hours when Cecile Richards stood in the packed-to-capacity capitol dome and read Senator Wendy Davis’ text relaying that SB5 had been defeated. And as I sang “The Eyes of Texas” for the first time in my life with over 1,000 of my new best friends, I knew I was a Texan and I was home.
I also knew the citizens made a difference just by showing up. While it seemed like a short-lived victory, the community building, organizing and inspiration will last far beyond this one issue or bill. It sounds cheesy, but it restored my faith in humanity to see people show up, speak up and rise up. I loved the visible expressions of resolve and commitment on citizen’s faces as they settled into their seats in the galleries with books, knitting, laptops and phones and filled the hallways waiting in line. The group dynamics were a mix of rage at having to address this issue again, and joy at seeing the increasing numbers of protesters grow throughout each day.
There was an intense sense of immediate emotional connection with the massive crowd of mostly strangers – each with their own stories and reasons this moment was their call to action. I’ve tried to describe the silent acknowledgment as our eyes met in the galleries and hallways, but words don’t seem big enough to hold it. The photos, videos and press coverage come close to conveying it, but there’s something more. There was a sense of awe and hope for the future and wondering – if we can do this… imagine what else we can do. The hours of silence in the galleries and the roaring voices of the people were full of the potential for real change.
August 22, 2013
Write Your Life as a Woman
with Dean Lofton
Sunday, September 22, 1:00 p.m. – 5:00 p.m.
The Writing Barn, 10202 Wommack Rd.
Class fee: $100 Class size limited to 15. Register by making a payment with debit or credit card via PayPal to Dean@DeansListAustin.com, or email for other options. You’ll receive a confirmation email. Please be sure to RSVP and share the Facebook event invitation also.
Join a gathering of women for a grounding and inspiring afternoon writing retreat. Experience the radical self-care of putting away all electronics, turning off your phone and turning on your creativity.
In the style of journal writing workshops, we write by hand – pen on paper – in response to writing prompts and class content. With a focus on the process and experience of writing, there is no critiquing – only gentle encouragement in anon-academic, creative environment. No writing experience is necessary. More
July 4, 2013
I love that our alt weekly, the Austin Chronicle, shared the cover in advance of publication for the first time ever. Read the story here.
I spent most of my life in South Carolina where I burned out early on political activism as one of the founders of a women’s political action group and as a feminist journalist and columnist for a women’s magazine. Since I moved to Austin six years ago I’ve not been politically active other than voting and writing about low voter turnout. I have enjoyed recovering from the PTSD of being a political minority which wears on the spirit. In the past two weeks I’ve spent over 40 hours at the capitol witnessing the Texas legislature for the first time. While there are plenty of serious topics to discuss right now about politics, I’d like to take the time for a personal, big, girl squeal.
Oh, my Goddess, the sisters woke up and showed up and started acting like the majority that we are! And it was great to see plenty of brothers there, too. From the committee hearings to the house debate to the senate filibuster, I was there on four different days. I could hardly contain my glee at seeing people show up all day – more and more and more. I wanted to thank them all one by one. I wanted to run a lap around the line by the banister in the dome and high five everyone and then head up the stairs to the next floor, too. It was dreamy. This was not just die-hard activists. From my own social circles I had friends in every decade of age show up from my babysitter to matriarchs of the Austin music scene to business colleagues to my former intern to students from my writing classes to people I only knew virtually.
And, on top of this amazing awakening of the people, I get a Texas-sized shero in Senator Wendy Davis, who is great in a filibuster and great on TV speaking for her people.
And she was raised by a single mom in a trailer park!?! I was raised by a single mom in a trailer park! Shout out to Elizabeth City – Pop. 101! (Yes, there was a sign.) It’s finally cool and inspiring to be from a trailer park!! Hell, my first name is Tami, and I’ve gone by Dean all my adult life to get a some distance from the trailer park. Now I might even bring it back so people stop confusing me online with this jazz trumpeter I share a last name with.
And, finally, there is one point I think the extensive media coverage has missed, and it’s another reason I really have hope for political activism in the future. Last Sunday and Tuesday over 1,000 people showed up to an event in Austin that had no alcohol sponsor. Now that’s historic.
August 31, 2012
From the September issue of the Statesman’s Real magazine article: “Jeff and Dean Lofton trumpet their love” by Helen Anders. photo: Deborah Cannon
August 17, 2012
In the past year I’ve lost 50 pounds by radically changing my diet based on (finally) receiving some accurate medical diagnoses, along with eliminating most processed foods, gluten, dairy and nightshades. (See “Six Months of Health Recovery”) Since I do PR for the health care team that led me to the accurate diagnoses, and I now sell nutritional products, it seems like I’d be quick to share some stunning “before” and “after” photos.
As a feminist I’m concerned that “before” and “after” photos would support the cultural discrimination of valuing women based on their appearance. I feel like “before” and “after” photos are somehow rude to, well, “Before” me, and to women who look similar. It reminded me of the piece by Pamela Houston: “I am walking down the street in Manhattan, Fifth Avenue in the lower sixties, women with shopping bags on all sides. I realize with some horror that for the last fifteen blocks I have been counting how many women have better and how many women have worse figures than I do. Did I say fifteen blocks? I meant fifteen years.”
The constant judging of appearance is so ingrained we consider it normal and appropriate. More