BEAUTIFUL hand-beaded, one-of-a-kind Chokers


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About Artist,Anita Ivette Ferrer

Anita Ivette Ferrer thought her unexpected health affliction would be short-lived. She didn’t expect to be still struggling over seven years later from Dystonia, a mysterious movement disorder which doctors say has no known cause nor cure. Anita is used to engaging challenging circumstances, but her latest has brought her to the forefront of uncharted territory Faith in Jesus Christ in hand coupled with an iron will propels her to new heights of spiritual self-discovery, supernatural trust in God and ultra creativity.

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When she wakes up each morning, she inwardly dreads another day coping with the pain and fatigue which could restrict her ability to live a normal life. But as she gets up from her bed, she relies upon Christ to empower her with strength and hope for the day! Her prayers are always answered as she tackles her house chores, outreach to the bedridden, elderly and dying and her creative endeavors.

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Quite by accident, Anita found a temporary respite from her violent facial twitching while repairing some old broken beaded chokers. She found that focusing upon the fine beadwork caused the muscles to cease pulling! The next thing she knew, she was spending more and more time at the craft stores purchasing unique, beautiful beads for her new passion!

Anita, 1989 Magna Cum Laude Brookdale Community College graduate whose major studies were in the humanities and social services, never imagined that a condition like Dystonia would lead her back to her childhood talent, designing!

fall,2014 139Anita believes with all her heart that her healing could be just a heart beat away. Though each day continues to be a struggle, God inspires her to keep the momentum going! She has learned through overcoming battle with chronic Lyme Disease, poverty, child abuse and domestic violence that in order to grow, one must re-invent themselves! Though she’s had to greatly curtail her performing and song-writing due to the spasms, her beaded jewelry design has taken her to new levels of exciting creativity and an opportunity to share her craft with the world. She also hopes to educate the public about Dystonia and movement disorders which are increasing. As yet the only treatments for Dystonia are Botox injections and DPS Deep Brain stimulation which Anita feels would not help her symptoms.

Anita resides with her husband and their cats in Browns Mills, NJ. She is also available to minister in music at your church or special event.

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Purchase of Anita’s creations helps her to continue ministering to the elderly, disable and hospice patient. You can find out more about Anita via her http://www.anitaivetteferrer.wordpress.com blogsite

Anita Ivette Ferrer
Anita Ivette Ferrer One of a Kind Designs
Brave Flame Productions & Outreach
Po Box 102, Bradley Beach, NJ 07720
609-893-2397

Prices range from $25 to $70

Christmas special two for one price `

Proceeds to Dystonia research and Brave Flame Productions & Outreach

RECEIVE


Audio Maxx Studios

I just completed- my latest song, RECEIVE with the awesome and talented, Steve Migliore, (Mr Mig) Audio Maxx Studios, Cherry Hill NJ. What an experience to stretch my musical boundaries and learn! I’m never one to settle for or accept the normal or the mainstream, so when I had to opportunity to have a song produced with Steve, I said I would take a dive into the unknown!

It was tricky finding a song that would lend to the dance beat, but we settled on my haunting, melancholy acoustic folk ballad from “Asbury Park Angel”, my 2nd CD).  Boy, did Steve work it! The message of forgiveness and letting go of bitterness is still there, but the arrangement really grabs your ears and commands you to to receive love.

 

This is a message that many women (and men) need to apply to their lives. When you are betrayed by a lover or best friend, you don’t want any part of them. The command is even more relevant to God’s elect, the bride. We must be meticulous in loving, forgiving and knowing that we are the ones the world will look to for direction and guidance.

I recommend Steve, to  all   serious artists who want to present themselves to the music world in the most polished, professional way. Steve, is not only at the top of his field, but a wonderful human being as well.  I look forward to working on many more project in the Dance/pop genre. God bless Steve Migliore and his wonderfully talented protege, Andrew Wysong!

Would You Like to See my Kitty Cat?


“Hi!. Would you like to see my kitty cat?”

I entered the neatly manicured neighborhood in Toms River. Though it was a section 8 development, laughing children congregated on the streets and waved to me as they saw me pulling in. They saw my white calico, Baby-Baby in the dashboard and followed me to the end of the cul-de-sac. As I flipped down the door to unload my hand truck and telephone  books, about  seven children flocked around me asking to see and pet my kitty.

It was one of the high points of my route delivery for PDC Phone book company. That was about eight years ago and my, times have changed!

This year, I noticed very few children on the sidewalks or playgrounds.  During the hot month of August, I was delivering near the Osborn area of Brick Township. The street I parked on was an upper middle class development. A group of girls watched me with scorn as I started up the street with my hand truck and books. I felt uneasy, noticing they didn’t smile and I felt unwelcome d. Regardless, I turned and smiled. Two older teen girls stood staring me down as one little girl on a bike circled me. I had never had such an uncomfortable feeling before.

The little girl circled me again and I faced her.

“Hi, would you like to see my kitty cat?”

No answer.  I approached the house where the older girls were still eying me  seriously.  I smiled again and don’t remember ever feeling so ill at ease. I finished the street and was putting my hand truck  in the back of my truck and noticed a police parked several houses up the next street. My first reaction was someone had complained about me being in the neighborhood. I decided I wasn’t going to scurry away like a frightened squirrel. I was doing my job and for twelve years!

I sat quietly and waited for the officer to approach me. When he came up to my truck, I asked him, “Can i help you officer?”

“License, registration and insurance,” he answered. I gave him my papers and shook my head.  he walked back to his cruiser and I sat waiting for him for ten minutes. When he came back he looked inside my truck.

“Do you have a cat?”

“Yes,”

“where is it?”

“She’s sleeping in the back of this seat here?” I nodded to the back of the passenger seat.

He asked me the question two more times.

“Officer, She’s in the back there sleeping. There is a tiny seat that she rests on. He walked to the passenger side and looked.

“Where is it?”

“I’ll get her for you’. I walked to where my cat Peewee was sleeping and pulled her out.

“Okay. we were called to investigate someone who asked the kids to look at her cat.”

“Officer” I said, “I have delivered for this company for 12 years and I have never had anyone call me about harassing their children. In fact, every neighborhood, both parents and kids alike were excited to meet me and my cat as I delivered to their neighborhood. I don’t understand this world. Those kids were very weird and I’m sorry I ever talked to them.”

“Well, miss you have to understand what’s going on in this evil world. I’m a parent two of a small daughter…so I understand. There are child molesters everywhere and if I was a mother and saw a truck with a spider on it and a woman asked my child to see her cat, I would be suspicious too.”

“Yes, I’m sure you would. I am a youth mentor and have spent my whole life mentoring kids and serving both Ocean county, Monmouth and Burlington. I am very disappointed to see people become so suspicious and kids be so unfriendly. Have a good day, Officer”

So, this is what perverts and child molesters have done to our communities. Good people who love children can’t even talk to them or smile.  Thanks to taking prayer out of our schools, God’s hedge of protection has lifted and today, 2011, anything goes with malicious adults molesting, kidnapping and murdering children.

People, we had better start looking at our apathy and deluded ideas that religion/prayer should be edited from our nation, schools and communities.  Pray has always been edifying, inspiring and strengthening to the human spirit and is applicable to all things, secular and sacred. We had better start praying that goodness and kindness of strangers won’t be seen as an act of aggression or charity.

This nation truly has declined in its quality. This incident with the police officer has  shaken me to the core . I feel as if something precious was taken from me, the gift of friendship and inspiration of reminding children about kindness to animals.

May God help us to go back to days were children decorated our streets and playgrounds, reminding us of the days when our own childhoods were filled with memories of  laughter, joy and friendship!

WHAT’S In A NAME?


Burqa-clad women walk around like silent ghosts without voices.  To us women in the developed countries , especially America,  they languish quietly as second class citizens with few choices. I’m grateful to live in such a wonderful country and that my beloved father brought me over to America as a young baby from Stuttgart, Germany. I couldn’t imagine traveling through life with a stifled voice, intellect and ability to contribute to my world.

We American women have ample opportunity to aspire to and reach the highest pinnacles of expression, education and spiritual enlightenment.  I’m also blessed to have had a father who instilled in me the virtues of independence, resourcefulness, high intellect and resilience in the face of great hardships. These are the staples of my character and integrity.

Papito was born on the island of  Puerto Rico in 1929. Though, the Depression held America in its grip, my grandmother would not allow poverty to affect her family.  She was fiercely independent. When my grandfather fell ill with  a lung ailment and had to be separate from the rest of the family, she fired her shotgun into the air each night to let prospective suitors know that she was not a pushover, didn’t need their assistance and had her family under control!

As a youngster, Papito was a very special and aspiring boy who sold enough produce from their farm to support his mother and 8 brothers and sisters.  Even at that age, he was an entrepreneur and his great skill at painting and lettering earned him a prestigious position with a local business man also surnamed Ferrer.

When Papito came to America, he joined the army and ended up stationed in Germany, where he met a beautiful, engaging blond. I was born nine months later followed by my younger sister, a year and a half later.  Papito was a serious and very disciplined man and decided to move to a more suburban area in New Jersey. He didn’t want to raise his girls in an urban environment like Paterson where most of his siblings settled.

Papito ended up buying a starter home in Long Branch. When I was six, another sister was added to the family and when I was ten, my last and youngest sister was born.  Papito stayed true to his religious roots and we were enrolled at Star of the Sea Catholic School.  He wanted us to have a quality education and  marry doctors and lawyers.

Catholic school was a fertile place for me to develop confidence in myself.  The nuns recognized my special talents in illustration, poetry and speaking and I was often chosen to read to the class. When Papito could no longer afford tuition, we were transferred to public schools. There, I retained my passion for the arts and discovered I also had a great creativity for fashion design and seamstressing.  I was asked to design and sew all the costumes for our medieval plays. By the time I was in seventh grade, I knew I was going to be a rock ck star/fashion designer when I grew up.

Eventually my parents irreconcilable different forced our family apart and I ended up in foster care. My world crashed, but somehow, I maintained a fierce dignity to survive. Papito’s  mentoring brought me through the storms.

After flailing and struggling for several years, a friend invited me to his church and I ended up committing my life to Jesus Christ.  A supernatural change came over me. I was told that God had a wonderful plan for my life and I was a new person. I couldn’t wait to finally explore my life.  Storms once again, interrupted my forward momentum in the guise of financial hardship, sickness and being hit by a car.

A break came through receiving a brochure in the mail from  Brookdale Community College and I welcomed the though of dreaming again.  I enrolled for fall semester and that began my upward climb to normality. Through malnutrition and poverty, I received grants and a full scholarship offer to Boston University. I managed to stay on the Deans list with a 3.85 GPA, graduating four years later with my Associates degree. My identity was now fully established and I was elated to  soar in my aspirations.

Several more storms assailed me, (including a violent and abusive failed marriage) and later an immune system breakdown from  a LYME Disease diagnosis.  The stress of my husband’s  emotional abuse and deportment threats caused me to break down physically and I was so weak I couldn’t work  I fell into a deep depression, but clung to my faith, knowing that I would ride out the latest storm in God’s strength. My recovery was very slow, but I gradually regained my strength and vision.

God opened up a door of opportunity through a childhood girlfriend who had been praying for me for many years. Diana called me, urging me to apply for a Christian non-profit organization, Love in the Name of Christ, that she worked for part-time.

Though I had no professional clothing for an interview, I made a strong impression on the executive Director, Carolyn Eyerman and Operations manager, John Hodem. Joan was a warm, yet professional woman with decades of experience in the social and healing services.  She saw something in me that I thought I had lost so long ago.  I was hired as program coordinator of my own business clothing and mentoring program!

Only God could have  orchestrated such an event and I was exhilarated that I was called to network with such inflectional professionals. My six-year tenure with Love Inc turned out to be the most supportive and joyous time of my life with me helping disconnected women, domestic violence victims and welfare women entering the work force for the first time! Many wonderful relationships were established because of Joan’s belief in me and I learned much from these professionals in the areas of ministry/outreach, education  and the social services. My confidence grew as other opportunities continued to present themselves.

My talent in singing and music also came to fruition with recording projects and performing in very upscale restaurants. I met many influential business people, pastors and CEOs as well as an MTV CEO, who hired me to do a private event at his mansion in Belmar.

Storms have continued to assail me with greater intensity. My faith has been stretched and God continues to give me glimpses of higher spiritual intuition and His  miraculous workings through me.  I’m continually inspired to chronicle my life and faith journey through new songs, books  and my photography. Most passionately though, is my desire to see broken people from all over the globe healed and transformed whether through personal or via my internet connections.

When God brought a wonderful man into my life, I was yet to experience an ever more relevant journey balancing two different perspectives, traditions, habits and decisions. I married my wonderful husband, Mark and we talked about my desire to be called by my family name. He had  no problem at all.

Strangely, the ones who adamantly refused to honor my request to be addressed at Anita Ferrer, were family members, Marks male friends and our church family!

Times have changed, people. In 2011, many women are keeping their family names, or hyphenating. It’s a personal choice now and some of us just don’t believe in a rigid, thoughtless tradition  borne in the 1800’s when women were their husband’s possession.  To each woman her own,  but I proudly wear my family name like a badge of honor. The name Ferrer is synonymous with my many weighty struggles, blood, sweat and tear lessons and victories. I’m a  phoenix who God himself has reconstructed and sculpted from the funeral pyre, a once almost disintegrated tangled mass scattered to the winds of tragedy.

This name, Ferrer was borne out of a great legacy, the struggle and the fruits of my grandmothers, father’s and my life skills,skills, history, successes and creativity. The jewels of my spiritual crown continue to bring forth fruits of creativity, deep intellect and empathetic passion and compassion for my fellow-man. Teofilo Cepeda Ferrer, Papito’s legacy encompass every part of me, the musical, literary artistry and intimate communication and friendships to a subliminal level.

I wear my father’s name with honor and will not cancel it out because tradition says I must. It epitomizes the extent of my commitment and faithfulness to an extra-ordinary life of leadership, civic and social contributions and also a lifestyle that is excellent and pleasing to my Heavenly Father.

I hope you all now understand my deep and personal reasons to be addressed and known by my family name.

I also hope younger women all over the world will think deeply about what their family name means to them as they prepare to unite with their soul mates. May they ponder the contributions and inheritances of their relatives, fathers or grandparents as I have pondered and cherished the depth and beauty of what my father and grandmother have passed down through me.

Wear your family  name proudly, young woman. It’s a brave new world! !

ALL IN A DAYS WORK


Journal Entry, Tuesday, August 23, 2011

A strange day it was today. Yup….mild temperature, blue skies and white, billowing clouds.  I was exhilarated, even though still in agony with the Dystonia spasms that plagued me 24/7. It was so wonderful outside, I was temporarily joyful to be alive, (for a change )! Moving forward with my phone book delivery routes in Brick Town, NJ. I started my  fifth route and had one more to go. Then I could finish my 5 part book series and concentrate on finishing the recording, mixing and mastering of my CDs. I was grateful to God I could even work such a physically demanding job. I had one more route to go..

I arrived at my street and saw a group of girls congregating on their front lawn. They gave me the evil eye, gazing seriously at me as I attempted to load my hand truck. I thought it strange that not one of them were smiling as I walked to the end of the street.  A little girl of about seven leaped on her bike, raced in front of me as if to make sure I knew she was watching my every move.  She still didn’t crack a smile as I smiled at her.  Two older girls about 13 stood staring at me as I continued delivering my phone books.None of the five girls took their eyes off me. It was the strangest thing I ever felt from kids.

I tried to break the ice by smiling at the little girls as she cut in front of me & stared.

” Where’s your kitty cat?” I asked.

No answer.

As I rounded the cu-de-sac and stopped at the house were the group of girls gathered, I put the book down near the lintel and smiled again.  I could feel their eyes boring into the back of my head as I got into my truck and drove to the next street. I saw a police car come up the street, lights flashing and figured out that surely it had to be the mother complaining about me being in the neighborhood. I parked, under a shady tree at the end of the street,  knowing that he’d stop me. Sure enough, he parted right in back of me.

“Can I help you officer,?” I asked.

“License, registration and insurance,” he answered. I was really annoyed and wondered why I couldn’t just be a normal person doing their job with dignity. It was becoming a habit to be pulled over by these police. Last month, my husband and I couldn’t even enjoy our dinner at Friendly’s Restaurant because woman called the Toms River police on us because she saw PeeWee in our car and accused us of mistreated her.

As I sat waiting for the officer to give me back my papers, I though about all the strange mishaps and unfair harassment I’d endured over the years trying to be a friendly, simpering person.

“Do you have a cat?”

“She’s somewhere back here.” I answered.

The police officer looked at the passenger seat and asked gain, “Where is the cat?”

“She’s behind the seat, officer. She gets hot and stays in that area where it’s cool.” I got out of my seat and walked over and pulled PeeWee out.

“Okay,”

“Officer,” I turned to him, I’ve serviced this area and the surrounding counties for 28 years and have worked for PDC delivering telephone books for 12 years. I’m trying to do my job and be an inspiration.  I’ve never been reported in all my life for trying to be nice to the neighborhood kids. This is very upsetting. Those girls were very weird following me and string at me the whole time. I was trying to be nice to them. I’ve also performed at the Belmar and Bradley beach board walks with my guitar and little cat to entertain and uplift. I’m a youth minister and I love children and animals.”

“Well, let me tell you, I’m the father of a little girl and if I saw a truck with a spider on the side and someone talking to my kid, I would call the police too. That mother was probably concerned.

“well, I’m pretty upset about this officer. I’m a harmless, kind person with no record, so this is  very strange.”

He seemed apologetic and walked off, leaving me with  sadness about the state of the human race.  The Bible talks about the hearts of many will grow cold, Kids will be arrogant and proud.  People will be void of compassion or being able to purely appreciate good things, like reporting a harmless, sweet woman who asks if someone wants to see her kitty cat). Intuition will disappear and suspicion will replace good Samaritans with kind intentions and outdoor minstrels who perform just for the love of beautiful music and inspiring others to make the world a kinder place.

Our world, (or the people)  is surely changing.

rest assured that one must be educated in political correctness or expect to be arrested for the most unusual offenses.  Long gone are the days when I could play my guitar at the boardwalk with my little cat, Baby-baby accompanying me and not get a ticket by Belmar municipal. Long gone are the days when people appreciated, talked to and befriended strangers who were musicians or artists.

Who do we blame for the coldness of society and the fear of friendships with new people? I struggled not to be angry and bitter, knowing that God would expect me to forgive and pray for the girls, or whoever was responsible for ruining my day. Hubby Mark, remarked,

“You’ve learned a lesson”.

“Mmmm, so what is it?”