On the phone to my friend, Cindy, voice quivering, occasionally leaking tears, at one point sobbing, I hoped for some answers. What was going on? Why was I so upset? When I noticed that over the last couple of weeks I occasionally became weepy for no apparent reason, I thought that hormones, or exhaustion induced … Read more
I admire these women, these accomplished artists who struggled against the shackles society placed on them. In order to achieve success, many felt the need to work within those restrictions, ignoring a yen to be treated as their male counterparts during the period of impressionism. Some struggled against those bonds, defying societal norms, forging a … Read more
When Joan gave me a plate of yummy looking cookies, my immediate thought was “that’s the way the cookie bounces.” I wondered whether that expression meant the same thing as the idioms “that’s the way the cookie crumbles” or “that’s the way the ball bounces.” According to My English Pages, “that’s the way the cookie … Read more
Mum said I behaved like a sixteen year old. Sarah accused me of not being the loving mother that I used to be. Bill implied that my judgment was impaired and I was paranoid. That’s not how I remember it. What was I like during that first year post-surgery? Was I like a teenager, acting … Read more
He said, “It was one of the scariest things in my life.” She said, “I honestly don’t remember.” My heart aches for them and for the children they were.
War and peace. Peace and war. Missiles to protect civilians. Civilians to protect missiles. Women and children and children and children. Words. Not my own. I have none. I’ve lost my words to the blind mindless hatred I’ve lost my words to the horrors of war.