~~~Zaida Pannell Swift (1894-1988)
California 1974. I’m in my second year of seminary. The telephone rings. It’s my mother, calling from Savannah, Georgia. Her voice sounds hesitant. She isn’t sure whether to tell me this or not. Read the rest of this entry »
When I think about ties that bind me to the largest number of other people, PTSD wins hands down. Post Traumatic Stress Disorder affects every human being in this world, directly or indirectly, Read the rest of this entry »
~~Unchained Women! Unrecognized, under-rated power to change the subject
I’m on a public street. I’ve just witnessed brutality against two young women, not in real time but in my dream. Now, out of my dream, what to do next? I pull out my cell phone and call 911. Will anyone respond? This isn’t an upscale area.
I kneel beside the sobbing woman Read the rest of this entry »
I want life to follow my way, truth, my notions about how things are or should be. I’m not alone. My comments follow George MacDonald’s sonnets. Read the rest of this entry »
I
elders
cling close
old age
unseen
kindly eyes
drill deep
tap light
unseen
by youth
or passersby
II
Sweet Jesus
Could I not wave
A magic wand
But once? Read the rest of this entry »
Can you believe they do this every year for each blog? The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys (their words, not mine) prepared this 2015 annual report for Telling the Truth. You are somewhere in these numbers and graphics! How exciting is that? I hope you’ll take a look.
Here’s an excerpt:
The concert hall at the Sydney Opera House holds 2,700 people. This blog was viewed about 23,000 times in 2015. If it were a concert at Sydney Opera House, it would take about 9 sold-out performances for that many people to see it.
Nancy Hanks II on city street tracks, somewhere in the state of Georgia, USA
This is one of my favorite memories about Mom. It’s in two parts. Both took place in Savannah, Georgia during the mid-1950s. I was a young teenager, happily aware of boys by now. Read the rest of this entry »
I love dreams because I get to rewrite the ending of those that trouble me. This dream troubles me.
Most difficult is seeing myself in Read the rest of this entry »
My family legacy
If not my inheritance
deposited in me a great Gift
The kind that kept on giving
Long after I drained the last drop
And tried to transform it
into a candlestick holder
now coated with hardened
layers of waxy tears
trickling down the
curve of my face Read the rest of this entry »
If I could make only one wish for the New Year, it’s that contempt and self-contempt would implode. Just wither up and die in the face of courage.
In the meantime, Read the rest of this entry »
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