Telling the Truth

connecting the dots of my life

Tag: Men

Courtship and Engagement | Part 1

What was it about this man who seemed to have eyes only for me but couldn’t get the words out of his mouth? Read the rest of this entry »

The Face of Contempt | Part 1

Contempt – intrusive, ever-present, almost impossible to pin down.  But that’s exactly why I need to talk about it.

After several false starts, Read the rest of this entry »

My heart still pounds | Part 1

Nearly 30 years later, my heart still pounds loudly when I relive this event.  It’s early fall 1985.  I’ve been teaching theology to seminarians since fall 1983.  I’ve agreed to make a presentation at an informal faculty gathering. Read the rest of this entry »

Commodified Females and The Boss

It’s out there.  I published it.  Why am I feeling so much more exposed now than I did when I wrote about my father?  Or even the Shopkeeper? Read the rest of this entry »

My Mother, My Teacher | Part 2 of 2

I’ve never thought of Mother as my primary role model for relationships with men or with women.  Yet she was precisely that, in ways my father never was.

About gatekeepers and me
Gatekeepers:  The bosses. The men in charge.  In my lifetime they’ve all been men.

Their words and attitudes could make or break a woman’s reputation. Read the rest of this entry »

My Mother, My Teacher | Part 1 of 2

I’m still thinking about my confused and confusing relationships with men.  This story is about my Mother and me. It’s also about at least some of my troubling relationships with men. Read the rest of this entry »

What About the Women?

I tried to write another post about my relationships with men.  But I couldn’t.  I felt myself getting bogged down looking at only part of this confusing picture.  Yes, I have 5 pages of notes about men.  But I have over 13 pages of handwritten notes about women!

I never typed up any of these notes.  I was afraid someone might read them. Read the rest of this entry »

Looking for Love

I’m ready to revisit this haiku+poetry.  It took a while….

carolina wren
peers into old beer bottle –
empty still

* * *

  searching for myself
lost somewhere out there
in your eyes your smile
your listening ear
your approval your tenderness
your dream for me Read the rest of this entry »

Safe, Not Sorry | Part 1of 2

That’s how I’d headline my teenage and young adult approach to making decisions.  Safe, not sorry!  I still carry remnants of this in me, even though I know nothing is necessarily safe, and there’s no guarantee I’ll never be sorry.  Life isn’t safe; Read the rest of this entry »

Daydreams | Part 2 of 2

Part 1 focused on my infatuation with a gifted young man.  I can’t say I actually met him at the mission conference.  He probably never knew my name.  Yet I daydreamed about a possible future with him, Read the rest of this entry »