Hmmm . . . . Are we happy yet? Rodin’s Thinker at Getty Museum , 1972
I’m sitting here looking at the title I gave this series: Faculty Wife. Was I a Faculty Wife during the four short years we were back at the Bible College? If not, Read the rest of this entry »
Powerful, Moving
Ambiguous, Interpretive
Heard, Hidden
Stripped, Caged
Imprisoned, Locked
Unheard, Unknown
Screaming, Silent Read the rest of this entry »
September 2009. I’m still working on Week 1 in The Artist’s Way by Julie Cameron. The writing exercise asks me to name the voices of my Allies and Enemies. Not imaginary voices, but voices of real people who in one way or another encouraged or discouraged my creative self-worth.
My top three Enemy voices
When I was young I never told anyone I wanted to be a writer or an artist. Read the rest of this entry »
On October 31, death put a punctuation point at the end of Bill Supplee’s earth-life. A full stop, like coming to the end of a book.
Bill gave me something to live for. Read the rest of this entry »
weather-beaten house
empty nests brilliant blue sky–
what songs lined your walls?
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Music was huge in our home: piano practice, singing grace before each meal, old phonograph records played over and over. Mother taught us to sing in three-part harmony while she accompanied us on the piano or a small portable electric organ. She also played and taught us children’s songs from the old Childcraft songbook for kids, and silly kindergarten songs with all the motions.
Three memories come to mind when I think about music that lined the walls of my childhood homes. Read the rest of this entry »
Sister #3
It’s 1949. I’m 6 years old. Sister #3 is 6 months old and still nursing. She’s sitting on my parents’ bed with Father and me. He’s playing with her—a little game of reach and grab. He asks me to watch and see whether she’s moving her left arm. No, she is not. Read the rest of this entry »
A Note to Mother
I still wonder where you were when I needed an advocate, a safe listening ear, a cheerleader and a comforter. I also wonder why you thought I would be able to deal with my father without any help from you.
Since you’re not here anymore, Read the rest of this entry »
Telling the Truth 