It’s been an age since I first met you—
You there, looking back at me
Three score years plus eleven to be exact
You haven’t changed a bit, they say
You and I know better Read the rest of this entry »
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 »
I gave this slightly tongue-in-cheek yet totally earnest devotional at a faculty meeting in April 2000. It’s about the way I want to work. I wrote it because I was struggling with boundaries. Read the rest of this entry »
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 »
Because society would rather we always wore a pretty face,
women have been trained to cut off anger.
~Nancy Friday
Anger repressed can poison a relationship
as surely as the cruelest words.
~Joyce Brothers Read the rest of this entry »
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 »
I keep asking myself this question. When I wrote my About Me page, I knew who I was. But not yet as a blogger.
I’ll likely never meet most of you in real life. Furthermore, you come in all styles and sizes. An unmelted pot of humanity. Read the rest of this entry »
Houston Journal, 19 June 1998: Every time I come Diane is a little less alive in her bodily functions. This time feels very heavy—the hospital bed feels like the beginning of the end. On the TV today they were talking about an ALS cure by 2000. I don’t think Diane will make it that long. 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 »
Telling the Truth 