A 40-something female friend told me recently she had no #metoo stories. None. Had never experienced unwanted, inappropriate advances from a man. Frankly, this shocked me a bit, followed by a small wave of other emotions: disbelief, judgement, envy, and, of course, my loyal, invisible best friend: Shame. “Look at her,” Shame whispered. “She obviously … More In the Gray with #MeToo
If I threw a rock down the gullet of this deep, lonely blog, would it hit at the bottom? Would it splash into some river run-off of old melancholy or all has that all dried up? Lodge itself into the thick damp remnants of fear. Or would that flung rock just hit the dry, cracked … More Echo echo echo echo….
“How long have the hot dogs been in there?” asks a man with a faded black backpack and four-day scruff on his face. The ferry has just shoved off and the sun has hit the place in the sky that puts a flat gold patina on the water, the color of candlesticks in an attic. … More Hot Dogs
Wedding Day by Amber Shockley Follow the link above to a poem that makes my list not just because the perspective is intriguing and triggers a half-smile. It has those things that inspire me to write just as well: the rhythm of real life, the jangle of well-placed words, and the subtle cut of truth. Thanks, Amber Shockley and … More “A devil came to me on Saturday…”
“What is left out will always show and make the strength of what is left in.” Can you apply this to your relationships, your life, your sense of self? ~photo from my copy of “A Moveable Feast”