I marked sixty years of life last month. I am relishing the milestone. True, a trace of mourning for my lost youth still lingers around my edges, but the circle turns ever onward and aging is life. I find I spend more time imagining my crone years stretching out before me, who I want to … Continue reading A Year of Becoming Crone
I reunited with a very good friend last year. She is one of those friends that you wish was family, until you realize if she was family, you'd probably kill each other. I was seventeen when we met, she was 23 and newly married. She likes to tell people she taught me everything I know … Continue reading The Ties That Bond
And we are mad. Indeed. Thank you, “Drifting Through My Open Mind,”for expressing it with such clarity.
Dear Mr. Trump… can I call you Mr. Trump? Is that ok? I want you to be happy, that’s very important to me.
Before I get started, let me say this letter isn’t from all women. The Trumpettes surely won’t approve of this message. But this is from most women.
We see right through you. We have all known you at some point. Your ways are not unfamiliar to us. We see through you because we’ve been dealing with you our whole lives.
We heard you call women pigs. And disgusting. And stupid. And bimbos.
We watched as you called a former Ms. Universe “Ms. Piggy” and then spent four days continuing to insult her.
We see your weakness. Your lust for attention at any cost, your need to denigrate women. We see all of it. And we’re mad.
Yes. We’re mad. And fired up. And here’s the thing about us……
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Reblogging this from a very bright woman I met through a writing community; a woman I am coming to admire more all the time. This what she knows. I share it as some pretty darn good rules for living with passion, purpose and pizzazz through midlife and beyond.
By Caitlin Kelly
Did you ever hear the NPR radio series of this name?
It’s either (choose one!): pompous, boring, predictable, self-serving, self-promotional, fatally candid to publicly state your principles. Maybe.
I think action speaks louder than words. (There’s one thing I believe in.)
Having recently been hounded several times on-line, once by a very annoyed reader of this blog who emailed me privately three times to keep making his point — accompanied by personal insults — and within a women’s online group, it might be time to clear things up.
After all, more than 15,600 (!) people are now following this blog, and some may wonder — who is this woman and why should I listen to a thing she says?
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