Last night I had a dream. I feel the need to share it with you today because it illustrates the main point I’ve been trying
The title of this post is inspired by Maya Angelou’s poem, Still I Rise. Deborah, a dear friend and poetess from England, sent it to
The obvious analogy, in the psychic sphere, to this problem of opposites is the dissociation of the personality brought about by the conflict of incompatible
In my experience, most of what goes by the name of political discourse today is very rarely about tax policy, foreign policy, or any policy.
In August of 1942, Walt Disney released the classic animated film, Bambi. When it was rereleased some years later, my mother took me on a
What is misogyny? Here’s a random sample of definitions and descriptions from the internet: Misogyny is hatred of, contempt for, or prejudice against women or
Fred and I just started watching the critically acclaimed award-winning television series Mad Men. It’s about people who work at an advertising agency on New
At the age of 35 I had a wonderful family, good health, a comfortable lifestyle, and a master’s degree: everything a woman could want. Right? You’d think so. But I felt painfully unfulfilled. What was wrong with me? Why couldn’t I just be happy? I felt like an ungrateful wretch.
Mama got a job working nights at the hospital. She slept during the day while Daddy was at work and Jimmy was at school, so I entertained myself. I got so accustomed to being alone that once when a little girl asked me to come out and play, I wouldn’t go. She bit my hand and ran away! I couldn’t imagine what her problem was.
I’m so happy to be back in the mountains. I love the weather, the trees, the birds, the rushing creek, the flowering bushes. The beauty.
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