My voice sounds gravelly and my elbows are drawn into my body. The key presenter of the weeklong writing workshop is telling me that my novel needs much more work. He’s right–I know it–but it’s still hard to hear. I thank him for his time and immediately go to the bar for a glass of […]
Staring at the ceiling, my mind’s churning as I’m lying on the hospital bed. The ultrasound technologist is eerily silent, staring into her monitor while she moves her equipment up and down and round and round my breast. I’m frightened. I’ve been down this road before several times, always with a negative. But how many […]
I’m taking a week off, visiting San Francisco’s finest bookstores. It’s the best time to visit bookstores, because they each have a table full of books about historical women to honor Women’s History Month. See you next week!
I’m choked up and can’t speak. Tears are in my eyes. There she is, my foster mother, walking into my house for dinner this week. She’s 95 years old, and she’s still stylishly dressed. When I was a 17 years old, I had to get glasses for the first time. She took me to the optician. […]
Alone at home, tears are running down my cheeks. I’m watching the video of the 81-year-old woman bodybuilder, Ernestine Shepherd. Despite her age, she’s unstoppable. Someone this week told me, “You’re always hurt!” That’s a slap in my face. It’s so untrue. Yes, my back has periods of soreness, depending on how good I’ve been […]
I’m standing in front of the mirror and I’m ashamed. My hand creeps up and squeezes the fat roll showing through my gym clothes. It’s always there, no matter how hard I try. You might say I have an average build, but I still think about “fat” every day. So do millions of others. I […]
My stomach’s churning, my voice’s raised, and I’m glaring at my husband across the dinner table, the spaghetti half-eaten and the wine half-drank. He’s talking about national politics, and all I hear is the word “brilliant.” I most vehemently disagreed. I routinely analyze the current political scene because I write about historical women and power. “What […]
Big, ugly tears run down my cheeks. The images of sad things fill my mind, and I can’t stop crying. An article from Inc. Magazine talks about our need to do “emotional hygiene.” To take some time to be by yourself and be sad. Or angry. Or whatever you need to feel that you’ve been […]