the skin i’m in

As I edged my way towards my teen years, Helen Reddy’s song, “I Am Woman”, was adopted as the anthem of the Women’s Lib movement, catapulting it to  the top of the music charts. This conflagration of events ignited my mother’s rebellion against my father’s restrictions. The irony of my mother's name being 'Helen' here … Continue reading the skin i’m in

seven days

Cesca has shared with me a BuzzFeed video blog that she found on FaceBook of a young woman who went for a week without make up. I watched it with interest, having had many similar experiences. I even laughed out loud when a co-worker who remarked at her looking tired since that is what I've … Continue reading seven days

believing is seeing

I never know what’s going to show up when I sit at the computer to write for NaBloPoMo. One rule I set for myself when I began three weeks ago (has it already been three weeks?!) is that I don’t pre-write regardless of what I have scheduled or what shows up. After all, the point … Continue reading believing is seeing

more than meets the eye

As with so much else in our society, one’s sense of worth is derived from without, rather than from within. We often find ourselves defined by what we do and what we have, not who we are at the core of our being. I suspect this is a source of much pain for so many … Continue reading more than meets the eye

vested interest

My mother gave me a pink plastic crochet hook and a small ball of white yarn and showed me how to make a chain when I was five years old. This was a much bigger deal for both of us than I realized at the time. Money was very tight on dad’s meager factory worker … Continue reading vested interest