Note: I wrote this piece some years ago for a small college writing competition – and won first place! “We too, like trees can shake off our dead leaves and begin again.” ― A.Y. Greyson “I don’t want to do this, but I have to,” he said. He held […]
I’ve had a lot of reasons to think about the concept of memory this year. First disclaimer: my memory isn’t perfect. Nobody’s is. And especially short-term memory as we get older—what did I have for dinner last night; what was the name of that actress who was so compelling in that film? Second disclaimer: my long-term memory isn’t always perfect […]
First spoiler: he didn’t actually rape me. Although a ‘virgin,’ I gave myself to him willingly, as I describe in my book Our Song: a Memoir of Love and Race. Second spoiler: what he did could be considered worse. I met Curtis (a pseudonym) at a teen nightclub after high school ended, and he later pursued me at a summer […]
When I got up this morning, there was a pot of hot coffee ready. That’s all. End of story. Oh, except for the part about how I live alone. And I did not make that coffee. Oh, and guess what: It’s Halloween! O-o-o-o-o-h! And I just happen to live in The Last House on the Left. O-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-h! Coincidence? I think not. […]
No, not sex! I’ve spoiled you, my faithful readers. 😊
A lot has happened since I moved into my crone cabin in the woods. I experienced the one highest-ever 117-degree day of summer heat in Sacramento (along with many other slightly—but only slightly—cooler days; so thank goodness for my trees). I watched the ducks, ducklings, koi, turtles and even a heron swimming, diving and flapping about the property – check […]
Hope you had a comforting Thanksgiving. Or a calmer not-Thanksgiving if it’s not your thing. This is a test post to check out whether my website subscribers have been successfully moved over to my revamped site. The test will be done by my website guru, so you don’t need to do a thing! Unless you WANT to do a thing […]
sunrise lights mesas river gurgles under ice earth still turns Another dawn walk, another day, more beauty, more grief, more compassion for the complexities of this life and we who share this numinous earth. Susan J. Tweit, Sarton award-winning author of Bless the Birds In my late 20’s I developed a strange fantasy about getting old: I […]
From Part 2: “I spent more time than I like to admit peering out from behind my curtains…
From Part 1: “So there I was—a scaredy cat surrounded by 100 predators…
