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 […]
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 […]
Father’s Day is over, and I didn’t get this posted. But I realized it’s a metaphor for…
Last weekend I participated in the Women’s March in Los Angeles. It was organized to be a sister march to one scheduled in Washington, DC. Its goal was…
Just for fun: Here’s a Contributor’s Note I wrote in a memoir workshop recently. The assignment was to play with a creative version of what might appear in the back if we were ever to publish a book.
I recently flew cross-country to attend my high school reunion. Now is there a cooler year to be the graduating class of or WHAT?
That’s what my ex, who was a number of years younger than me, said when I jokingly asked him if I was a cougar.
Ever fantasize about going to a dude ranch? Me neither. So how did I come to find myself standing in line, waiting my turn to have lunch ladled onto my tin home-on-the-range style plate?
