I’m writing a play. A book. A blog post. A dozen blog posts. Articles and particles, bits and pieces,
nuts and bolts.
A lifetime. I’m writing a lifetime.
I’m writing a lifetime in which the main character is invisible. Unseen. Unheard. Unnoticed. She barely exists in her own story. Or so it would seem. At times.
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All business in the riding ring
I’ve heard those words from my mother at least a million times:
“Oh Sue, you’re so opinionated. Oh Sue, you’re so serious. Oh Sue, why do you have to be so argumentative? Oh Sue, did you have to get your hair cut that short?” Oh Sue, something-or-other-that-doesn’t-quite-measure-up.”
Like many mother/daughter relationships, ours has been fraught with
issues and challenges (as well as joy and happiness) about which I blogged a year ago today. So, it’s curious that the one “Oh Sue” I remember most specifically isn’t a criticism, but a little cheer. And I hear it as clearly today as I did forty-four years ago across a riding ring one late-summer afternoon. Continue reading
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