About a year ago, I was cracking up (not in a good way). I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. So I did both. Often. And intensely.
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. Continue reading
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