I don’t do all that well in groups, especially in groups I arrive at after-the-fact. This is as true of friendship as it is of the workspace. You can break into established groups, but because you’re late to the party, you have to play by their rules for a while even if you disagree with them. I’m not wired that way. People used to ask … Continue reading I’m not hierarchical – an off-the-cuff joint.
I used to skip the hyphens while typing, returning to do them after the writing was done, but it actually takes longer that way. I don’t usually start with a digression, but the thought occurred to me while titling and it felt insistent. I’m in a dark head space these days. I’m in a blow-up-my-world head space. I’m full of anger and entitled pain – … Continue reading A dark headspace – an off-the-cuff joint.
How old were we when someone first spoke to us about trust? Was it a warning – trust me, you don’t want to know – or a request to behave – I know I can trust you to be a good girl? How was the concept of trust first articulated to us? I have no idea. We experience it before we can put a name … Continue reading Trust is a responsibility.
I’m folding a couple of the T-shirts that haven’t yet been demoted to dryer status when all of a sudden, I’m thinking about my son’s father’s reaction when I told him I was pregnant. We limped along for another two and a half years, but he never quite forgave me. [i] That isn’t what I’m thinking about, however. I’m thinking about the day he came … Continue reading Memories are the darndest thing.
From Famine to Feast. 