I am the voice for those who are silenced I am the voice for those less spoken Just listen Please We have something to say A reason to be heard So listen And we will be heard We have something to say A reason to speak So listen Closely It's a shout from afar A cry from abroad A sigh from within We. Have. Something. To. Say. So listen Gently We have something to say So listen...softly And we will …
Category: True Confessions
Boy, these times they are a changing. Now that I have allowed myself the privilege of returning to the actual grocery store rather than the virtual replacement of filling my online cart only to have the items removed by the time I get to ‘check out,’ I struggle. It takes me literally all morning to coax myself out the door. The process starts with a slow-motion rollover to check the clock; I calculate that I have plenty of time to …
I dedicate this rant to my Sarasota Sister who unknowingly inspired me to write this humorous piece. The power of friendship knows no distance. So…today I wake up at a reasonable hour, skulk around in my PJ’s for a bit wondering what to attack first on this glorious sunny day as we close out the second month of quarantine. But the more I ponder my options, the more I squander my time. Snap out of it! I take to the …
First in a series on how we might find ourselves surviving the early portion of the Pandemic and our quarantined lives. Oh, the irony of it all! For years I have struggled to find Time; Free Time, More Time, Me Time. And now, I have nothing but Time. Time to squander, Time to sleep, Time to organize, Time to purge. There is so much Time, in fact, that often I end up wasting it, which seems a crime. Then I …
I venture out of the house timidly these days, as if I expect a warzone to appear around the corner as I head down the street and out of my neighborhood. Anxiety levels are raised, the silence is deafening, and am I’m slightly getting caught up in all of it. Nothing surprises me these days. Still, I refuse to panic, to give in completely to the pandemic; I vow to go forward. This change in our culture started a few …
This is my “Sorry, Not Sorry” story, and I’m not sorry for writing it. As women, we apologize. Constantly. For things we do that are benign and for things that really are not our fault. Bumping into someone in the grocery store. Accidentally cutting in front of someone while lost in your own thoughts while meandering through the mall. Crossing the street when it is your right of way, but the driver still cuts you off. However, it is never …
What do you do when a random person on the street asks you for help? It’s a loaded question with no right or wrong response, but as an average citizen minding your own business when approached by a stranger, how do you react? It’s easy to turn away, ignoring the person, pretending you didn’t hear them. But it’s also difficult to turn away, ignoring their plight and what it is they really might need. I must appear as a sympathetic …
If you give a mom a problem, she’s going to do her best to solve it. Although I’ve recently learned, that is not always the best approach. For years I have prided myself on my ability to see clearly and to see through any problem that might arise for my offspring. I jump in, fully clothed, because I can swim through these murky waters to safely get to the other side and solve the problem as I’m paddling. First, I …
Stress is a cumbersome business. We think we disguise it well, but it’s always creeping, crawling ever so slowly and closely to the surface, daring us to implode at the most inopportune time. Stress can be managed through a myriad of techniques: deep breathing, meditation, medication, exercise, and yes, sometimes yelling to make us feel better. Everyone handles it differently; our coping mechanisms vary based on personality type and the situation responsible for the stress. In the end, no matter …
Warning: This story is not for the faint-of-heart and contains some slight, graphic detail. It is, however, much to the author’s chagrin, a true story. Proceed at your own discretion. There is nothing like a trip to the Emergency Room, on a Saturday night, no less, to bring a couple together. Talk about your perfect bonding experience. The day started pleasantly and productively with no indication that the evening would end with cross words, wounded pride, and hurt feelings. But …
