Then came the earthquakes. A divorce, single motherhood, a bankruptcy. Bing, Bang. Boom. Even though I was an emotional wreck, I never ballooned to outrageous proportions. Still, for the first time in my life I had to shimmy into a girdle to control the overflow of tummy flesh. I was mortified.
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It was the second night, when I found myself on the border of Colorado and Kansas, that I wished for the comfort of my own bed, the routine of my life, and not the countless miles of pavement that stretched before me.
“Your right to throw a punch stops at my face.” I remember hearing this expression years ago as a basic definition of freedom in the United States. I thought of it more recently when I read …
In a sense, they are like spouse stand-ins, and they’re thinking of getting T-shirts made saying: “I’m Becoming The Man I Always Wanted To Marry.”
[They] founded BlogHer with four purposes in mind: exposure, community, education, and economic empowerment for women bloggers. I think the economic empowerment head is now leading the beast.
The bathing suits are all on sale, but–hey! the Halloween costumes are as well. We at MidLifeBloggers think that Perrie might want to consider going as Mrs. Potato Head this year…
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And then it occurred to me that everyone ReTweeting me on Twitter was assuming I was white. And that makes something I say about African-Americans racist? Isn’t that also the basest racism there is?
The fear in the back of my mind, though, is that I could be that woman in the flowered leggings and gym shorts. Maybe not this minute, but someday. It was almost like a premonition.
I’m off–tra la–to Chicago for the annual BlogHer blowout. This is my fourth BlogHer conference, and they get bigger and bigger and–yikes!–bigger.
My panel is on Friday, 1:15 – 2:30. I want to call it “Coloring …
I come from mailmen and factory workers. Fishermen and mapmakers. War veterans.
I come from stay at home mothers. Writers. Thinkers. Feminists. Nurses. Farm women.
To commandeer one’s thoughts, to harness one’s emotions, to find the words and the syntax that drives them straight into a reader’s mind: it is, I believe, the ultimate power, far greater than physical prowess or financial.
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