“…for every woman who ever pulled her hair out trying to explain–for the 46th time–the importance of putting the toilet seat down, for Christ’s sake, or that burping the national anthem after every meal is not a constitutional right…
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The work that we do and that we wish we did
Our emotional, spiritual, and intellectual selves
Mates, children, parents, siblings, friends
What we think about what’s happening outside our door
Writing isn’t some mysterious phenomenon that happens when the good fairy graces you with her presence. It isn’t some arcane procedure that only dead white males (and a few chosen, but robust females) are truly …
I got the idea for starting a Writers Workshop on MidLifeBloggers when a friend, Merlot Mom, wrote on her blog about finding her own way to write rather than bowing to conventional wisdom of …
Next year at BWE10, I suggest that, at the least, the beer be icy cold. Oh, and a couple of near-naked dudes be sent to the various venues wander around for the viewing pleasure of the ladies. Is that too much to ask?
There on my computer monitor, staring at me in bold, cheerful color appeared a reunited assembly of my former classmates. My first thought was: Who are all these old, gray haired people?
It’s a love story between a father and his sons….It’s about family in all its messy glory when each member is valued as an individual. It’s about males without women but not in a way that demeans either gender.
It’s called coming to a crossroads. You don’t know whether to turn
left or right.
Here she was — the latest in the string of middle-aged women laid off, retired, let go, fired, since the economy nose-dived last year.
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This is a post from ByJane, circa early Spring 2007. I’m reposting it as an hommage to Jessica Gottlieb‘s recent musings about French Pedicures.
I know it’s still winter in the rest of the …
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