The poet’s job is to put into words those feelings we all have that are so deep, so important, and yet so difficult to name, to tell the truth in such a beautiful way, that people cannot live without it. –Jane Kenyon
The downside of all the Zoom conferences I’ve been on lately is my renewed focus on my hair. I’ve been self-conscious about my hair loss for years now. I have friends who think bald men are sexy but no one I know thinks balding women are.
Be True to Your Sisters by Suzannah Gilman When my daughter was four and in pre-k she had an experience with female classmates being mean to each other and to her. At […]
Reposted from The New York Times. This is What 80 Looks Like by Gail Collins Very few people have aged as publicly. It’s been four decades since she told a reporter, “This […]
So. This joke list is going around Facebook at the moment, and it’s called, “37 Slogans for College Majors if They Were Actually Honest.” Definite potential for humor there, and since I […]
by Lisa Lanser Rose It’s strange, isn’t it, to suddenly discover you’re getting old? I turned fifty last September, and yes, I can hear some of you groaning, “Oh, fifty’s not old!” […]
The Gloria Sirens 