There Was a Day

Because all the #MeToo’s has me wanting to remind women, you can tell your story and it can be healing. There was a day A day she began To crave the destruction Of hands raised in fury Of jagged edged words Of nostrils flaring over thin lips   There was a day A day she decided To… Continue reading There Was a Day

Four Generations

Four women lean in, a tight circle of Grulich Women The youngest 8 months, the eldest 86 years Each face an age progression of the one before Paired with that glowing milky Grulich skin We are an advertisement for Pond’s beauty cream Daughter, Mother, Grandmother, Great grandmother Women who kiss foreheads and murmur gracious complements Four… Continue reading Four Generations

Just Like My Mother…

“You’re just like your mother.” I’ve heard that curse thrown at many a woman, and never as a compliment. Just like your mother. The implication? Critical. Nagging. Sharp-tongued. Impossible to please. But the phrase always gave me hope. If all women eventually transform into images of their moms, I was seriously in luck! Nancy Smerdell is one… Continue reading Just Like My Mother…

Zombie Sightings

Do you remember that old game on Sesame Street? They’d display four images on the screen while they played the sang, “One of these things is not like the other. One of these things just doesn’t belong.” I loved that game as a child. And no wonder, even as an adult I like finding patterns… Continue reading Zombie Sightings

A Softer Shade of Red

At 18, living alone in a new city, there was a day I decided to wear only red. The color would be my brand, my hallmark, my calling card. In a strange new place, where I was as of yet anonymous, I could choose to become anyone, anything. I chose red. I visited dozens of… Continue reading A Softer Shade of Red

Unoffendable

I live in a household of women. Between myself and my four teenage daughters, we get caught in a crossfire of hurt feelings rather frequently. Someone, it seems, is always offended by a sister or two. She borrowed my shoes without asking; they’re not watching the movie I wanted; she got new jeans when I… Continue reading Unoffendable

Red Rover, Red Rover

Hands raised, tears streaming down my cheeks, worshiping in a sea of women at the Lit Conference, I saw a vision in my mind’s eye- all 740 of us ladies linked arm and arm, moving forward, a rushing wave. The power of it floored me and the solidarity of it convicted me. If you read my… Continue reading Red Rover, Red Rover