If she can move like this playing paddle ball, surely she can act with equal skill, grace, and assurance in a board room, a corporate office, or an artist’s studio.
My Writing Group: The Little Engine That Could
For any of you who think, or have thought, about starting a writing group, here is a model that works.
The Little House on the Prairie
At last I’ve found a house that fits me perfectly. I call it (with a bow to Laura Ingalls Wilder) The Little House on the Prairie.
You May Find Showering Easier While Seated
We are an odd bunch, we people who ride the cross country trains.
Radical Feminists, Angry Indians and Illegal Mexicans
These days we are hearing language that is the equivalent of shouting fire in a crowded movie theater, language that whether the speaker is aware of it or not, incites to violence.
Cache
There is still goodness in this world, and often it seems to be the goodness of strangers, as Blanche DuBois proclaimed at the end of “A Streetcar Named Desire.”
Mother’s Sons
Part of our deep emotional and spiritual connection to the babies we bore means that we sense, wordlessly, their injury and violation.
Behind the Dumpster
We have spent several decades trying to undo the pernicious syndrome that blamed the victim for these attacks… but our attempts falter when common sense is thrown to the wind.
Champs
Expertise is always thrilling… the crucial ingredients are the same: talent, persistence. And heart.
I’ll Sing One Song
I didn’t know many men who had fun. I didn’t know any women. It seemed scandalous to me that Willie Snow could enjoy herself.