1984.  2008.  2020.

1984. 2008. 2020.

In 1984, when my mom was 54, she had her first opportunity to vote for a woman Vice President on a major party ticket. I don’t know if Mom voted for the Democratic ticket of Walter Mondale and Geraldine Ferraro, but I did. I was one of the few (and yes, I lived in...
Loving Leda Loving Me

Loving Leda Loving Me

This seems like a good day to talk about love. Usually, when we speak of love, we’re talking about person-to-person love, but there is also person-to-animal love. The most unconditional love is the love dogs have for their humans. When I took Leda home from Greyhounds...
Caste in America

Caste in America

It is Thursday morning as I write this. That’s the schedule: write Thursday morning, edit Friday morning, take a last look review Saturday morning. Today I am supposed to write the post for ‘I am Brave.’ But that is not what is on my mind. Or on my heart. Today I’m...
I am Intelligent

I am Intelligent

I should be able to believe that I’m intelligent because, as an adult, people have told me this, often. But my self-perception was formed in those comparative junior high and high school years, shaped by proximity. Facts: There were 1200 students in my freshman year...
I am Kind

I am Kind

You?  Kind?  Seriously? Who are you kidding? These demeaning words come from the Inner Critic, the voluble, vociferous voice that goes wherever I do, the one who interrupts vulnerable moments. This ‘I am…’ exercise is not my invention. It comes from The Energy of...
Jule Kucera