I am Brave

I am Brave

Brave isn’t necessarily Joan of Arc mighty on her white horse, sword held high. My definition of brave is more mundane: brave is saying or doing whatever needs to be said or done, despite any feelings of fear. Brave doesn’t mean you aren’t afraid. Brave means you act...
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