Tell the Story
I’m always aware of anniversaries, even before I’m aware that I’m aware. Dated memories tap, knock, and finally pound until I look up and open the door to them. I heard the memories knocking as April began, knew in the back of my mind, or maybe actually in all my cells, that the anniversary was […]
read more[from the talk]: I don’t know about you, but despite all my experience and all that I’ve read and all the women I’ve known and talked to, I still have a hard time shaking a stereotypical mental image of a battered woman. I’m embarrassed to say that she doesn’t have a lot of money or […]
read moreCome to the edge. We might fall. Come to the edge. It’s too high! COME TO THE EDGE! And they came, And he pushed, And they flew. –Christopher Logue [Insert sound of needle being dragged across the record.] How many posts have I written about flying, going to the edge, taking risks, getting out there and […]
read moreWhen I wrote this morning’s writing prompt about not having any words, I was wondering if maybe i had hit my limit. That’s it: no more words. Certainly no more written ones, and maybe no more spoken ones either. “No such thing as writers’ block,” I’ve been known to say. But for the past two […]
read moreIn Part 2 of her “So Many Silences” posts, Julie Daley wrote, “My silence earns me privilege, and it costs me my power. I give away my power to have privilege. I may feel I have power, but as long as that power is based on a privilege that is hollow at its core, […]
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For years I kept secrets in silence. Then, once upon a time, I spoke and wrote them to a handful of people and began to blog anonymously. Today I tell my stories face-to-face, online, and in a memoir coming soon. Telling our stories leads to freedom, empowerment, and growth, for both the teller and the told. Is today your once upon a time, your time to tell your story?
