Tell the Story
I’ve been shedding since Bindu first blogged about her Shed Project weeks ago. A bag of clothes, a box of books, here, an idea, a construct, a limiting belief, a habit, there. But now that the project, with its commitment to shed some stuff from my surroundings and my hips, is about to start for […]
read moreFor the past eight days, I’ve had this lyric in my head: so let go, jump in oh well, whatcha waiting for it’s alright ’cause there’s beauty in the breakdown. –from “Let Go” by Frou Frou For the past eight days, Mr. Z’s mother, Virginia, has been dying. She’s 93 years old. Last Saturday, […]
read moreIn 2002, I went to Alaska to hike. I was with nine other women from all over the country; Mary, our guide from Fairbanks; and Marian Marbury, CEO of Adventures in Good Company. I’m in the brown cap next to the “I.” I discovered the pleasure of traveling alone. I became reacquainted with my nearly […]
read moreIn the course of the past week, I have attended two parties to celebrate the milestones of women friends. The guests at both parties have known the honored women throughout nearly all their lives. At the first, last Tuesday night in Columbia, SC, I was among the “old” friends gathered to celebrate Michelle’s 5th anniversary […]
read moreI wished that I could snap my fingers and go back in time to the day before I met him, and not meet him. I wished that he would get arrested for driving drunk. I wished that he would leave me for one of his girlfriends. When fear and humiliation and fatigue coalesced, I wished […]
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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?
