I watch what is doubtlessly too many videos on YouTube. Many of them are educational. Some aren’t, being entertained is ok, it can be a nice way to end the day. The other day what popped up was the Vagina Monologues and I just had to watch. I really wondered if I’d get anything out…… Continue reading The Vagina Monologues
Month: July 2016
The Impotence of a Spectator to Abuse
I struggled with a title for this. By necessity I am changing many details and omiting others altogether. Yet I’m not altering anything important to the message of the story, I’m just making sure that Z doesn’t have to worry that this would ever get back to an abuser. I don’t know what I had…… Continue reading The Impotence of a Spectator to Abuse
Reaching Out
This may be a little preachy, but so be it. I lived for years in creature comfort, surrounded by warmth and family and oblivious to much of the suffering in the world. Worse, I really didn’t understand all the forms it could take, how invidious it was, how it could erode people’s souls and how…… Continue reading Reaching Out
Pain
I’m contemplating pain today in all its myriad forms. We all understand the pain of a cut, they happen all the time, sharp but usually not lingering. The pain of a burn might linger awhile and go deep and can be truly excruciating. Then there are severe physical pains, passing kidney stones and childbirth come…… Continue reading Pain
David’s Face
Son Visage, Sculpté en marbre, Dans le vent et la pluie, Par les mains du bon Dieu The artist stands and regards, Sees each line engraved, Carefully ground through the stone, Emotion made real in marble Les bras ont appartient d’un homme blessé, Trouvé par l’artist sur les champs de la bataille, arrachés d’lui et…… Continue reading David’s Face
Really, men don’t do that?
If you read the last post I was talking about how M, C and I were sitting about talking about the things that girls talk about. In that were two interesting comments: M likes to hang with guys sometimes because they are just simpler, they are what they are Guys don’t read between the lines…… Continue reading Really, men don’t do that?
My Gifted Life 