Maybe it was the elevation, or maybe it was the beauty that made my chest ache. The beauty of the foothills I was driving through seemed to reflect the foothills of this adventure I was embarking on. This was uncharted territory. Stripped of everything familiar, I felt exposed. It struck me that this trip felt a little bit like falling in love. That feeling when the whole world seems to have a filter of vibrant colors.
I am 72 and a half inches tall. Not that anyone’s counting. Actually, that’s not true. Seems like everyone’s counting. And commenting. I am not exaggerating when I say that I get a comment from a stranger on my height on a weekly basis. Ranging from harmless: “Wow. You’re tall!” “How tall are you?” “Do … Continue reading Confessions of a Tall Woman
So it’s another Saturday night. And predictably, you can find me tucked in the corner of a coffee shop, reading and thinking and writing. (I’m fighting against the nagging feeling of being less valid for being alone on a Saturday evening, but it’s all good.) Really, it actually really is. Good. I looked up from … Continue reading Your Very Flesh Shall Be a Poem
I catch these glimpses of strong-willed, brave, passionate women and it is undeniably moving. True Femininity is a beautiful and gravitational force. It’s enigmatic, hard to put into words, but when I see it, my heart leaps up. The feminine concept has had a tough go. More often, it is either shrouded in cheap … Continue reading Lost and Found: Femininity