Columns
Thursday, 1 January 2004
I hate beginnings. This is why I don’t make New Year’s Resolutions. Let’s face it; there are no beginnings without endings and I loath endings even more. This year, I’m starting the New Year in the middle. If I start my life from the middle I won’t have time to get freaked out with the details of the future: the details are already started. Pretend I announced, “On January 1st, I will begin a regime of five yoga classes Read More...
Monday, 1 September 2003
I’m in my second year of watching what happens to a society’s young maidens who don’t have elders to pass on the teaching stories. They become hard, mean and pointy. Their eyes glaze over. They destroy their families with their violence and themselves through self-mutilation. If an impressionable young woman has a guide to help sift through these horrors, that’s one thing. But often times, our daughters are left to fend for themselves. Read More...
Tuesday, 1 July 2003
Quick. Name the most creative person you know. Don’t think. Did you name yourself? Most of us believe that creativity is something outside of ourselves that we have to go and get. This is a very typical idea of creativity. I can’t tell you the number of times I have seen imaginative, original women insisting that they aren’t creative. Maybe they emphatically deny their marvelous gifts because if they admitted they were creative, then they’d Read More...
Saturday, 1 March 2003
Crone: (krōn), n. A withered, witchlike old woman: Webster’s. I am at Corallina Cove at Montana de Oro. This place is a womb. The last time I was here, I came with my 73-year old mother, my Aunt Vengo, 79, and Aunt Mary, 80. I hadn’t yet left my square job in a box-shaped building. I was thinking about freelance writing full time and I was afraid. I sat on the craggy rocks and watched the three old ones, as I call them, clamber over rocks at Read More...