Of
Men and a Machine – Anne Singer
You live in a city like New York long enough and you learn to ignore things.
The urban cacophony – sirens, horns, music, and that relentless commentary
on you and the body you walk around in. |
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Beating
the Collywobbles – Ingrid Newkirk
I'm often on the road, promoting the idea that even for the simplest things
in life—like choosing ingredients for a cake or buying a pair of shoes—you
can make either kind or cruel choices. |
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"Beyond the Rubicon" by
Teresa Moore. |
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Sometimes
it’s the Little Things – Sara Arason
I am a child of the ’50s, which puts me in my 50s. I am lucky to have
had a shot at several careers—and I’ve had a blast at all of them.
After college, I worked my way from the selling floor to the buying office
in a department store. |
How
Does a Flower Dare to Bloom? - Ilse Noir
How does a flower dare to bloom a million times over in a million strange
places to a million different faces? And how is it that I see you and me,
abloom in every new face on the street? |
Talking
to the Devil – Dianne Reeves
I look at my life in seasons and chapters. I was blessed by growing up in
a nurturing, close, extended family, full of amazing personalities, strong
and beautiful women and all kinds of characters. |
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I
Saw Myself in the Mirror – Michele Maggiora
I made the decision to stop, many times. But I kept at it; the ritual of
dying my hair. I have colored my hair since my twenties even before I started
to gray. I used cellophane rinses, colors of eggplant, red, and burgundy
until THOSE telltale hairs began to show. |
Fear
City – Penny Burk
The traffic going up Route 81 was a little heavy but pride kept me on the
highway and passionately directed. I was scared to death, an introvert flying
down the road trying to function in an extrovert's world and heading towards
a destination almost too frightening to talk about. |
The
Sundown Dip - Corrie White
I lick the salt from my lips and toss my tangled hair, wet from the sea.
I plop on the towel I laid flat, flex my sandy feet, and dig my fingers
into the course earth, a pleasure that comes natural for a fidget. |
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Le
Baiser (The Kiss) - Ann Walsh
Valentine's Day is a day for kissing. Kisses come in all shapes and sizes
just like the people that give them. As I turned the calendar to February,
I reflected on the kisses and the people that have been part of my life
and conjured up the memory of my ultimate dare to be fabulous kiss. |
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