My Bitter Coat

             I wrapped myself in a bitter coat.  It smelled of leaves from the bottom of the pile, without sun, where worms burrow and life rots.              The coat fit snugly, but occasionally, I shook it upon others and wounded their eyes or soured their smiles.   I was without smiles myself, for the … Read more My Bitter Coat


More Reflections on Overcoming Silencing of Gals

We gals judge ourselves too harshly.  But we may not have started out that way.  I shared about how researchers asked kindergartners if they could dance, sing and draw, and these children said, “Yes!”  Yet as girls aged, their answers changed to say, “I cannot”   I want to address another way this happens.   The researchers … Read more More Reflections on Overcoming Silencing of Gals