With a landmark college reunion last week, distracted, never hit send! In the meantime, so much tragic disruption and loss has engulfed so many in Northern California, it almost feels wrong to speak of anything else. So many harrowing stories, and so much heartbreak. My thoughts are with all those affected, with prayers for their safety and recovery. And yet, these times remind me that telling stories is part of what pulls us together as tribes and communities. Whether our stories celebrate our heroes, offer cautionary tales, inspire or admonish, they impart our tribe wisdom and humanity. And must be told. So, sharing some notes from the road. I could not today write as I did last week,
So what am I thinking? Been ruminating on being invisible, unseen, dismissed. Why? A miserable summer cold lead to bronchitis and severe laryngitis and I found myself totally mute for 8 days. No problem, I thought. Made a sign, "Severe laryngitis," carried a clipboard with pen, and figured I'd use whatever hand gestures to help me communicate. But being sick, impaired (gratefully, only temporarily) - an eye opening experience! Now, understand, I've gotten used to the invisibility of being a woman 'beyond a certain age". You know, when people just don't seem to see you, or if they do, they look right through you. TV marketers cancel your shows, advertisers ignore you. Brilliant magazi
