I have a friend who's feeling all kinds of left out tonight. She was part of a group of people that fractured because of a personality clash, and half the group took one side, half took the other. This is rather the story of the world, isn't it? My friend was left pretty wounded from... Continue Reading →
I'm from a big city. While I grew up in the Chicago suburbs, my mother was a native Chicagoan and a city girl, and my father worked downtown most of his life. I frequently went with him into the city for special events, and later took my children on day trips. I was comfortable getting... Continue Reading →
I observed my parents' attitudes about women's beauty and aging with a critical mind.
A woman representing an Irish cultural organization told me yesterday that I have Irish eyes. I thanked her, because these are my mother's eyes, the clear blue, arrestingly wide eyes framed by tilted eyebrows suggesting sorrow even as the irises twinkle with laughter. It is the one visible trait I received from my mother. More... Continue Reading →
In Grace and Frankie, you and Tomlin have shown how large life can be for women beyond the all-consuming family-raising work.
Meg Currell 