Since my father died, I've been surprised at the freedom of thought and speech that I feel. We weren't in contact except for the occasional letter back and forth, but I was keenly aware of his presence in the distance, a governing force on my thoughts. Don't go there, the little internal voice would say,... 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.
My whole life, I've been told "you're too hard on yourself", but that message never made sense to me until I heard the phrase "be gentle with yourself." What an interesting word, "yourself." The self belonging to you, like two separate entities. Part of the triumverate, the Son and the Holy Ghost. My "self" is... Continue Reading →
After a poor night's sleep last night, I am still awake at 11 p.m. Not because I can't sleep, but because I don't want to. Because at 9:30, I suddenly felt like getting some things done, like drilling some screws into a bench I'm repairing and laying out the new fabric I picked up today... Continue Reading →
But feelings don't just go away when we don't want to deal with them, or because we think they're bad. They get bigger and more chaotic when we ignore them, like Gremlins in water.
Meg Currell 