Today a woman somewhere is laughing, weeping, grieving, or celebrating. Someone is giving birth; someone is losing a loved one to death. Relationships are forming, others are ending. For some, this will be an ordinary day filled with many of the same activities as yesterday. For others, something unexpected will suddenly make this day unforgettable, one that they may tell their children and grandchildren about in the future. In the same way that we are curious about how our grandmothers lived, future generations will be interested in learning about what an ordinary day was like in our lives.
We are looking for stories from Story Circle Network members. Think of a day in your life that you would like to write about. It may be something that happened on a specific date or something that reflects a certain holiday or season. We welcome reprint posts from your blogs too.
True Words from Real Women (formerly One Woman’s Day) has moved to Her Stories, Story Circle Network’s new home on Substack. At Her Stories, you’ll find: True Words from Real Women featuring stories about ordinary and extraordinary days in the lives of Story Circle members. (Members, submit your posts here. You must be logged in […]
Have you ever lost something important? Something essential, in fact? The Back Story from 2016 The photo of a pair of transitions eyeglasses attached to a scarlet lanyard is still posted on my Facebook page dated April 14, 2016. “Hubby makes a lanyard with a red cord for my glasses today. He is not just […]
The Second Assault Back in 1951, my father was 40 years old, with teeth like chalk. He drank too much and indulged in too many sweets. Predictably, he had so many cavities that his teeth were falling out. In those days, reparative work in dentistry was not what it is today, and he had what […]
The First Assault on my Dignity I’m starting to shed like a kitten. One short hair at a time. I’ve been waiting for this, hoping against hope that I’d be one of the lucky ones who didn’t lose their hair. “You will lose your hair,” were the first words out of my oncologist’s mouth. Goodness, […]
I best remember Mother wearing an apron. She generally wore her bib-style apron to protect the dress underneath while saving her fancy half aprons for holidays and entertaining. Her favorite bib apron was red gingham with white eyelet across the hem, fashioned from a set of her mother’s hand-me-down curtains. Another was made from a […]
My Blood Tells the Whole Story I’m so glad that I had a chemo port surgically implanted in my right shoulder. It’s much simpler for everything: blood draws, transfusions, and chemo infusions. Most of the time I forget it’s even there: painless, just a little bump under my skin. Very convenient. This week, my blood […]
