“Let’s go to Space Camp,” Wally said. Wally Funk was my flight instructor. I met her at Women in Aviation (WAI) in early March 1991. We were both speaking at the conference. “You should get Wally to teach you to fly,” said my friend and mentor Joan Hrubec. Joan, a walking encyclopedia on the subject […]
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. Members submit here
One Woman's Day
March 29 – When Life Hands You . . .
My last post on my personal blog was about grand-parenting in a pandemic and I thought I was ready. We had the masks, we had set the protocols with the parents to be, and were isolating hard so we could be in our new grandson’s bubble. We even had COVID tests when our daughter went […]
Five Minutes on Sundays
I flipped the radio to NPR as I pulled out of the driveway, enjoying a familiar voice of reason. It was Sunday morning, and this was my weekly trip to the grocery store to pick up our curbside order. I used to drive almost daily, but the pandemic changed that. Now my trips are limited […]
March 15 – A Winter Window
The cold dreary weather does not hinder the spirit of the tiny birds at the feeders outside my ‘art gecko’ studio window today. If it weren’t for the birds, I would be staring at the two story home across the street with absolutely no landscaping. The brown house with a dark brown steep roof line […]
March 8 – The Lady in Red
In retrospect, I never quite understood Mother’s fascination with her decades-old red pantsuit. It was her prized possession, her lifesaver, and her go-to garment elevated above all others in her wardrobe. To me, it was a run-of-the-mill wash and wear outfit—nothing exceptional about it. Yet, for some unknown reason, she was drawn to that outfit […]
February 22 – Words Are My Life
Words are my life, Not just to speak my thoughts, Not just to free-associate with my shrink, Not just to count backwards before anesthesia. Words are the actors in my poems, The plots in my short stories, The themes in my essays, The motives in my novels. Words are “the stream I go a-fishing in,” […]
