About this blog
After the Storm begins as a personal space to explore the concepts and ideas presented in the Seeing Red certificate course, "A Voice No Longer Silent," rising above gendered oppression.
Many thanks to Loralee Scott and her faculty, for envisioning this subject matter, and creating a platform for connection, and deeper understanding of our choices and experiences as women.
"Be a lamp, or a lifeboat, or a ladder. Help someone's soul heal." - Jalal ad-Din Rumi
Maybe, after all these years, she’s decided it’s not so wonderful to be all-accommodating. Maybe she’s had a change of heart. Maybe she can see another path for me now…
Integrating ‘our piano’ does not mean sinking with it. It means honoring it in the best way possible, and sometimes that means moving on without it, by allowing ourselves to rise …
He’s an intuitive young man, and often mercurial with his insight. He’d named it “Looking Two Ways in the Fog.”
“She staggered into the house and flung herself into a chair beside the table, took her face in her arms and wept - and I knew she wasn’t weeping about the barked shins.”
Described as “a Jazz Age rebel with a Great Depression heart.” Yet little was known of her artistic work…
There’s an important difference between the mythological Expendables and the Expendables of popular culture - The goddesses are dying for the sake of greater self agency, while the pop characters are dying for the sake of someone else, usually a man.
See All in Fledglings
See All in Warmth
See All in Reflections
Hers was the kind of voice we walk away from. Or even run. Bitter and unrelenting. I too was tempted shut her out, but because it was the Solstice…
My back story for March For Our Lives, NYC. "We set the boys free on Central Park West..."
Fairfield Hills Hospital sat high on a hill, a cluster of brick and white-shingled buildings around a central green. It looked like a cozy New England college campus - safe, secure, full of promise.
I guess our pasts are never really purged. Sometimes they just lurk in another alley of the maze.
Someday there will be girls and women whose name will no longer mean the mere opposite of the male...
Always offer the sound of running water, and always offer a sense of privacy, especially when there is none.
“To be the writers you hope to be, you must surrender yourselves to a kind of absurdity."