One in Every Crowd

Funny how you think about your blog when you aren’t online, I suppose this is temporary. Wonder what to say today. I am working on an essay of what it means to be a “woman of age”….whatever that means. But I am not ready to start that stream of consciousness. Although, I live it every moment.

I had my first comment today too but it wasn’t from a stranger. A friend who was trying to bait me but I will not pick up the gauntlet. Ony a man does not know what a woman is. And that worries them because they often are confused about our expectations and they want our approval. I have tried a lifetime to find common language to bridge the gender gap but my success has been limited.

I can discuss sports and business and politics but I cannot find a way to explain to man, the way most woman feel about the well being of others. Nurture is inbred and there isn’t a way to describe it. We listen, we hug, we cook, we shed a tear and we worry. It comes naturally. We put people above things and keep score in ways that don’t show on the bottom line. We get tired and we get hurt but we always recover because we need. to.

So, for the politicians and scoundrels who might read this…..the questions is not “what is a woman?”. The answer is found in the etcetera!

The First Day

This is my first post and I am not sure who I am writing for but it really doesn’t matter. I often write not knowing who, if anyone, will read my work. That is is the DNA of being a writer.

I am looking forward to the challenge; to being heard by someone I have yet to meet and hope to influence. I have strong opinions and I care a great deal. I wear it on my sleeve but then you can’t see my sleeve. I mostly care about the lives of other women, how we can share our support and expertise with each other so that our lives stay or become richer. Not necessarily in the monetary sense but that wouldn’t be bad either.

Mine has been an interesting life, I will leave much of it to have something to write about in the weeks and months. My mother had 95 years of an interesting life…..she was a true woman of courage. I hope I can measure up.

I will close my first try at the world of blogging and see what it takes to do this all of the time. Hope I find a reader.

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