I visited Scandinavia a couple years ago. Couldn’t tell you how many exactly, there were a couple years that disappeared in the pandemic. I was shocked at their philosophy when it comes to government and what the government does for the people. They have a philosophy. From the cradle to the grave. It means, youContinue reading “Magical Norway from an American point of view”
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The progress of women in the recent past from the pov of an almost “older” woman
I grew up in a passively sexist society. The 1980’s. This time warranted the song “Girls Just Wanna Have Fun” by Cyndi Lauper. I can relate. I washed dishes while my brother, the same age, was left to his own devices with his transformers and his castle grey skull. My She-Ra and little ponies wouldContinue reading “The progress of women in the recent past from the pov of an almost “older” woman”
Thank God For My Cats!
I’m someone who takes on the emotions of others. Not just in the moment as it’s happening, those emotions fester within me for an uncomfortable length of time. I used to think this might be a personal flaw, a sign of emotional intolerance when it comes to others but I can handle my own emotions.Continue reading “Thank God For My Cats!”
I Was a Nanny
I’ve had many jobs. Cashier and eventually key holder at Dunkin doughnuts, Food emporium, deli worker, telemarketer, bagel emporium worker, local library clerk. Before that, during the week, 13 to 20, I was a babysitter. At 13 I watched a couple of kids. They were great. I remember one in particular, a little girl whoContinue reading “I Was a Nanny”
As I Am
Here I am. In all my glory. Happy on the outside. Afraid of everything on the inside. Here’s 21 year old me looking much more convincing,holding my cat Curtie. Still afraid of Everything. Here’s me in my 30’s. Shielded by the sun but still afraid. Of success mostly. Here’s 2021 me, 45. No armor, afraidContinue reading “As I Am”
The importance of being heard
When I was five, in kindergarten, there was another Cindy. To tell us apart, the teacher decreed that I be called by my full name, Cynthia, which I was not accustomed to. Didn’t sound like me. Especially because my twin brother was Bobby. Robert to be fair, but Bobby to us. Just like Cindy andContinue reading “The importance of being heard”
I was a stripper
I was a mess at 22. It was a hard time. My twin brother had died, we’ll never know definitively how, at 19. In may of that year. I remember the day so clearly. The last day he was alive. I won’t get into it here but it was a catalyst for so many things.Continue reading “I was a stripper”