THE GUITAR PLAYER
Guest Author, Ilona Martonfi, provides a window into her world, her daughter’s world and the world of so many women who need to find a place that will help to ease their suffering and get them off of the streets.
Fear of Fat
Have we forgotten that one of the iconic beauties in West was a size 12. Nobody said that Marilyn was plus sized.
Where I’ve Been
I know I’ve been gone, long gone. But I’m here. And for the first time in a long time, I’m happy, really happy!
Big news, we’ve sold our little ranch that we had bought, and moved into, right before I started writing for Life As A Human. I loved the ranch, loved the views, but really hated the solitude it brought. I really disliked the community that we were a “part of.” I use quotes because I never felt a part of it, the whole time we lived there. I was always a lurker, always held at an arm’s length.
Happy Everyday, Mom
Mother’s Day is months away, but Mary Rose proposes that we celebrate the mothers among us and the mothering spirit, every day.
Would the Real Klondike Kate Please Stand Up?
Writer George Burden says that the real Klondike Kate was not, in fact, a vaudeville performer, but an early feminist and trained nurse who was swooped up into the gold rush fever and travelled alone to the Klondike where she administered to sick and injured miners.
Don’t Call Me Ma’am
I was 29 years old and had just been called Ma’am. I was mortified. I didn’t believe it could get any worse. But it has.
Remembrance of Things Past: Another Mammogram
Star Weiss was diagnosed with breast cancer in 2003. Eight years later, she reflects back on that diagnosis as she goes for her annual mammogram.
The History of Mother’s Day, and Why This Day Still Matters
Christine Shaw Roome looks back at the history of Mother’s Day and reminds us why this day still matters for humanity.
40 Reasons for Wanting to Be a Princess: Royal Wedding Thoughts
I often hear people say about Kate Middleton, future Queen, “Well, good luck to her, but I wouldn’t want to put up with all that protocol.” There is no accounting for the stupidity of the plebs. Think about it.
Ode to the Mother Who is My Daughter
A mother watches in awe as her own daughter becomes a mom through natural childbirth.
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