A Woman’s Brief #5 - A PERSISTENT PAIN

This is the fIfth in a series of blog postings I call: “A Woman’s Briefs.” Snug, elastic thoughts frequently changed; fitting observations caused by something seen, overheard, read, experienced, resisted, observed, or in some way, seemingly worthy of attention. Today, it’s a slave ship.

A WOMAN'S BRIEFS #4 SOMETIMES, HUNGER CAN HELP

The problem was that the speaker spoke on—and on—and on, and soon the cycle of day was drawing the sun behind peaks, and the people were hungry, and there were no cafes or bodegas around, and there was a long walk back to town, and even the speaker’s sidekicks were a little ticked. They admitted to thinking a mistake had been made by holding such an assortment of people together for so long a time . . .

A WOMAN'S BRIEFS #3 -- NOVEMBER

What I knew was this – out of the billions of people who have peopled this place, out of the thousands of years or hundreds of thousands of years that our wet planet has been spinning in space, many things and people have been stopping in for a brief stay and I’ve gotten to be one of them. Nice.