Some heroes stayed closer to home.
They reeked of smoke and ice.
Fat clouds blushed against the sky.
We’ve been neglecting our reviews. Oh, we’ve written them, just haven’t shared, and that is just sad. So, the girls are returning to reviews with a retro read of Margaret Atwood. Here’s the tease:
To read The Edible Woman is to be transported back in time. Fourty-plus years ago “girls” had entered the workforce to stay. They wore binding girdles, deferred to the men in the company, and were expected to resign when they became engaged and left maindenhood behind. Still, they were there, earning their way.
She choked on verbs, plummy and ripe.
UNSPECIFIED – CIRCA 2003: Cleopatra, ca 1888, by John William Waterhouse (1849-1917), oil on canvas, 65×56 cm. 19th century. (Photo by DeAgostini/Getty Images)
They were introduced again and again.
We are super pleased to report that Green Tara Press has just released Journaling as Sacred Practice: An Act of Extreme Bravery, by award-winning author, Cynthia Gregory. Om, Ah, and well done!
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She recalled every pinch and slander.
Lupine and poppies suggested afternoon siestas.
A kindly contagion ended her suffering.
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